RAZVAN
male // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost

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Razvan had hoped that he would see Debonaire soon. The debt that hung over him seemed to get heavier with each passing day. Never before had he felt such a thing and in truth he could now admit that he didn’t like that type of change. The painted stallion was alone now as he had given his girls space as he figured they needed it. They were safe here or as safe as they could be. It eased his mind to know that Encantador would watch over them and give them that type of protection that he could not.


Such thoughts were interrupted as Razvan hears a call erupt through the quiet lands. Whipping his head around towards the direction it came from he stood absolutely still as his nostrils flared to try and catch the scent of whom it was. As he waited another call came to his swiveled ears and so finally he lets out his own call. It rings out and back towards those that had emitted one before his white legs begin to take him in the direction of the strangers of who he couldn’t get a scent on.


Moving out into a slow trot, Razvan knew he was pushing it to do so. How long had it even been that he had trotted? Being out of breath and shaky with exhaustion was not how he wanted to present himself and so slowed down to a walk. As he crested a dune two hides came into view and so he called out again to them so that they might meet him along the way since they were not together. How was it that two strangers came calling at once? And where was Encantador or Mellow?
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