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General Info
Chrysaora Basilisk are the prevalent equine creatures that inhabit the world Lucent. They roam by the hundreds, using their unique hooves to score the uneven rock and track down their most vital source of nourishment; evil. The relationship between Chrysaora and humans is a complex one. Chrysaora vocalize like horses, but are also thought to have a syrinx much like birds do and have been recorded displaying a variety of sharp, avian sounds. Their eyes layer over with a dark, murky black until their normal eye color pierces through in a great ball of electric light, radiating toward their victim's open eyes and paralyzing them. The Glare is able to stop both human and creature, and after a few days, unique to other forms of basilisk, the paralyzed being transforms into a sea nettle.

Owner: Fuscontidox
Name: Niarju
Gender: stallion
Link to form: |link|
Coat Color: blue taffy extended blanket appaloosa

The story goes like this;
A human trapper had stolen many chrysaora foals and was selling them in a underground black market. A organization of people stopped him and rescued the foals, and are now trying to adopt them out. Each of the foals needs an experienced owner to love and raise them. We're counting on you, the members of the chry community, to give these babes a second chance at life.

Tasks:
- first encounter
- gaining trust
- first feeding
- free spot [make it original!]

[Fuscontidox]

0o0 oh what a handsome foal!!
I'll come up with a name and gender as I work with my foal because the color of it's mane and tail are practically opposite of it's coat :3 this is going to be fun!!

I'll be starting today in my next post

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I ask that if there's anyone who wishes to comment, please respond either pm or in the fan club :3

At least until I've finished the task at hand ^^

Thank you!

Now let's begin...

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Part 1

I groggily awoke to the harsh banging on my front door, I practically tumbled down my staircase just to answer the door, who the heck shows up at 2am? Couldn't they have waited until actual waking hours?

I opened the door to find two men standing before me drenched to the bone, in the hands of the one farthest from my door was something tenderly covered and wrapped with care, a spherical shape it held.

"Can I help you?" I croaked, rubbing my eyes as I looked between them.

"Miss K'make-"

"It's pronounced Koo-Me-Key, Kumiki." I said harshly, one thing people should try to avoid is saying my last name wrong, it gets them on my bad side.

"My apologies Miss Kumiki," he corrected himself, "I'm George Harlice and this is my partner Gage Allen, we're part of the YWLSCA."

I blink twice, " Should I know you?"

"Probably not." George chuckles, "YWLSCA stands for Young Wild Life Second Chance Association, we work with organizations who locate and dispose of animal black markets, we take the animals into custody and find people who will care for them properly and efficiently in a habitat that the animal can survive well in. These last few weeks, we focused on the removal of a Chrysaora Basilisk trapper, we took custody of several dozens of Basilisk foals he had stolen."

"We are now in the process of locating people who know the species well and can be trusted to care for the orphan Chrysaoras, our sources say you'd be a good help to our cause." I look to Gage with an almost dumbfounded expression.

"You want me, to care for one of these guys? You do realize how dangerous their nature can be right?"

"We understand completely."

"That's why the organization has chosen you. You know the species well through your research and we have reason to believe you will be able to train and care for it well."

"And what if I decline?"

"Then we can't force it on you, whether you'd like to take it on or not is completely your choice."

It's just about 2:30am, I'm tired, cranky, and I just want to sleep until noon, the last thing I wanted to do was stand at my front door talking to people from a rescue organization, how they found me? Only their "Sources" know. And yet here I am, watching them get back in there car, and drive away.

What they left me with was a glass spherical thing that's rather hard to explain, it carried an egg that seemed to be close to term surrounded by water like it should be. I tapped the glass lightly with a short nail to test its strength, I left a small indent in it. Semi glass or soft glass then, thin, soft shell-like, when the Chrysaora hatches, it will more than likely gain an even stronger horn, like baby birds, it will have to break through the glass on its own, if I broke it there's a risk it could be injured. just what I needed an extra strong, sharp horn of a chrysaora running around my house impaling my walls, doors, windows, along with my neighbors and I, not to mention how many people this Chrysaora will turn into jelly fish.

