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

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Razvan had found himself to be alone once more. Giving his two girls and children some room seemed the best but now he wasn’t so sure. Just because he thought they needed space didn’t mean that he needed the space. Instead he couldn’t get close enough. But smothering wasn’t something he wanted to do. Whatever his decision was he was following through with it. If it wasn’t right then he knew the girls would tell him. Neither had a problem speaking their mind.


The painted was to be found lying under a scraggly tree. If he wasn’t not around others it seemed that was what he mostly did. Lie and rest his weary body. It seemed to be helping his health; all this rest he was getting. He had more endurance and was starting to gain some weight. His ribs still poked out but his skin wasn’t so taunt over them. Currently he had his golden eyes closed but his black ears swiveled this way and that as he listened for any approach of either friend or foe. Though he caught the sound of neither he did catch one sound that got his attention. Opening his eyes, Razvan turned his head in the direction of the call that had sounded out across the silent desert. El Aran. He had never met her but the call was still clearly from her. It had that edge to it that only a lead would have and from what he had heard that was definitely what she was.


Rising to his hooves, Razvan let out a returning call as he made his way towards her. His pace was but a walk as he didn’t want to tire himself out. That was the appearance he wanted to make on this mare. To show up gasping for breath and soaked with sweat just because he broke into a trot. Hopefully she wouldn’t take it in a meaning of disrespect that he only walked to meet her call.
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