A cold wind swept across the steppe. A harbinger of things to come: of the long nights, the brutal cold. Of biting wind and stinging snow. The horseman's shaggy pony gave a displeased snort at the chilliness in the air, tail flicking anxiously. It had lived long enough, felt the raking of...
A cold wind swept across the steppe. A harbinger of things to come: of the long nights, the brutal cold. Of biting wind and stinging snow. The horseman's shaggy pony gave a displeased snort at the chilliness in the air, tail flicking anxiously. It had lived long enough, felt the raking of...