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

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Razvan had left the Commons behind along with the Crossing Island. He had not minded leaving Neassa with Debonaire and in truth he felt a bit comforted by it. She had a home and he knew she would be safe within the Shores. What a Paradise for his first girl to have. A smile caressed his lips and his golden eyes briefly shut before opening again. The waters that tugged at his weary body caused the blue roan painted stallion to give a huff in indignation but it wasn’t far left. The shores of Salem were just up ahead as he could already see the white foam that lathered the land along the edges. If he too were upon land it was quite possible he would be covered with similar foam from the exhausting exertion he had placed upon himself this day.


Weary hooves dragging his thin frame upon the shores, Razvan shuttered with the pain that laced his chest. It had been awhile since it had been this bad and it wore on the stallion enough that he could not make it but a few steps from the greedy licking of the water before collapsing. How had he let it become this bad? Ragged gasps forced their way through his flared nostrils but try as he might he just could not catch his breath. With a grunt of pain the stallion again rose to his feet though could not move any more than that.


Standing there, Razvan’s once proud crown hung low and his golden brown eyes that were dulled over with pain were closed. With yet another shutter he began making his way more inland. If he could reach a safe resting point then maybe he would be okay. He just had to make it that far.


As the scraggly tree that he was mainly found at loomed ahead the stallion thought he was hallucinating. Many times he had done so on the way to his tree; speaking both with Alexa and Sahara, that he wasn’t quite sure what was real and what wasn’t. Only the sand below his feet and the merciless sun that was cast overhead was he completely sure was there. Whether it was real or not Razvan allowed his tired frame to collapse to the shaded sands below the tree and a grunt of pain escaped him. Eyes closing and his body sprawling over onto his side the stallion thought of the disappointing life he had lived.


He was the one and only son his father had had yet even then he had been a disappointment. Razvan had not become a king of lands or even a lead as his father had wanted. Instead he had left his family, running away to these islands where he hoped that no one would look to him to be their rising hero. Instead he had been told to look after a land and a herd by why he thought was a dying man only to have it taken away by another. Turmoil befell him yet now as it had all settled and he was left with friends, two beautiful women and two children and two on the way he could not ever complain of what had befallen him. Razvan was a being who believed that hardship had to be endured to gain the greater things in which was why he had gotten Sahara and Alexa. He hoped Kade would not face such things as he had and would find a suitable place among these lands and Neassa had already found a home in paradise among the Shores.


Razvan slowly opened his eyes to see the sun had already sunk towards the horizon. The hottest part of the day had gone without him even noticing. His breath was still ragged and his body was numb but his heart was at peace. His family was strong; much stronger than him. He knew they would find another place among the islands and that they would be safe as Encantador and Debonaire would not let anything bad fall upon them. A small smile caressed his muzzle once more and he allowed his eyes to close for yet another time. Ragged breaths slowing into nothing at all; Razvan had finally let it all go and the pain never to be felt or suffered again.
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