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Posted on January 11, 2020 at 02:28:08 AM by CAIN
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He had come to think of Geneva as an integral part of the herd and if she ever wanted to leave, he didn't know what he'd do. He didn't want to hold anyone prisoner here but he'd come to see all his mares in a different light and he liked all their individual personalities. They were all an asset to the Desert. Geneva was his anchor, his rock. She came here willingly and stayed willingly, even though the climate wasn't at all what she was used to. She bred to him before she was even a member of his herd then followed him here and stayed her whole pregnancy. Now she'd given him a beautiful son that he could watch over and raise. His first child. He couldn't ask for a more precious gift. Geneva continued to surprise him and he loved her gentle nature but knew she was more than capable of handing herself should it ever be necessary. He couldn't get enough of watching Legolas now that he'd met him. The tobiano stallion couldn't find a single flaw on his son. He remembered the mouthing movements a little from his own childhood and he promised himself that Legolas would learn quickly that he never needed to feel nervous or fearful around his father. Cain would work to be the father he couldn't remember himself. He knew this was their first meeting so of course Legolas wouldn't know what to expect of the large stallion he found himself facing. In time, the Gypsy Vanner wanted his son to come to him for anything and never feel like it was stupid or not worth it cause Cain would listen and guide. He just hoped he was good at it. He couldn't help but think he needed to thank Geneva for all she'd done for him. She shrugged it off though in true Geneva-style, saying she wanted a foal too. His lips tugged into a smirk. "Well, you could have chosen anyone to father it. Thank you for choosing me." His brown gaze fell on the colt as he started to drink from his mother. With a soft sigh, Cain lowered his head to grab a bite of grass before he looked again at the bay mare. "Do you need anything?" Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose) photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
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- The Race of Women - By Geneva February 1, 2020 at 09:46:23 AM
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