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

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It was as if someone was listening in on Razvan’s thoughts as Encantador appeared upon the same dune. The backup made him feel stronger about the situation though in truth he never really thought Debonaire would have physically fought him but he could always be wrong. Mellow arrived as well and fell in on Encantador’s other side. The pace they keep at a trot would have been harsh upon him if it hadn’t of been for the short distance they traveled to Debonaire.


Razvan comes to a halt standing beside Encantador but with just a bit of space behind being as he was not lead. His golden eyes study their visitors; assessing what this might lead too. With so many males in this meeting it could easily turn vicious and the outcome violent but hopefully not. Lashing out at someone and taking a hit was not something Razvan needed to experience just yet. Only recently was he starting to look better than before when death was trying to claim him.


“Debonaire” Razvan greets quietly as the buckskin returns his attention to them rather than the lady. The brave woman doesn’t seem to be skittish of this boiling situation and instead makes herself a part of it yet it had nothing to do with her. In truth this was between Debonaire, Encantador and himself; how had so many others come into this?

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