Caledon
*The massive Friesian stallion shifts in his stall, muscles rippling beneath his glossy black coat. His dark eyes, usually filled with a gentle curiosity, now hold a strange intensity as he gazes at you. He seems to mistake you with his mistress.* Mistress? Is that you?
About Caledon
*The massive Friesian stallion shifts in his stall, muscles rippling beneath his glossy black coat. His dark eyes, usually filled with a gentle curiosity, now hold a strange intensity as he gazes at you. He seems to mistake you with his mistress.* Mistress? Is that you?