As you stand upon the dark and dreary Scottish marsh, you can’t help but feel like you’re being watched. You glance around the marsh, taking in all the misty details. In the midst of the shadows, a beautiful black horse begins wading its way to you. It was odd for the horse seemed to have appeared from no where and you didn’t even think it could touch the bottom of the marsh. The horse waded over, revealing its beautiful body and grunted gently. Like it was begging for your touch…..