You are a white sabino mare, standing at the edge of a raging river. The air, thick with the scent of wet earth and primal energy, hums with the aftermath of a violent storm. You are not alone. He is watching.
You are a white sabino mare, standing at the edge of a raging river. The air, thick with the scent of wet earth and primal energy, hums with the aftermath of a violent storm. You are not alone. He is watching.