How Menander Got His Name
The old horse chuckled to himself. "that's a long story," he answered. "i wasn't always called menander, though. my mother named me kratos, which means 'strong' or 'leader.'" "but what does menander mean?" zeb repeated in his high pitched voice.
New Horse In Town: Bound For Colorado
It was, he decided, far too big a house for one old horse. despite dwelling by himself in the former johnson farmstead, clay was not sole occupant of his well-kept wasteland, which was in fact shared with numerous memories.
Changeling Heart: The Storm
"i mean, why break into a house, and kill a helpless old mare; and not take anything?"
Chapter Three
He dropped both of their limp bodies and proceeded to walk towards the judge, and the old horse began to walk backwards, his body was trembling in fear of what ian had done. we all were scared.
Chronicles of Nahia - Part 2
Not to be left out, cael followed closely, snorting defiantly at the old stallion when he was told to be on his way. "not a chance. i'm a witness!" "a witness tae what?!" dagda snapped. "quiet, peasant!" the stallion rumbled.
Born For Loyalty Chapter 6
She was an elderly mare with the gray in her mane. she had a bored look but when she saw dash's mom her eyes lit up. "firefly, it's been too long since i last saw you. still racing?" "yup, and today i bring my eldest daughter to camp."
Seem and Substance
"want to watch an old mare work?" "migawd, what an opening..."
Ander - Chapter 4, Subchapter 27
She was a tough old mare.
A Bond Unbroken ~ Chapter 9
The elder stallion not even seeming to care if they were truly responsible, the anger and pain quite visible in the old stallions eyes. airn however did care, and was putting it off.
Born For Loyalty Chapter 7
Dash opened the door and she saw an elderly mare behind the desk. she was a pegasus with purple blue fur and a mane that was mainly gray but some purple still left over. "rainbow dash reporting in ma'am." "have a seat miss dash."
A Place at the End of the World
The old horse travelled for days, passing through alleyways and intersections, tightly packed streets and wide-open promenades, all blanketed in eerie stillness.
"The Thin Line," Part L
Meadow took the letter from my paw, and read it over herself, and slowly began to grin like the old mare, who for her part leaned back in her chair and adjusted her shawl.