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Posted on January 29, 2012 at 05:50:47 AM by Razvan
 The travel had been hard on Razvan; the shifting of the sands beneath his hooves causing him to work harder to keep up. The upward travel slowed the painted stallion and several times he thought of just stopping. He couldn’t though, not needing to allow this other stallion to get away from him. What would happen then? Would he just lay out her and die in these hot sands? Feeling as if he was baking alive, Razvan hoped that Encantador had a decent place that he was taking him. As they came to the oasis, Razvan was ready to collapse. Hot breath blew from his nostrils in gasps and his flanks heaved from the effort. Flicking his black ears forwards he made his way over to the water. Stepping into it till it was up to his knees he then wondered if he fell would he drowned? The very thought nearly made a smirk tug at his muzzle but it didn’t and his face remained emotionless other than the exhaustion that showed. Breath still coming hard, Razvan lowered his muzzle to the water and drinking its cooling refreshments. His body was already wet from sweat but the water that he was standing in was already beginning to cool his body which caused a shiver to pass through him. Raising his head and allowing the water to drip from his muzzle, Razvan then turned his gaze to Encantador. What would this stallion think of him now? Leaving the water, Razvan moved over into the shade close to Encantador though in a respectful distance of space for talking. Allowing his white legs to tuck under his painted body, Razvan let his frail frame lower onto the ground as Encantador had. Inhaling a deep breath, he then let it out slowly before allowing his tired golden eyes to fall upon the pale stallion. How was he to ask if he could stay? How did you go about asking for another’s protection when you didn’t even know them? With a sigh, Razvan let his eyes close without a word as he rested his muzzle upon his front legs. How was he ever going to find him and Alexa a place for their child?  Stallion—Paint – 5 years – 15.3-- Blue Roan Tobiano with golden brown eyes
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- nobody ever says goodbye, but i don't mind - By encantador February 2, 2012 at 01:46:53 AM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan February 4, 2012 at 03:13:15 PM
- x - By Shiva February 6, 2012 at 10:35:14 PM
- Beyond the Doubtful - By Razvan February 4, 2012 at 03:13:15 PM
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