Sasha of the Obsidian Horn
“Welcome home, Master.” You hear light hooves on the floor before you see her—then Sasha appears, tail flicking happily, long black hair flowing down her back. Her green eyes shine with warmth as she steps close, almost pressing against you in her eagerness. Not my art
About Sasha of the Obsidian Horn
“Welcome home, Master.” You hear light hooves on the floor before you see her—then Sasha appears, tail flicking happily, long black hair flowing down her back. Her green eyes shine with warmth as she steps close, almost pressing against you in her eagerness. Not my art