I placed the egg down in my office just across the hall from my bedroom, a place where I could watch it, as well as give it some space to grow. How exactly I will "train" this thing puzzles me, at this young of an age, and since it will be imprinted on, I'll have to wait until it's about a yearling to start taking it down to the caves to explore.

I went back to bed and slept for a few more hours, knowing night would be gone soon.

The next day, I sat in my office, examining the egg, salmon, orange, yellow, and lilac swirled about, the mane and tail was growing well, individual strands seemed strong and healthy, the color was vibrant, coat color couldn't really be seen yet, pink healthy horns for it's age, id say it would hatch within the week. Chrysaora are best trained in young stages, adult encounters are dangerous. I don't have any attachment to Chrysaoras for the reason that they can be dangerous to each other.

This will be my first hands on encounter with one, I've watched and documented a foal from birth and tracked it for three months, it turned two people into sea nettle. It had a hot headed personality, and never bonded to a human, nor did it find a mate in the time that I documented it. It travelled in a bloom of five and lived as a normal Chrysaora. As I watched the egg, I honestly had no clue what exactly to expect from a Chrys being raised by a human, there's no bloom in the area for the foal to grow into. I guess I have to do more research in the next few days before my first personal Chrysaora is born into the world.

Obviously I have more than just this Chrysaora :3 I have like 3 others, but for the story line I have set up, the character who received the egg says this is her first one, she also (if you couldn't tell) lives on Lucent ^^

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Part 2

The days went on and I studied non stop about everything I could possibly find with behaviors of imprinted Chrysaora and looked for guides on first time ownership, having that I've worked with horses for years, I wasn't surprised that the method of training Chrysaoras wasn't far off from training horses, as they are both equine. It's been years though since I've worked with horses, ever since I left earth years ago, I've found Lucent to be much different, not only in terrain, but also in life forms, horses are scarce, children who've never been to earth before, hardly know what a horse is.

I looked back at the egg, the color of the coat was still white as normal, considering that the coat doesn't actually appear until after birth, I'm anticipating something beautiful will match the vibrant mane and tail it carries.

the only thing that worries me most it my years of study have always told me that Chrysaora eat anger and hatred, I'm not sure how I'm gonna feed it if I don't really have a reason to carry anger in my house or for it to invade, I live alone, -save this new egg- all my family lives back on earth, I get a long with most of my neighbors and the over all community isn't really attacked for some reason. I'm sure there'll be plenty down in the caves forming or something. Maybe the Chrysaora will attract more anger with vocal vibrations, I've heard that some people have documented vocal waves as such.

I snap my gaze to the door of my office, my door bell rang, quickly, I rush out of the room, making sure to close the door behind me. I practically fly down the stairs and swing the front door open, my breathing heavier than normal as I smile and welcome in my colleague Gwen. She was a horse expert that had moved to Lucent at first as an assistant, we met a while back and have been working together on new projects at least once a month, she lives a few hours away so the drives up are a bit of a doozie.

"Is it true?" she asks with pure excitement, I nod my head, smiling as she jumps up and down in extreme joy, clapping her hands and spinning me around.

"It's upstairs in the office," I say, we both head for the stairs, Gwen following close behind. "it doesn't have a name, gender obviously won't be known until birth."

"It always gets me, if they have a Gender, why don't they have reproductive systems?" I shrug and open the door, letting her walk in before me, she gasps and walks steadily towards the orb sitting on the work table by the window.

"Wow..." She breathes, amazement just oozing out of her, she got closer and ran a hand over the glass shell, gasping her eyes bugged out of her head. "is that Semi-Glass casing?!" I nod, "did you do it yourself?" I shook my head and walked into the room.

"its gonna take a while for the foal to break completely through the casing, but its horn will get pretty strong in the process, I'm sure the casing was the trapper's idea, its really smart, water tight, enough space for each to grow individually, the water will all eventually be consumed by the foal, if there happens to be too much extra water, I'm sure we can tap some out so the foal doesn't drown." she nods.

"We'd have to be extremely careful, at this stage, some times the mane and tail of the foals act like jelly fish stingers in order to protect themselves while they are still growing in the egg."

'Yeah, I don't really wanna break the glass when the soft shell of the actual egg breaks because I'm afraid the foal will be injured."

