[Rix.Helios]

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: NARANDA
Show Name: The Gentle King
Barn Name: Sabu
Gender: Stallion
Age: 9
Height: 16.4hh
Color: Chestnut Tobiano
Genetics: ee/Aa/TT
Eye Color: Golden Yellow & White
Halter and Pearl Color: Gold w/ Black
Rarity:Very Common

[Butter Dragon]

Mark!!! It's late so I will have to fill this out tomorrow ;u;

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Gender: Stallion
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[Rix.Helios]

haha no worries everyone :) I know I'm posting these pretty late,
gonna head to bed after one more though

o-o forgot to include the adopt me sign here sorry about that! XD bed soon defiantly

[HowlingHooves]

Owner: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Mirthara Mien'Harel (DA Elvish, Honored Rebellion.)
Barn Name: Harel
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Height: 17 HH
Halter and Pearl Color: #5F7E3B || #290916
Short Story: Harel's Gift
The receiver of the gift is my mare, Harellan, and my other two stallions are mentioned briefly as well.

I have also noticed that I have too many H names, lol.

[NARANDA]

Owner: NARANDA
Show Name: The Gentle King
Barn Name: Sabu (Arabic "Lion")
Gender: Stallion
Age: 9 Years
Height: 16.4 hh
Halter and Pearl Color: Gold with black pearls
Short Story: (Featuring Rix's Sunlit Warrior)
He saw the mare standing on the other side of the fence, peacefully grazing on the nearly untouched grass of the other side. She did not seem to notice him at first, or so he thought. It took a bit for him to realize her ears were perked and pointed in his direction as she seemed to listen, but did not respond to his presence. He watched as she lifted her head and just barely turned her head towards him. "Is there something I can help you with?" she asked, not looking directly at the stallion. "Uh... no, I was just curious as you who you were." he replied nervously, embarrassed as he spoke. "I am Sunlit Warrior, but you may call be Sunny." she replied, giving him a smile. "That is a nice name, I am The Gentle King, but everyone calls me Sabu." he introduced himself. "Sabu? That is an interesting name, not one I have heard before." she said as she seemed to mull over the new name. "Why won't you look at me?" he asked, letting his curiosity get the better of him. She turned her head a little more, and then sighed. "I am blind." she replied simply. He did not reply right away, unsure of what to make of the information. "Will you be back here tomorrow?" he asked all of a sudden, making her lift a brow questioningly. "It is a good grazing spot. I may be back." Sabu nodded his head "Good, I will see you again tomorrow." he seemed to be on a mission all of a sudden as he turned around and headed further back into the field he called home and rejoining the small herd of the lower field.
He awoke quite early and rushed away from the shelter where the others were still lazing about, slowly getting up and getting moving as the sun started to rise above the horizon. He was on a mission though, scouring the pasture for any flowers he could gather, trying to gather as many as he could carry. Purple and pink ones, blue and yellow, he had a bouquet of colors hanging out of his mouth, but he did not want them for their looks. He grinned to himself as he headed back towards the fence that separated the small herd from the wild, untamed lands beyond. He reached the spot he had met Sunny the day before, but did not see her across the fence. He looked up one way and then down the other, deciding to follow the fence further up. He walked slowly as to not miss seeing the other mare, and soon a somewhat familiar figure popped up in his vision. He smiled and picked up into a trot, making the mare lift her head and perk her ears.
"Sabu? Is that you?" she asked a little nervously, making sure it was the stallion and not some predator or strange horse. "Yes." he replied, though his words were mumbled as he still had the flowers in his mouth. He watched her lift a brow and walk over, stopping just on the other side of the fence. "Do you have something in your mouth?" she asked "Yes, for you." he mumbled around the gift he had gathered for her that morning. "Flowers, for you." he added when he got no response. "Thank you, they must be beautiful, though I wish I could see them." she replied. Sabu balanced the bouquet on top of a fence post and was finally free to speak without mumbling. "You may not be able to see them, but they smell lovely." he told her. He had picked them for their scents. He knew she probably spent a lot of time listening, that was something she could do, but smelling the flowers was another and he hoped that she would like the gift. She seemed surprised, but soon she leaned forward and sniffed the flowers, smiling as she lifted her head again. "Thank you." her smiled made him melt a little, making him glad that he spent the time to gather the gift for a new friend. "I am glad you like them!" he said quite cheerfully. He heard the whistle and looked behind him, then back at the mare. "I have to go, but I do hope you like the flowers, and maybe we can meet again?" he asked, making her chuckle and then nod. He smiled as he turned and trotted away from the fence, heading towards the gate where the herd and his owner would be waiting.

