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

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“Mares were not looked down upon. I had too many sisters to keep track of, many if which I never even met.” He answered. “The want of a son from my father was so that his blood may one day rule the land. What a disappointment he must have felt if he was still alive.” Razvan said to assure El Aran that he meant no disregard of mares such as it might have sounded. Her questions persist which he isn’t fazed about. Instead, he continues to answer them.


“I was born upon the mainland, much to the description of Atlantis from what I’ve been told of the island. I happened upon these islands when I came of age to find a life for myself. What drove me into the salty waters I’m still not sure.” He shook his head slightly though again his golden gaze found the mare. He regarded her silently for a moment before he continued on with her last requested question. “I was leader of the Hills. Reisis handed me the land and ask me to watch over his mares. I fought Midas for them when he challenged me and afterwards my health declined and so I abandoned the empty Hills as I had lost. Too weak to leave the island, I instead wandered into another territory which happened to be Encantador’s. He offered me a home and I offered my loyalty.”


Recalling back to that day he never realized how lucky he had been. Encantador seemed a man with a greater heart than he had ever expected. Trying to protect Reisis’s mares had lead him to these state of health and even then Reisis had turn him away instead of allowing him shelter. He would not bring this up to Encantador though. He would not risk the lack of alliance because of his own past with Reisis.


Golden brown eyes regarding the mare quietly he finally broke the momentary silence with his own first question. “And what brought you here El Aran? Your accent speaks of your foreign blood.”
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