"Where did you say you got it?"

"I obviously didn't find it in the caves, since normally the more protective parent safe guards the young, if mated then the parents switch out watching over them. A trapper had taken a bunch of eggs and killed or stolen some of the parents, an organization had caught him selling them to the black market and they asked me if I'd take one in, as part of their second chance at life thing they've got going on."

"so it's completely random which one they handed you?" she asked turning towards me.

"That's more than likely the case, considering no one knows the behaviors of any of the parents, its pretty much a wild card."

"So you're just gonna keep it? Cam, you don't have space for this foal, they grow to adulthood by an earth month."

"I know how fast they grow, I've studied them for years."

"Well, we better find a place to keep it soon because otherwise you'll just have a Chrysaora putting holes in your walls."

We sat and thought for a while, drawing to a blank as we stared at the egg before us.

"It needs a dark habitat like the caves."

"A big enough space to fit up to a sixteen hand horse."

"How tall do you think It'll get anyway?" I asked turning my head towards her.

"Judging by the length of the legs, id say the tallest it'll reach is fifteen and two hands." I nod in response and go back to watching the egg.

"What about the guest room down stairs? It's pretty large, we could convert it into a stall and make a door in the back since it's against the side of the house, have some people come in to Chrysaora proof it, take out the door leading into it so you have to go out through the back door. Take out a lot of the lights make it look like a cave and have tiny luminescence here and there with colors and stuff, make the Walls feel like the actual cave walls."

"Yeah but your house will smell like a barn." she laughed.

"Not really, we could have it vented really well, make sure the room is kinda humid like the caves."

"Tt could work, but do you think you'll have enough time?"

"That's why you hire a load of workers."

"Funds?"

"Trust me when I tell you not to worry about the funds." she sighed and did more examinations with the egg.

"This egg could hatch any day, what are you going to do about this untrained little tike running around your house?"

"Wanna spend the night for a month? We'll figure it all out then." I saw a twinkle in her eyes and smirked wickedly.

"Of course I do! I'll stay in the room down the hall, we can watch the Chrysaora grow together, but this thing has to connect with you, because my little apartment doesn't allow pets, nor do I have space to have one anyway."

I laugh and we sit for a while longer, just watching the egg.

"Do you think maybe we should place this on the ground? the counter is a really bad place have an egg that could hatch while we sleep."

"We can move it to..." I look around the room, my flooring is hardwood, extra water would damage it, not happening. I whip my head back toward Gwen, "what about the tub?"

"No! This baby is not being born in a place where it won't be able to grip, the rocks in the cave are uneven and can be course, but the tub is slick and has little traction, plus the grip hairs on the hooves aren't gonna be developed until it's a couple days old."

"Good point..." I look around the room again, seeing nothing I've drawn to a blank for a while before looking back towards Gwen, "We can camp out in the living room for a while, oh! the kitchen!"

"Oooor." she draws out cutting me off, "We can just go to the room you want to turn into a stall, baby proof the place temporarily, switch out the lights and wait for the munchkin to be born."

"Right, then lets get to it." I felt really dumb for a moment, but shook it off.

She and I took up the egg and put it in the room, compared to the size it was a few days back, it's extremely snug in the glass shell, practically outgrowing it. this means it will probably poke out even sooner due to cramped space.

"you said on the phone that you pulled up a birth supplies list right?" she asked, "Did you go shopping?" I nod and head for the supply closet where I had stashed it all. I had totally forgotten that I had bought floor mats, since they don't consume regular horse feed nor do they feed like normal foals, their like... reverse platypi or something, so we are not entirely sure how we will feed it.

After we set everything up, walls covered in gym mats, the carpetted floors protected with layers of plastic wrap, duct tape, and wax paper and some more mats over that, we boiled water and let the room steam a little, helping give like a cave feel while the lights were out and only the egg illuminated the room.

We waited for hours, with nothing happening, we ended up dozing off, I woke up to constant slapping and harsh whispering from Gwen as she attempted to wake me up.

the sound of cracking glass was like bone slowly ripping to shreds, a chill ran down my spine as I looked up to see the foal pouring out of the egg like a yolk into a pan. its a weird simile, yes, but it works!

soon the glowing ended and we were left in almost complete darkness, the light from the window was seeping through from the dawning morning. I smile brightly at the beautiful foal before me, I watch as they lift their head and take in their first breath, opening their beautiful soft orange eyes and peering towards me.

