The Sparks of an Ancient Light
Karl glanced back at the elderly horse, "rosemary, stay here!" she said nothing as karl exited the vehicle and followed after the mouse.
room service
I smiled as the old horse was a stallion that had a very big sack often he was replaced as he was used a lot.
The Towel Boy - The Grand Finals
He also knew that the old horse was trying to guide the team to figure it out for themselves. the gears quickly turned in his head figuring it out, but robbo perked up and beat him to it.
Ruffled Feathers
But i wasn't going to quit until i gave the lonely old horse a night he'd not soon forget. with a huff i peered up at him, then i wrapped my beak around his tip and slowly took him into my maw.
Horse Story: Trading for Shelter
The soft sound of the river, the cool shade of the trees, and the steady slap-slap of his sandals coming up against his sole was a soft concert all its own for the old horse, and he smiled to himself as he adjusted the pack on his shoulder.
The Darkest Heart Chapter 1
The old horse put his hand on his son's shoulder. "i know you shall my son... now, quickly. flee this city. run to your stronghold. gather your allies, and prepare yourself my son." the pair were on their mounts at midnight, riding for the north.
Wicked Stepsister - Chapter One
She said kindly, approaching the old horse, "remember me?" gandalf allowed her to approach and stroke his snout from between his eyes down to the end of his nose, as before. "i'm gonna have another smoke out here, if that's alright with you."
Weapon – Growing
"no, don't panic, there's more war left in this old horse yet.
Zion: Light of the New Moon, Ch 2.1 Bannihar
"he always had a soft touch." the armadillo shrugged, then smiled... just a little, "the expression on that old horse's face was priceless when he found out i was leaving." "do i detect a faint hint of sadism?"
*Cub* Reese and Lyah's Hyper Holidays: Nude Year's Eve
The old mare kept bumping into her and almost clopping on her feet. "well, that was nice, wasn't it?" morris smiled into the rear view mirror. "it's certainly nice to see so many people getting along." "it was fun!"
Mare Talk
"yes, i know that really, only i thought 'herd behaviour' and asking the old mare might help. and it has. a little."
Town Called Love
His killer was an elderly mare sitting on a rock, drinking a jug of moonshine and washing her mouth of trail dust. her name was emberato. she wore a dirty shirt made out of different animal pelts.