Koiice

A Horn, a Life Over the white glistening hills and along the frosty meadow, a young woman rode a beautifully coloured, crystal white horse. The horse's paper white mane flew from side to side, lashing out at the spine chilling air. Pulling roughly upon the blood red reins the horse began to slow, the large black hooves patted the ground as the creature came to a halt. Jumping off the horse a woman with long raven black hair; tied gently up in a high pony tail. Most of the clothing she wore was hand made; a cow skin tank top with long leather strapping, short cow skin shorts complete with leather tassels, and a pair of knee high