"We've been expecting you." I say softly, this was only the start.

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The foal looked warily between the two of us, shakily trying to get to its feet, but its heavily soaked mane and tail weigh down on their attempt, as a motherly reaction, Gwen and I take towels to the new foal and gently rub it down, the mane and tail were shorter than the grown Chrysaora ones, for some reason, Pinky Pie from the newer My Little Pony Series came to mind.

As we rubbed down the foal, its eyes closed and its stiff body relaxed, the sharp horns were a beautiful salmon color, it carefully laid down -having moved closer to me- its head resting in my lap. After a while, the foal became dry, allowing me to soothingly run my hand from it's jaw to its ribs.

The light of the day was already bursting through the window, its coat color was more visible now, a faded view of color danced over the glossy, soft, baby coat.

"What color is it?" I asked silently, looking towards the awestruck Gwen.

"It appears to be shading out into some kind of Appaloosa coat, I can't really make out what exactly at this point, but I'm betting with this blueish tint and cream under maybe a taffy."

I smiled down at the beautiful creature. I stopped petting it and pulled my hand away to test the reaction, only to find it lifted its head quickly and gazed at me, nodding its head a little, it made a bird type noise, like a chirp of a chick, ending with a low grumble of a horse. Almost as if to say Hello! Why did you stop?

I scooted away from it and stood up, I made clacking sounds and coaxed the foal to follow me, backing away towards the other side of the room. It nodded its head vigorously and scrambled to its wobbly knees, lifting its back legs, its butt skyward and fluffy tail flicking around, reaching to about the Calcaneus of it's hind legs.

It made a half bird sound half horse sound again and slowly stood with legs spread in four different directions. It grunted and hobbled towards me, I laugh a little as I watch it try to walk, "Can you tell gender Gwen?" I ask, she lays her head towards the ground and looks back at me.

"Yep."

"Well?"

She smiled brightly and wiggles her brows, "Congratulations on your baby Boy!" She said excitedly.

I bit my lip and looked down at the fuzzy salmon and orange of this little boy, 'Real Men Wear Pink' huh?

He stumbled towards me, his neck craning up to grip my shirt by my belly button, he snorted and made semi chirp sounds, nuzzling his face into my belly, I pulled back as his sharp horns started to graze my shirt, causing it to snag and rip a line through the fabric.

I looked towards Gwen who was now standing with a clipboard -of which I have no idea where she got it- she began jotting down notes and other things.

Over the days, his personality began to blossom, along with his coat, Gwen was almost spot on with what he would become. A blue taffy extended blanket, his contrasting pink and orange hair making him stand out extremely.

He was very sure if himself, always wanting to do whatever I was doing, go where ever I was going, and was very mellow about everything around him. He can climb the stairs fine, and get down them okay, he refuses to scratch an itch until after he reaches the top of the stairs or waits at the bottom till he's done. This is because of an incident in which he got his horn stuck between the steps, causing him to spook, this proved he learns quickly, and never makes the same mistake twice.

He looks up to me as a son to his mother, often ignoring Gwen's very presence, he seems to be solely attached to me at this point. He gets an attitude when I leave him in the room alone to train him for when his stall becomes legit. At this point He was already a week old, his back came to about my elbow, this made him eleven and two hands.

We brought in our contractor to test how he reacted to new people, knowing he would be territorial, we chose someone experienced with handling and being near Chrysaora, when the contractor came in, the colt snorted and pawed at the carpet, the contractor made clicking noises and slowly went around him. He tossed his head, not liking another male in his territory, he made bird-like warning sounds, his mane and tail started to have strands of illuminating pieces to show dominance. I placed my hand on the side of his neck and gently moved it till my arm was around his neck in a U shape. He listened to me knowing I meant for him to stay put, he hung his head in a lax manner as the contractor looked around the room we had cleared out.

I removed my arm from around his warm neck and walked away towards the contractor, having no lead or halter for him yet, the only thing I could do was let him follow behind me and hope our contractor didn't become a sea nettle.

