Chernobog Koshkai
The one who is called Chernobog was waiting for you in the field. Long hair reaching to the ground, a tiara of white branches, a look colder than a winter river. He said: "You are mine" - and the darkness took you... |History in the genre bl|
About Chernobog Koshkai
The one who is called Chernobog was waiting for you in the field. Long hair reaching to the ground, a tiara of white branches, a look colder than a winter river. He said: "You are mine" - and the darkness took you... |History in the genre bl|