[song&storm]

What are Khimaira Friesians?
Khimaira Friesians are a "normal" friesian breed with all characteristics of a friesian and a average height from 15 to 17 hands, but even 18 hands can occur. The first born Khimaira was mistaked for a chimera horse. But a genetic test showed otherwise, there wasn't a second DNA but a complete new and unknown gen. Because this gen makes the friesian look like a chimera it was named khimaira. khimaira doesn't produce a complete new dna coat and therefor it can only lighten or darken the base coat of the horse. Till now only the paint khimaira is known that makes the khimaira coloration looks like tobiano, overo, sabino or splash. But we believe that there will be more khimaira variations out there and we still try to breed them. Appaloosas are not known till now, but we have some great friesian mixed horses with appaloosa patterns, so we are sure to deliver them to you in a short amount of time.

Mother: Foundation
Father: Foundation
Owner: iShame
Show Name: Will O' Wisp
Barn Name: Wisp
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 15 hh
Color: Sooty Dunskin Roan Medicine Hat with Gulastra Plume
Genetics: Ee Aa Crcr DD Stysty Tt Oo nSb + Gulastra Plume
Eye Color: Lavender Wish
Halter and Pearl Color: Rainbows
Breeding notes:
Only up to two foals may have the complete Tt Oo nSb genes passed down to them, making the foals medicine hats as well. (upon owner's request) They will have more colored markings however c:
Otherwise, other foals may have up to two of the paint genes, but they cannot be medicine hats.

The mythology of the Medicine Hat horse is steeped in Native American tradition and legend. A Medicine Hat horse is believed to have a magical ability to protect its rider from injury or death in battle, and were thought to have special abilities to warn their riders of danger and to find wild game hiding in forests or canyons. The mainly white coats were often decorated with other magical symbols, believed to increase the horse’s powers.

A Medicine Hat can have other markings, but the less they have the more powerful they were believed to be.

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[NARANDA]

Owner: NARANDA

Show Name: Madaliyon (Arabic "Medallion")
Barn Name: Champ

Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 Years
Height: 17.7 hh

Halter Color: Brown
Pearl Color: Gold
Eye Color: Golden
Coat Color: Dunalino Roan
Genetics: ee/Aa/Crcr/Dd/Rnrn

Personality:
Calm | Caring | Protective | Courageous | Confident | Calculating
Champ is normally a calm stallion, rarely letting things bother him or make him freak out, he is slow to anger and prefers to forgive then to let what happened get to him. He prefers to take a deep breathe and take things on with confidence that he can do it. He is courageous, and does not back down from a fight out of fear. He is calculating, always calculating his chances before taking up a challenge or a task. He is a caring stallion and hates to see others hurt. His caring side also makes him protective, always putting his life in the way of danger to protect his herd, young foals of any herd, and even humans he deems worthy of his protection such as his owner, children or friendly people he meets. He does not like being cooped up in small pens for a long time though, and quite enjoys spending time in the trees within the larger fields.