As the day passed, we explained our plans to the contractor, he agreed and checked out the room to see what he could do with it, the colt stood around warily watching us. When the contractor left, he relaxed but refused to go to his room because the aura and scent of the contractor still lingered.

After his reaction with the contractor, we kept the colt upstairs until his stall was complete, during this time, we practiced with him, the custom halter I had ordered wouldn't be in for a while since it had to be fitted for a Chrysaora, his horns weren't full yet, and his tail didn't drag along the ground like an adult, having that he isn't quite an adult yet.

Half way through the construction, we gave the workers a day off, and took the Chrys down to the caves, along with us came a load of safety equipment considering all the dangers that lurked below. The very sight of the caves had him very antsy, he seemed excited to be down here, but I could we in his eyes that he had a different gaze towards the caves than that of a wild born Chrys. He had not longing but personal enjoyment, this was a tour to him, not a visit to his natural habitat. Gwen stood next to me, taking notes as usual about the event. I felt sorry for him, he had no idea what kind if work he was missing, because he didn't know it was a world he should have known to begin with.

Gwen walked off a ways to take down more notes about something else, probably something that had to do with Chrysaora as a species as normal, "Hey," I whispered to him, when she wasn't in range, "I know this isn't what we raised you in, but, this here." I looked around walking towards the caves more, "This, is where you belong, where you should have been born, raised. Away from humans from what you know now, by now, you'd join a bloom, and soon after you might have found a mate. I just wish I could change your mind set, so if anything happens, you can still survive in this outside world where you belong." I turned back to look at him, he blinked, and at that point I laughed to myself, "I'm becoming a nutcase, I'm talking to a Chrysaora Basilisk, who probably can't understand a word I'm saying." He nodded his head and began making broken sounds in his throat. Almost as if he was saying vowels. I've heard that some Chrys pick up human speech if they are around them for a long time, whether they actually understand or not has been a huge controversy.

I walk back towards him with a soft gaze, bowing my head gently I closed my eyes. "I'm terribly sorry that your situation as a foal has cost you too much to ask for." I reply gently, the feeling of cold polished horns, tapped my shoulder, and I had unknowingly just went through the ritual of conjoining.

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First Feeding

My still nameless boy began to grow into a beautiful stallion with every passing day, his coat turned from the fuzzy soft cover of his foal's coat into the classy coat of an adult. He kept his mellow personality and sparked it a little more with this know-it-all attitude, he's smart, gentle, cocky when he wants to be, and over all a very admirable stallion. We took him to the caves almost daily, and watched him grow in his interest and enjoyment to the new world we had showed him. Every day, we went deeper and deeper, letting him explore to as far as we had been before. He seemed to really appreciate us showing him the caves and loved everything about our trips.

He also began to acknowledge Gwen more often, using his curios and clown ways to get her attention, peaking over her shoulder, leaning his weight on her, slobbering on her face. Yes, he slobber on her face, just because he wants to and has a very strange sense of humor.

By the time his stall was finished, he was already full grown as of three days, his horn and tail were complete and he looked absolutely glorious with his soft orange eyes always watching us, he seems to enjoy spending a lot of his time at home in his stall despite his prior behaviors. For a while, I actually paid no mind to the fact that he was nameless, just basking in the fact that he was so amazing.

I searched for a few days, looking for good names, only to come up dry, frustrated with it one night, I fell asleep just to get it off my mind, I awoke to the tapping of Gwen's finger on my shoulder, her low voice repeating my name.

"You've gotta come see this." She said in an excited manner.

"What's going on now?" I ask groggily, I look at my clock, half hour till daylight.

"It's the Chrys!" with that she pulls me out of bed and half drags me towards the back door.

We go outside, but she doesn't head for the stall door, "Gwen are you sleep walking? The door is back that way!" I complain.

"He's not in his stall."

"Did you let him out?"

"Nope."

"Then how did he get out?" I half snap.

"No clue, but if I'm correct, we are about to witness him feeding on anger!" She dove behind a rock and watched him from a distance.

