[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

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: dilly.
Name: Milan
Gender: mare
Link to form: |link|
Coat Color: liver chestnut snowflake 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!]

[dilly.]

[okay, so, this is long. According to the word counter, 1200 words long. But you needn't read everything, since the actual encounter is the last... 7 paragraphs? The rest of it is something like a prologue, mostly in the foal's point of view or third person. It starts after the foal is kidnapped. I apologize for confusing time jumps, kinda got carried away. The '•••'s signal a change from locations (the town or outside the cave) or timeskip. Most of the time it's both together. Also, foal details-

Name will be Milan, and gender will be female. ]




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I wasn't the oldest. But I was one of the oldest. I had been hatched a week, perhaps two...? We do not need to keep good track of time, take that as explaination why I don't remember how long I spent there. Even with nothing to do but count the passing days. I think the human took us somewhere far away. The moving box he took us, that is, me and the other foals in was tiny and cramped. The only good thing about it was it was covered, providing enough dark. But it wasn't the same as the caverns of our homes. Miserable, all there was to do in the box was to wait. And perhaps converse with the other hatched foals.

About 15 of us were cramped in there, and none of us knew what was going on. I thought of my parents. My herd. I wondered what was going on back home, whether if I was sent away by my parents for misbehaving. What did the human want with us? Would I ever get home? But these thoughts didn't pass through my head for longer than a second. At that time, it all seemed like a big adventure to me, and I would be home safe and sound at the end of the day.
And anyways, I would probably have left at some time, forced or willingly.

•••

The town in the alcove was the trapper's next stop. A sharp pull on the reins of his mount to stop it. He would camp here tonight, before going in. Soft snorts sounded from the caravan he was storing the Chrysaora foals in. They were getting restless; but no matter. There were maybe ten more he had to sell, and only three more eggs yet to hatch. Rather smart of him to choose already hatched but still young foals for sales. The adult Basilisk could feed itself, and no need to remove it's blinders either. Less chance of a Glare, eh?

The girl had heard of the Chrysaora eggs and the foals that disappeared two months ago, like most everyone in her town. About 17 foals and 20 eggs had been stolen. The Chrysaora Basilisk Welfare Union suspected black market trade. She hoped they could recover the foals. If the trapper ever showed his face around here...
She continued thinking poisonous thoughts of everything that would be done to him, while filling a bucket of Chry feed to be taken to her own Chrysaoras. Though in hindsight, poisonous thoughts would be more filling in their bellies.

•••

It was suffocating. It was all fun and games at first, but.... I had enough. I wanted to leave. Unfortunately, after sitting in the dark for who knows how long, I was pretty weak. At least there was more space now... Besides stopping at night for rest, we had stopped twice. And both times the human had taken a few of the other foals. The caravan- which is what the human referee to it as- had stopped yet again; surely more of us would be taken. There was now nine other besides myself. I tried to move my legs and winced as the unused muscle stretched. Maybe this time, I could find my way out...

•••

The Chrysaora that was the man's mount stopped suddenly. Something... Something in the air. It couldn't see due to the dreadful blinders on it's eyes, but it could smell another Chry. The man atop of it prodded it's sides irritatedly to make it continue.

"You are under arrest. "

The man started, almost falling off and pulling his mount's head painfully with him. It reared. The strangers quickly restrained the now fallen man, and seized the caravan filled with foals.

•••

The news spread quickly. A tip off had set the Chrysaora Basilisk Welfare Union on the trapper's tails, and he had been recently apprehended. The foals he had stolen and sold had been seized, and owners were called upon to claim them. The wild ones were put up for adoption, as there was little to no chance of them finding the parents. The girl daydreamed about getting another foal to care for, as her other Conjoined Chrysaoras were self-sufficient. She went down to the caves she called the 'Unending Caverns' in private, as she had spent much time exploring the cave system yet seemed no closer to getting to the end. But then, they lived in a cave, after all. They all did, unless they wanted to die of radiation and/or burn to death. She wondered how the foal would get along with her other Basilisks, if she got one.

•••

The loud voices were deafening after the solitary voice of the human. It took getting used to. The cover of the caravan was pulled away, allowing in light. I made multiple attempts to get up, savouring the feeling of being able to stand after a long while. Most of the other foals in the caravan were huddling in two or threes, with one more just newly hatched last night. I staggered out with none of my mother's grace, and clumsily sneaked out. The longer I was on my legs the stronger I felt, and after a bit I was only just the slightest bit wobbly. I decided I would make off, and without the slightest idea where I was going I went off. Surprisingly, I don't think any of the humans noticed me. I had thought they might stop me, like the first human. I found a series of cracks in the cave wall and went through one aptly sized. Freedommm~

•••

The girl wasn't expecting to trip over the small body of a Chrysaora foal.

Naturally, I reared. I went through a long tunnel that opened up after the crack, and I had no idea where I was. I'd emerged in this large cave lighted by yellow fungi on the walls. Then this foot came and kicked me in the side.

The girl gaped at the foal that had come out of nowhere. Her mind made correct the assumption that the foal had probably escaped. Keep it, leave it, or return it...? She mulled over the choices. Keep it. It looked so lost and lonely... They were going up for adoption anyways, weren't they? This one was probably wild too. She scooped it up, huffing slightly from the weight. She would rather get some rope, but the foal might run off in the meantime. She'd have to make do.

Let go of me you... Human! I thrashed in the human's grip. Gah! I was just free and now back in the clutches of another one!

•••

The girl stared at the foal hiding in a clump of weeds in her backyard. Probably shy. She pressed the ice pack to her cheek where the foal had accidentally kicked her. A bruise would probably form tomorrow.

I glowered at the human, wishing I had learnt how to Glare before leaving home. No matter, instinct would kick in soon enough. Hooves were good weapons. I had gotten in a good kick. Teach you human to pick me up with those... those weird hands.

The girl decided to try gaining it's trust tomorrow.

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

you've completely a acceptable requirement. this foal is now officially owned by you and will be grown. pm me if you would like this message removed.