2026-01-16
•2 min read
It stands by the loch, a beautiful horse with a dripping mane. It waits for you to climb on. But once you touch its skin, you can never let go.
He is the master of the sky. A stallion of pure white, with wings that can outrun the wind. He was born from the blood of a monster, but he became the steed of heroes.
He has the body of a man and the head of a horse. He sits in the trees, smoking a giant cigar, waiting for travelers to lose their way.