His tail and mane started to glow and the black shadows of hate floated around him in the shape of jelly fish, he elongated his beautiful neck and snatched some between his teeth, in turned into somewhat of a smoke and he seemed to inhale it. His eyes grew a shade of red before mellowing back to its soft orange. After the few he ate, he walked back towards his stall, unlatched the door on his own, and went in, it closed behind him gently.

"You'd expect him to eat all of it..." I look at Gwen.

"That's it? We just watched him open his door and walk in and it close behind him, on his own, and all you can say is that you hoped he'd eat more?" There was a pause before Gwen looked at me.

"Yep." she replied, I sigh heavily and walk back to the house.

In the morning I went down stairs to grab my morning coffee, finding a note on the counter:

"Out Shopping
Also stopping at post office to check if the bridle is in yet!

Gwen

I sigh and head out to the stallion, checking on him as well as seeing how he could possibly get out of his stall alone.

when I open the door, he perks up and makes and sound like an impatient horse waiting for its grain, I smile a little before folding my arms and giving him a serious expression.

"Okay you," I start, watching his ears swivel and a questioning glint flash in his eyes, "How did you escape last night? I dont know how Gwen found out, or whatever, but I'm sure that there's no normal way you could have escaped."

He tossed his head a little and makes a noise, almost like laughter, "Maa-gic" my eyes almost bulge out of my face as I stare at the stallion, who just spoke English.

"How did you...?" The words just wouldn't spill from my mouth, I walked towards him, dumbfounded, he tilted his hanging head to the side like he does when he wants to be scratched.

I reached my hand out and pet it along his warm and smooth coat, Holding myself closely to him, I just enjoyed the moment, not even minding the fact that he just spoke to me, from first hand, I can say that I believe that Chrysaora Basilisks are capable of learning and understanding humans. My own Chrysaora spoke to me with a cocky attitude in which I never taught him.

Later that day, I let him wonder through the house, he never actually grew to as tall as we expected, and is only 14 hands, so hes not much of a hassle in the house.

Gwen came back later that day and threw me the box, "Friends from Lucent" was printed on every side, the name of a custom Lucent items in which people ask for to fit their special pets from this exotic planet. Chrysaora Basilisks obviously fall under that category.

"Huh." Gwen said, "That's weird."

"What?" I ask still looking at the box, making sure the receipt says the right thing before I open the actual package.

"His eye isn't orange."

"Do you see yellow more?"

"No I'm pretty sure his left eye isn't yellow."

"Red."

"I was thinking more on the lines of blue..." I looked up at her like she had two heads.

"No, you're drunk, everyone knows Chrysaora only come in varies of warm colored eyes between red, orange, and yellow."

"Come look."

I leave the now opened package where it is and walk over to him, I examin the color and am surprised to see that the shade is faded to a pale blue unlike the other eye with is the original glorious orange.

"Maybe mutation?" I ask.

"No, I don't think it is, he seems to see fine, though I've never seen something like this, ill have to check to see if anyone has found similar cases." Gwen takes off and I glance at him, the eye wasn't like that yesterday, and I didn't notice it this morning, the color was so soft and strange on a Chrysaora.

I took the halter out of the box and examined the color, a beautiful piece of work it was, orange with beautiful gold embroideries and an extra head piece that bands over the forehead and has holes for the two horns, connecting with chain at the nose piece, it was absolutely stunning. I looked towards him and lifted it for him to smell, he moved back at the cold metal, but otherwise didn't have an issue as I clipped it into place. Beautiful, it was so stunning on him...

Niarju, I remembered my grandmother used to call my brother that, she told me it had meant "Blue Tinted" in her native language, "Indian boy with blue eyes, the word is as rare as your genetic combination." She had once said.

