RAZVAN
male // paint // five // blue roan tabiano // fifteen.three // frost
Razvan was deep in thought, his legs carrying him in the direction of any whim they desired. The sun was high in the sky, beating down upon his two toned hide but his eyes were bright and full of life they hadn’t shown in quite some time. Coat sleek and glossy, his ribs still showed but not nearly as bad as before. Health was returning to him, though at times he wondered how well he would be if not for the harsh climate he still called home.
A sudden whinny upon the wind caught his attention and so Razvan stopped to look in the direction that it had come from. The voice sounded like Sahara and so he allowed a call to admit from his muzzle in reply before he began to make his way towards her. He stayed at a steady walk though he itched to move faster. The stallion had been wanting to see his lovely girl and son but it seemed that time had keep them apart despite her finally returning to his home.
Her form started to shape among the hazy lines of the heat waves upon the sand and a smile tugged at his muzzle. Indeed, it had been Sahara! The wind was tossed in her direction and so he hadn’t been able to pick up a scent to the one who had called out. Not being able to stand it any longer, Razvan finally moved out into a trot. She wasn’t that far away so it wouldn’t be too harsh on him right?
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