RAZVANmale // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost

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Razvan did not like this new debt that hung over his head. Not one bit. It haunted his thoughts and though he was happy to have Sahara back he had hoped to do it on his own terms. A smile tugged at his muzzle despite his worries at the thought of his two children here in his own home with him. Ah, how he loved them both. Pride and joy swelled up into the stallion and he closed his golden eyes with a deep sigh of happiness. But then the thought of Debonaire coming back to take something of his brought him down from his bliss.

Opening his eyes to look upon the land he called his home he wondered where Encantador was? Things had been left so confusing he didn’t even know where to begin on things. Now was the time they needed to straighten out this matter of business. With a snort that blew sand away from his muzzle that rested upon his folded knees, Razvan raised his head and pulled his legs out from under his chest and then pulled his resting form from the ground. He had been lying beside a scraggly tree that had cast shade over him to protect him from the harsh heat of the sun. It was still hot yet as he stepped away from the shade he could definitely feel a difference.

Razvan looked around and his nostrils flared to try and catch Encantador’s scent yet he didn’t see nor scent the stallion. With another snort and a shake of his head that whipped his mane from one side to the other he set off in search of his leader. A deep breath was taken only to be let out in a loud ringing call that would hopefully catch Encantador’s attention. It was time to settle this matter on Debonaire.
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