[shywolf227]

Owner: shywolf227
Show Name: Dakota Warrior
Barn Name: Dakota
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Height: 17.5 hh
Halter and Pearl Color: Emerald Green and black
Short Story: wip


I'll write my story when I wake up in the morning

[chemical.]

res <3

Owner: ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ
Show Name: Make This a Ghost Town
Barn Name: Lowcountry
Gender: Stallion
Age: Five years
Height: 16.3 hh
Halter and Pearl Color: Gold + Ruby Red
Short Story:

[Galaxy Thoroughbred]

Owner: Galaxy Thoroughbred
Show Name: Detroyed Beyond The Cliche Repair
Barn Name: Setfast
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 Years Old
Height: 16.3 hh
Halter and Pearl Color: Dark Blue Halter And Red Pearl
Short Story:

Setfast galloped from the stock gates, wounds and burns from the electric shocks and kicking had taken its toll. But he was free, free from the gates, the fencing, the humans ..... wait, I take it back. Ropes slung around my neck, pulling on me like my history to return. I spun around, ears pinned and eyes wide with fury and anger. I had had everything I ever wanted and here was another loathsome, stupid human deciding to take it all away. More horses were pulled up, like cars on roads by police. I recognised the cowboy hats, flannel shirts and chaps. " Stupid gate, flimsy little buggar. Well atleast we got the rascal who started the little bucking rebellion. Back to stock gates for you hotshot," He shouted sneeringly at me as he harshly reined me in on his half Clydesdale half breed. The rider beside him pulled up a mare next to me, a glistening bruised gold dun. I vaguely remembered her, being called after I was tugged away after bucking off the rider in three seconds. " Sunkissed Rays, right ? I asked and her response was a short clipped nod.Get ready to rear onto my rope and snap it, your hooves are unclipped. They're sharp enough," She answered curtly and quietly so the Clydesdale didn't hear. Her hind leg lifted and stamped, obviously my cue. In a blur I reared and landed on her rope, a loud SNAP! as it broke. She turned and bucked her capturer's horse in the chest. It startled and reared, it's great red roan legs waving maniacally. She reared onto my now tight with tension rope and snapped it clean off. I spun on my hooves and galloped, her behind me. We galloped and galloped before collapsing in a shallow stream in shade from gum trees. I laughed and she did too, relief and pain coursing through me in a happy and angry fusion. Free, finally free. Hard to believe that now, water rippling around me, trees overhead and a chuckling mare next to me that I had ever suffered. Ever been in pain, ever been in impatient suffering, giving up on safety.

[NeriHyuga]

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Genetics: ee/Aa/TT

[jesdar16]

Owner: jesdar16
Show Name: Race the Moon
Barn Name: Marshall
Gender: Stallion
Age: 13 years
Height: 16hh
Halter and Pearl Color: Halter that's the same as the eye color with darker eye color pearls
Short Story: The big chestnut tobiano stallion sighed and rolled his eyes. He was stuck out in the paddock with just Shadow again, and there wasn't much he could do. He had already eaten his fill of grain from his stall and the water trough had yet to be filled.
"Cheer up Marshall, we could race?" Shadow whinnied, trotting over. Shadow's shiny black coat reflected the sunlight as he came closer, and his white legs flashed among the ground. Marshall looked over at his own coat, with minimal chestnut patches dominated by a large expanse of white, like Shadow's face.
"Okay!" He neighed, a little more enlightened now. He pawed at the ground, leaving a hole.
"Ready.." Shadow snorted.
"Set.."
"Go!"
Both stallions took off, their hooves pounding the ground and leaving hoofprints in the soft soil. Marshall's mane and tail were tossed back and forth by the wind as he pulled ahead of Shadow. Then the other stallion pulled ahead as well, his silvery grey tail slapping Marshall in the face as he galloped away. Snorting, Marshall raced after him, pushing harder.
Suddenly, something caught his eye. Marshall pulled up, causing a spray of dirt to fly up in the air as his hooves skidded.
"What's that?" He said to himself, squinting at it. It was shiny, reflecting the sun's rays. It was small, about the size of the frog in his hoof. He trotted over and picked it up in his teeth and resting it on the grass, away from the mud. He realized it was a small, shiny stone, perfectly round and smooth.
"I could give this to Shadow!" He nickered to himself excitedly.
"Shadow! I have something for you!" He whinnied, galloping over to the silver black sabino stallion with the stone carefully inserted in his mouth. When he reached the stallion he gently rested it on the grass. Shadow gazed at it, surprised for a moment, but then nuzzled his friend.
"Thank you Marshall, this is so kind of you!"