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

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Razvan couldn’t help but to think of his Alexa. Was she healing finally? Or was her limp growing worse with her stubbornness not to rest? He often wondered how it was that they had grown so close with her wilder nature when he was often so mellow. Didn’t he bore her? Sure, he had attempted to play when they had met in the Falls but now he couldn’t do anything besides walk. The high spirited girl deserved more than him. He was washed up before he even reached his older years. How had it come to this?


His selfish nature would never allow Alexa or Sahara to know of his doubts upon them staying with him. He wanted them to remain with him as they were truly what keep him fighting to stay alive. So many times Razvan wanted just to lay down and die yet when he would lay down death would not claim him as thoughts of the two keep death at bay.


Thoughts of them plaguing him, Razvan felt an urge to reach out to at least one of his girls. Seeing his children would be of good as well but they could not comfort as that of a woman’s soft caress. So now as his white legs carried his light frame across the sands he raised his head and let out a call. Hopefully one would hear his plea for company.
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