Fathom's Phantoms, Ch 19: No Rest for the Weary
His companion:,a massive, bay-colored shire horse took a seat across from the tiger, motioning to the badge on his shoulder. he spoke with a very strong scottish accent, "what's t'bleeve? th' rank 'signia's rite 'ere."
Business Trip (A1, B11, C29)
"ah, the american shire horse. look at him, he's beautiful. look at his gorgeous feathers." "you ride?" "yes, and i love it. i ride at the parker family stables a few times a month." kerii reached for reno's hand and ran her thumb over his knuckles.
Wereness 6. The Migration
He takes a mere five seconds to change from a scottish human with raven black hair, to a full size black shire stallion. the harness itself never faltered once and stayed on him the whole time, as his body shifted and molded right into it.
a guitar called blue
I'm a horse a 7'6 shire horse that's hit it hard, i have a back pack with spare clothes in, a book for writing story's down and some books to read, other than that it's my clothes that keep me warm, the only extra item i carry but it's the last thing
The Plot Thickens
A large dog-beast, probably close to five times his own weight and around the size of a shire stallion, had made a den in his wife's garden.