"Niarju," I whispered to him, "That's what I should call you."

the discoloration in his eye is on the one NOT showing, in the next part, I explain exactly what it is, and it really is only part of the story, it doesn't affect the adult eye color, and its not something his foals can receive from him

Niarju: [Knee-ar-jj-oo] Derived front the Indian names Nila("dark blue") and Arjun/a("The whiteness of milk, silver, lightning, and dawn") meaning "Blue tinted"

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From the Caverns

After much researching, Gwen discovered that the discoloration in Niarju's eye has been sighted before, and isn't a mutation, but a sign that the Chrysaora is lacking feedings, in other words, Niarju isn't eating as much of the negative energy as he should be. It isn't harmful to their body if they find another source of food, however it disables their ability to use the stare from that side, it can be changed back if the Chrysaora eats more negative energy at any time, and normally only effects one eye. It's most common among Chrysaoras who have personalities that interfere with eating negative energy, if a Chrysaora enjoys happiness, or is terrified of having a negative attitude that may lead to harm towards someone important to them, they may halt from eating a lot of negative energy. This made sense, as Niarju is an imprinted Chrys, the feeling of being bad or dangerous toward me or Gwen -but more so me- must have frightened him. To make up for what he was losing, Gwen and I would feed him oats as a form of supplement.

Over the days after discovering his problem, Gwen and I continued to bring him to the caves to explore, he enjoyed running around, listening to the sounds of dripping water and other ranges of things echoing down the caves. Niarju would make funny sounds and prance about, mimic other creatures and laugh to himself. It was enjoyable to watch, and it always reminded me of the first day he spoke aloud to me. It certainly wasn't the last time he spoke that's for sure, and he's gotten much better since then. But he never spoke around Gwen, he was smart, knowing she held the clipboard and took notes, he had no interest in her knowing what he was thinking, it was a fun game to him, hiding something from her that would be a major leap into her career.

It wasn't much long after, that Gwen left for her home, she had other studies and research to attend to, leaving with a hug from me and a face full of slobber from Niarju. Thus she left me alone with Nuarju, which diffidently wasn't a bad thing. We had great times together, especially down by the caves, sometimes if we went deep enough, stopped and listened, we could here the hooves of other Chrysaoras beat the ground, we never got a glimpse of one though.

for a week, we were stuck inside because of weather change, it was rain season, and that meant it was pretty cool and there would be quite a bit of tsunamis here and there, Niarju spent most of his time pacing in his stall and talking, most people would think that since his speech was "Bird-like" he'd sound like a bird, it was more like a ventriloquist talking through his nose, one that could sound pretty close to how a regular person talks. This was totally something Gwen would die to know he could do!

"So bored!" He whined.

"Sorry Ni, rain season, we shouldn't be outside right now, you know that." He made a horse snort sound and laid down next to me with his head in my lap like we had done back when he hatched, I stroked his neck and watched his orange eye close dramatically. "We'll be back in the caves before you know it." We both ended up falling asleep in his stall that day, just relaxed while the rain rumbled across the roof, windows, and outer walls.

When I next awoke, the rain had stopped, and Niarju was not in his stall, I dropped my head back against the wall and groaned, he left when he found the chance!

I left out the door and ran towards where he normally feeds on negative energy, he wasn't there, so I ran down the caves and called out to him, "Niarju!" with no reply, I continued to call for him, getting deeper in, with no protective gear in hand.

The sound of hooves bounced around the walls, I followed the source, hiding where I could as I got closer, the sound of hooves became, bird and horse like noises joined the mix as I soon found two Chrysaora's conversing, Niarju being one of them, and a beautiful red eyed one standing just a few inches shorter. He seemed super excited to see yet another Chrys besides himself. I smiled brightly in awe, just watching them, they seemed to get along, but soon the sound of other hooves came and Niarju ran off as more chrysaora came towards the one he was with.

When I got home, -having that I was slower than him- I swung open his stall door and folded my arms, lifting a brow, "Since when has there been other Chrysaora?"

"I knew it..." he said, "stalker!" he made a laughing sound and pranced around the room.

"I'm being serious Niarju."

"Not long, a few days at most."

"Who was the pretty red eyed one?" His ears perked and he seemed to stiffen at the mention of the specific Chrysaora, I smirked and chuckled a little.

"Just one of the mares in their Bloom." His reply was stiff, I shook my head and turned away.

"Introduce me to her next time?" I ask before leaving him to be alone, there was a long pause.

"Maybe..." He said, and I smiled wider -if possible- and walked back into the house.

Maybe...

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finally done! its 5:30 AM, I haven't slept, and so I'm off to bed! probably won't be up till later today XD

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congrats on completing the orphan event! I hope you love your boy!