POETRY: Ode to the Wannabe Dragon Slayer
With his armor shining brightly, and a heart both brave and true, he rode out to slay the dragon, 'twas the knightly thing to do. Since a child he'd heard stories, of heroes bold and brave, who rescued helpless maidens. And sent dragons to their...
New Companions
"shadow this is coal, he has been trained by me to be a war horse. he is very obedient, and the only way you could fall from his back is if you have never ridden a horse before.
Der Maelstrom
The war horses, the terra boars, and the spartan wolves of ages old. the past your story now bares, a legacy of fur that is now told. the time has now come, your story must be heard. those who hear, it will calm, the seeking ones shall take heed.
The Deciding Shot- Prologue
._ _it surprised the warrior that he came without a grand ensemble of knights and warriors, mounted upon war horses.
Battle in Scarlet Skies - Preview
Humans and their war-horses, all colors, shapes and sizes of dragon, and the occasional odd bird-like creature.
The First Year
They are all of the war horse type and all want to work on farms. so they spend all their time helping out our farmers.
Wolf Rescue
This canine was the size and build of a war horse, and that added strength had come in handy many times in his life. wolf spent a good deal of his time out here these days and knew the grounds well.
An angel with hoofs
She said glareing at the massive war horse the best he could, luthor could tell this pony was alot tougher than fluttershy.
Mercy 1: The Thief Returns
She was roughly average in size for a red-backed dragon, roughly the size of a human war-horse, but she was lean and sleek. if there was one thing she was happy about her own body, that was it.
Hinterland
Even if they didn't recognize me, i was obviously a servant of the kingdom, with my war-horse, and shiny light-steel armor. barbarians from the lowlands, on the other hand, wouldn't be canines. felines and reptiles lived in the northwest.
Wasteland Survivor– In one piece - ch9
* * * i knew i had to write that bit, it was a part of the plot i had decided to follow, and even though i steeled myself to it, i still felt bad for the old war horse that he had to die, particularly in his bed rather than gunning down enemies.
Modes of Transport (a Kaos Army short story)
"raz, he's a war horse, of course he bites and kicks." she sniffed, "he's not at war with me, we're on the same side. he's just plain cheeky." the nurse bird man looked relieved as they vanished in a swirl of blue glowing portal.