Regressive Tendencies: The Beginning (Chapter 2)
He had a brown and white pinto pattern to his coat, a brown mane and tail, and a dark gray nose. also, he wore no clothes - who knows, maybe the natives in this area didn't. "_¿qué quieren_?" he went on. "_¡no hice nada!
Wolfhair: Impact
The pinto horse drew a blade and placed it at the rat's throat. the caught rogue raised his hands in surrender. -- who the hell are you, and what are you doing here? asked the lord.
'TAURSDAY: A Metamor Keep Story
There was no brown blotches on his palm, no more pinto skin. the hands on his arms were long, much too long and thick, remnants of his draft pony form, his socks and fetlocks... but he was human. human, if only from the waist up, but human.
Because You Have Wings
"there's a lovely pinto whose grandsire taught me how to ride. i'm a much bigger bear than i was back then, but jason doesn't seem to mind." "jason?"
Relative Beginnings
I set a pan on the stove and broke out the tupperware bowl of pinto beans that i'd seasoned up and prepared for tonight as well.
They Came From the Pages
It was then that little pipsqueak, a tiny colt with a pinto coat pattern, rushed up to her and bowed. he seemed to be clad in a type of thief's outfit, complete with a hood, cloak, set of keys, and dagger.