Story: Featuring Laika
I did not always belong to the herd that I do, I belonged to an owner that abandoned us, or so I thought. I now believe he had died one night, but it does not matter now. We were brought to a small seaside town where we were to be sold at auction. Everyone seemed to speak nervously about something that happened, men running to and fro, up and down the streets in panic. "Over there!" one called. "No! She went that way!" another called. I did not know who they were chasing, not until a girl in dark brown hair and strange clothes ran into the stable and hid within my stall, crouching behind the wooden door before me. I looked at her curiously, then looked up at the entrance to the stable as a group of men ran by, clearly angry and frustrated. They glanced into the stables, seeing nothing unusual as I was not bothered by the girl. They left, and soon the girl stood, then looked at me as I stood quietly behind her without worry.
"I need to escape, I need to get to the port." she spoke "Might you be able to help me?" she asked. I saw the fear and hope in her eyes, making me desire to help her. I snorted and was happy to see her face beam with joy. I stood still as she unhitched the stall door and leaped onto my back. I waited for her to get comfortable, to gain her balance before walking out of the stall and heading towards the door. I listened for any sign of the men returning, but I had hear nothing. I took a deep breathe, and with the girl grasping my mane I took off into the streets, picking up into a canter. I had thought shoes were nothing but a hassle until that day when I had to run through the streets of the port town.
"There she is! Stop her!" A voice cried behind us, and men ran into the streets, trying to block our path, but the warning had come too late and I had raced past them with them yelling behind us, mostly at the girl. I ran for the port, only knowing where it was because I had been led past it when we arrived in the town. My hooves clopped against the stone and the houses vanished around us as we came into the port, people looking surprised as the strange girl riding the horse interrupted their day. I did not normally like adventures, I preferred the calm of the field and relaxing in the pens, but I felt excited for once, adventurous for once. I was the noble steed who needed to rescue the girl from danger, only in this case, there was no knight and shining armor to chase away the villains. I felt her pull on my mane, trying to guide me to a specific dock, that is when I saw the men on the small boat waving to us. I charged towards them and then came to a sliding halt as the girl flew off my back and rolled on the stone before standing and hopping into the boat.
I looked into her eyes as she gave me one last glance, mouthing a few words to me before they left the shore and headed out towards a much larger ship just a little ways in the distance. 'Thank you' was what she mouthed to me, making me feel at peace with the decision to help her. I felt the rope slide around my neck, but I did not fight it as I let them lead me back towards the stables in which I had come. I looked back towards the sea one last time to see the tiny speck of a boat still getting further and further, reaching the larger ship that took off across the sea, leaving the port and myself behind. I wondered if she would remember me in time to come, but I doubted it. I did choose not to forget that moment though, one of the few times I had been on an adventure, one of the few times I have ever felt excited, a moment I would never forget.

[DarkestWerewolf]

Owner:
DarkestWerewolf
Show Name:
Anterograde Tomorrow
Barn Name:
Kaisoo
Gender: Stallion
Age:
7 years old
Height:
17hh
Halter Color:
Black
Pearl Color (halter):
Sky blue
Eye Color:
Fire red
Coat Color:
Silver blue roan
Personality:
Kaisoo is the stable's most handsome stallion. He is gifted with grace and elegance. He makes mares swoon and is always full of confident....or so everyone thinks. Truth to be told, Kaisoo is actually a really down-to-earth, genuine and rather introverted stallion. Everyone got the impression that he's that graceful and confident stallion because of how he performs during competitions. Kaisoo is extremely passionate in his discipline and always commits 100% to it.
Encountering a wild horse:
"Hey Kaisoo!" Rhiannon greeted as she stroked his muzzle.
It was a bright and early day. Rhiannon was feeling great and decided to take Kaisoo out on a ride. She tacked the stallion up, mounted him and off they went. The crisp morning air filled their noses as they headed into the nearby forest. The sound of the creek echoed silently as the sun started to peep through the leaves. Animals were starting to wake up as the first sights of squirrels crawling out of their homes appeared. As the two started to venture a little off the trail, they heard the soft trotting of hooves on the damp forest ground.
"What's that?" Rhiannon whispered.
Kaisoo pressed his ears back as curiousity urged them forward. As they approached a small clearing, they saw a beautiful white mare. Her white coat shone beautifully in the morning sun. She shook her mane and groomed herself.
"What a beauty..." Rhiannon remarked, blown away by the beautiful mare.
She unmounted Kaisoo and sat down on the ground in hopes of getting a little closer to the mare. Kaisoo observed the mare and inferred that she was a brave one. He decided to test his hypothesis and stepped out into the clearing. Ice blue eyes locked on the stallion as the mare paused like a deer. When she saw that Kaisoo meant no harm she happily trotted over to where Kaisoo was and the two started to socialise. Rhiannon saw that and smiled as she looked at the two of them. After a while, Rhiannon decided that it was time to head back and decided to step out. The mare backed away slowly the moment she saw Rhiannon but after she saw that Kaisoo was happy and actually nuzzled the human, she calmed down.
"Hi, beautiful." Rhiannon said softly as she held out a hand to the mare.
She sniffed the hand cautiously before letting Rhiannon stroke her. It was her first time interacting with a human and it was something she wouldn't forget. Rhiannon soon started to mount Kaisoo and left.
"We'll be back to visit!" Rhiannon smiled as the two headed back onto the trail and head back to the stable's where they shared stories of their unique encounter.
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[MelMellyMel]

