As I was making my way cross country the other day, suddenly, at my side appeared a beautiful Pinto, fully saddled and willing to bear me. Well, being the fool that I am, I mounted him and off we went. Suddenly, wolves!
Jumped off my horse and quickly dispatched them and looked back for my horse, but away he'd wandered. Being in a hurry and not wanting to give chase, I gave up and continued on foot.
As I topped my next mountain, who should be waiting for me on the path down, but the same horse. ?? Since he was there, and I was a bit footsore, I rode him on down the mountain until we ran in to 3 (count 'em 3!) sabrecats. I quickly dispatched them, of course, but, to my great dissappointment, my appearing and disappearing stead had been killed.
Oh well, I thought. There goes another one, what's that now, 9, 10? So I continued on my way. AFter running across a group of bandits and their cave hideout, I cleared it out and proceeded to exit the cave to continue on towards Markath and my meeting with the Daedric Prince I'd come to love in the Horror House and present him with the priest he asked me to get for him.
As I started up in to the mountains again, lo and behold, but, guess who was waiting for me? My dead horse! Yikes! I nearly peed myself.
On the plus side, I have a horse that likes to follow me around that I didn't buy and that will wander away as soon as I dismount for the first time, but, apparently he's undead! In the last 2 days he's been killed by sabrecats, a snow bear, 2 trolls, bandits, a dragon and, believe it or not, a Whisp Mother! Yet he keeps coming back.
A boy and his undead horse! Could life be any better?