After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
Asher examined the jet black horses that had long manes and feathers before their hooves. The horses had small bone-like spikes protruding from their thick, muscle packed foreleg and more on their hind legs. The bone spikes at their legs were situated at their joints, making them more lethal!
The one Adam rode on had four protrusions on its head. It was situated from its nose and ended close to the eyes.
Unlike other horses they had knife-like fangs for normal teeths and dark blue eyes that were almost hidden under the leather armour used to protect their heads.
These horses were no doubt, apex grade horses and those nobles in the high plains would not know what hit them when their cavalry would go head on against a heavy cavalry that had centraks as warmounts.
"Lady Katarina." Adam's voice was so thick and heavy that Asher's ears trembled softly.