Owner: MelMellyMel
Show Name:
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Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Height:
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Extras:

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[jesdar16]

Owner: jesdar16
Show Name: One In a Million
Barn Name: Poderos (shortened version of "Poderoso" meaning "mighty one" in Spanish)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 14 years
Height: 16hh
Halter Color: Eye color
Pearl Color (halter): White
Eye Color: Scarlet
Coat Color: I'm not too sure on how this would look so I chose a pair that sounded interesting xD dun gen & silver gen, red dun & blue silver
Extras:
Adventure of a Lifetime kudos to whoever guesses the title correctly
The forest was never still. Life was always moving in the forest, always alive, never silent. Out of the brush came a young squirrel searching for nuts. He stood on a small rock, his little nose in the air. Suddenly his eyes caught the gleam of an acorn at the root of a mighty oak tree and he disappeared into the ferns. The undergrowth waved with the wind whispering through the tree trunks and gently rustling the protective canopy above. After a moment, the same ferns that the squirrel disappeared into rustled again, revealing the squirrel with a nut grasped in his tiny paws. His eyes were more excited now, brighter than before. He hopped down the rock and into a root hole at the base of a maple tree.
Now the forest was quiet, as if it was lying in wait for something big. The wind was the only sound, still wreathing through the forest like a snake. Faintly one could hear footsteps. Faint thumps gently pattering the leafy forest floor. Over time they grew stronger, with the occasional snap of a twig broken beneath the beast's giant foot. Then the sound became clearer - it wasn't footsteps, it was hoofsteps. The ferns waved wildly as a beautiful stallion stepped out. His mane, which reached past his chest, was gently buffeted by the wind. The wind tugged his tail in that direction too, which gently dragged on the ground. The stallion's red-blue marking atop his head was dominated by the rest of his body being white, with the exception of the point before his tail. Muscles gleamed beneath the creature's skin and flexed as he lifted his front leg to clear the rest of his body from the ferns. Bright, intelligent eyes the shade of scarlet scanned the clearing. On the beast's mighty head was a simple rope bridle, reaching over his ears and across his nose. There wasn't a bit in the stallion's mouth, for his rider had deemed him a "wild creature" and he had no need of the controlling bit. The bond between them was as strong as steel, there was no need for a bit to tell them that. The long rope reins snaked down the stallion's muscular neck and slowly looped around and stopped in the hands of a young girl. Her hair was the most remarkable thing about her; it was nearly as long as the stallion's mane. It reached down to past her hips, wavy brown locks that the wind played with. Her eyes were a gentle shade of green and blue, and there was a wildness about her that strengthened the bond between her and the stallion. Her hands were small and delicate, but they grasped the reins with such dedication to her fine steed that it was clear nothing could ever separate them.
"Come now Poderos, let us go on our ride." She whispered to the stallion, Poderos. Gently her heels touched the stallion's sides and he moved off, his head up as he walked. Together they walked, passing through glades and clearings. The girl leaned down to let her hand brush a bobbing flower as Poderos walked, and at one point they saw a deer walking in the glade. In the shade of another mighty oak tree, they stopped, the girl gently pulling back on the reins. She leaned forward and attempted to connect her hands around the stallion's neck, but was unable to reach. She patted her four-legged friend and dismounted, her boots hitting the ground with a soft thud.
Poderos looked at the girl with his intelligent scarlet eyes, then turned and began to graze. His lips made a soft smacking sound as he plucked the lush forest grass. The girl cleared a spot beside the tree and sat down, leaning against its supporting trunk. She looked to the side and saw a beautiful young flower, struggling to reach the sunlight. Gently she parted the weeds in front of it and allowed it to stretch through. Smiling, she turned to face Poderos, who was grazing still. Suddenly he lifted his head. His ears perked up and angled towards the sound. The girl watched him curiously, and came to stand beside him.
"What is it, my friend?" She asked him, struggling to find what had caught the steed's attention. His ear flicked towards her but he did not answer.
A few moments later, the girl had mounted again, and the two were off riding. She asked Poderos to trot this time, and his muscular legs ate up the ground. They stopped after a while, for the girl could see the edge of the forest and her village. She slid off of Poderos's back and sat by a rock, inspecting some tiny inchworms slowly moving their way across it. Poderos kept one ear flicked behind him as he grazed, and he did not leave the girl's side. Suddenly the undergrowth twitched. Poderos's head shot up and he stared intently at it. The girl watched too.
The undergrowth parted as a small squirrel appeared. Immediately the poor creature froze in sight of the big stallion, but he moved slowly towards the girl. She waited patiently for him to approach, gently telling Poderos that it was alright. She held out her hand on the leaf mulch as the squirrel set something in it. It was a beautiful stone, shining a clear, reflective blue. The girl inspected it for a moment but then she looked at the squirrel, gratitude in her eyes.
"Thank you, dear friend." She whispered. The squirrel continued to stare at her, and she rummaged around in the undergrowth to find a few nuts lying around. She gave them to the squirrel who scampered away. He looked back at her once, then was gone.
"Come, Poderos, it's time for us to return to the village. We have had quite an interesting day, I might say." She said, patting the big white stallion. The girl pocketed the stone, and gently clicked Poderos into a gallop. The two disappeared over a rise towards the village, and were gone.

