Distantly the calls of wild horses can
be heard, a slight hint, perhaps of the old days. Little more than an echo
it seems, so faint, so feeble. Though perhaps yet, the old days will come
again, once more wild horses will run unscathed by bridle or bit, never enslaved
to his will. It seems that never again shall this happen, never, except in
our minds. Though the spirits of the wild are being tamed and quenched,
does that mean that ours are too? Can we not rein act this forgotten age,
relive the memories and dreams and pains of the wild horse as it used to be?


A both realistic and
unrealistic game all at once. Relive an ancient time in the form of a
truly magnificent beast and tame the wilds of your homelands.

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