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Posted on February 4, 2012 at 03:13:15 PM by Razvan
 Upon the words that Encantador spoke, Razvan opened his eyes to look over at him. He listened quietly and tried to assess how he should answer. He didn’t interrupt the drink the other stallion was having and had cast his gaze back down as his mind was churning with many things he should be saying. He hated to be weak, but he couldn’t be anything that he wasn’t. Razvan knew his body had failed him, but his mind hadn’t. What could he offer this younger stallion so that maybe he could earn his protection? Looking back up to Encantador as he offered to leave or stay, Razvan gave a faint shake of his black head. “No, I think there is more important things we need to discuss” he said as his golden gaze watched the pale stallion. He wished he could rise, to look face to face with him as he spoke of what he needed to. Yet, Razvan didn’t think his legs could hold him for a while and so he remained on the ground. “As you can tell, I’m in very poor condition. I’m not sure what has failed within me to put me in such a way, but I don’t ever think I can heal. I’ve both traveled and rested but neither helps me. I’m looking for a home because the one I used to live in no longer suits what I need. I cannot be a lead stallion. How would I fight to protect anyone like this?” The painted stallion paused in his words, both thinking of what to say and to let his already spoken words sink in. “I’ve already lost one mare but I don’t wish to lose another. Both carry my foals and it truly kills me to know that another stallion will stand in my place in the foal’s life.” Razvan had to close his eyes at that and take a deep breath to keep himself in check. How much more he could say on the matter than that but he didn’t feel that he should at the time being. Opening his eyes to look at Encantador once more he continued. “I’m not asking for my own protection, but the protection of my only mare and foal I have left. I will do anything that I can to provide that for them, but physically I cannot.” Razvan let it go at that as his eyes studied Encantador. Would he understand what his last sentence meant; the question that was hidden within those words? He would wait and see what the other stallion’s reply to that is before he made any decisions on what to say next.  Stallion—Paint – 5 years – 15.3-- Blue Roan Tobiano with golden brown eyes
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