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The man, she guessed, was a mounted guardsman, or messenger, or scout. - (Prize of Gor, Chapter 17, Sentence #954)

This was the first tharlarion that she had seen, though she had heard of such beasts, and she gathered that such, this and others, were not common in the streets of cities. She did know that a large variety of tharlarion, of bipedalian and quadrupedalian sorts, were bred for diverse purposes, war, transport, reconnaissance, hunting, haulage, racing, and such. The tharlarion she saw was much as she supposed the racing tharlarion might be, though perhaps heavier limbed and sturdier. The man, she guessed, was a mounted guardsman, or messenger, or scout. He surveyed the crowd in the market, and then, with an angry kick, and blow of the lance, urged his beast away. It was unusual, she thought, that such a beast would be in the streets of a city. "Down with the sleen of Cos!" she heard. - (Prize of Gor)