On the edge
He was a prime stallion, a powerful looking friesian with a rich sooty black coat. being of the same species, i felt somewhat inadequate in his presence, being only a humble morgan horse.
Surprises
A letter came in the mail, addressed just to patrick, the friesian stallion, main road point anderson. it somehow found its way to me, as tended to happen in small country towns.
Thunder #7
Gustav, a big black friesian who was one of the few horses as tall as me, ran up to me as i took a drink from the water tub. he snorted and tossed his head, so i pulled my head up, dripping water.
Revelations
He looked about sixty or so, a tall stallion, a friesian with some silver in his mane but an upright bearing. his big grey eyes glistened, sparkling in the winter sun.
anialistic instincts: new love
Stang smiled and drove her back home and took his stuff inside and into the basement real quick before coming back and helping Diget take her stuff up to her room. and leavening her to put it away incase she didn't want him to see it for any reason ...
animalistic instincts: moving in
"What's in the ammo box?" Diget asked. "oh not much just a few things I take with me sometimes when stuff is going in my car I don't want anyone messing with, specially if there's periods of time that I wont be there. nothing to worry about" what...
Animalistic Instincts: the beguining
thank you for chosing to read my story, sory if it seems a little chopy or blocky but i wrote this back and forth with my gf throu email, i edited it a little to make it a little bit better and more readable but i think its prety good. so as such i...
Camilla, the Conquerer - Chapter 7
He was a handsome stallion who would have been called a friesian in the earlier days. his visible coat was glossy black and his mane hung lushly over his shoulders.
After Hours
The black friesian's head was hanging out of his end-stall window and looking through the adjacent one of the mare's stables, a ghost grey mare - affectionately named specter, by her owners - sticking her head out to meet him; though, this wasn't what caused
Pleasure Shack (Story Commission For Tarke)
Roy gestured to a group of five horses near the right hand side of the field, made up of another mustang, two percherons, a belgian, and a friesian horse.
First
This one was a friesian, with dark coat and long fluffy mane and feathering that he kept studiously unkempt in typical wild colt fashion. he had big grey eyes, and a lopsided smile, and a deep voice with an adolescent twang.
Apples and Trees II
A friesian bull, filling empty bowls with more snacks, had a surprised smile. "where did you come from, pup?" "i just moved here. may i use the toilets please sir?" "of course, lil one.