might do more extras later, unsure as of now

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[iShame]

Owner: iShame
Show Name: Will O' Wisp
Barn Name: Wisp
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 15hh
Halter Color: White/Light Grey
Pearl Color (halter): Rainbows
Eye Color: Very light Lavender
Coat Color: Sooty Buckskin Roan with a gulastra plume(Dominant Dun gene)
Extras:

Story;;
(Includes my human character Josephina Clearbanks; and one of my Wild Mountain Equids, Ruka)

A handmade brush in her grasp, along with an assortment of flowers and beads, young Clea made her way to the makeshift stall just outside of her small village in the valley. Today she had watched the Equid she adored wander into her home; her dark brown mane and tail full of burrs and foliage from her travels. As Clea approached, the Equid, whose name was Ruka, lifted her head; dark teal eyes held no shine as her long ears moved furiously to pinpoint the sound of crunching leaves. Her buckskin coat held a handful of small scraps and cuts from her travels; some were old, and some were fresh from only this morning. Only a few months ago, the now teenager mare had become fully blind, and relied more heavily than ever on feeling her surroundings.

Clea was not new to seeing a few wounds on the mare whom refused to be held in one place. She had tried more than once to 'tame' the equid, but with no success. Though the equid seemed to grow fond of the human that cleaned her wounds and Clea smiled as she began to clean out Ruka's mane and tail.

Well into the autumn afternoon, Clea finished cleaning the equid; and had even been allowed to braid the equids tail and decorate it to her fancy. She had made a quick trip back into her village to get a few supplies to clean Rukas minor scrapes; but felt as though she was being watched as she moved, if was near the end of her time with the equid when she noticed a large white animal in the trees not too far away. "What is that?"

Clea pushed open the gate on the small stall to allow Ruka to leave; but the equid was on alert; her head raised high and breathing heavily. Clea bent over slightly as the large white animal slowly inched forward; a pink nose appearing just below the bushes. Clea could tell it was a horse-like creature, and began to trek closer, still half bent over. The equid Ruka pounded her front hooves in contentment, hearing that the human was moving further away. She was unsure what was going on; but felt the presence of something powerful.

The sound of hooves hitting the ground made the stallion raise his head, lifting high above the bush he had been munching on. A smokey white body partially hidden still; though along the top of his head he held a crown of color, darker than the equids, his light lavender eyes plastered on the human and animal. He let out a loud snort in return; blowing boogers toward the pair of females as well as a few leaves from the bush as he took off; large tan hooves flattening the ground as he ran, a white tail streaming behind him. Clea wanted to see where the large stallion was running off too and took off after him; and spied down on him from a small hill. She could see him not contentedly grazing on sweet grass in a clearing below.

As she watched the beautiful stallion; he lifted his head and their eyes met; "One day.. One day you'll be with me Will O' Wisp." Clea spoke; giving the stallion a new that was fitting.

By this time, the stallion had had enough and galloped off into the distance, leaving the human to her fantasies of how she would convince the large beast to love her.



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