Username: SpartanAmethyst | Name: Aralash | Gender: Male
Age (can exceed 1,000 years): | Height: 16 hh | Rarity: Rare
Coat Color: Brindle | Eye Color: Yellow-gold | Breeding Notes: Brindle (15%), Bay/Overo (30%).
Prompt:
"Whoa boy, easy..."
The space inside of the shipping container was filled with blinding darkness, broken only by the tiny pinpricks of light that filtered through rusted holes in the ceiling. Water dripping in created a deafening metronome, pooling in the uneven floor panels and causing his hooves to rot. A dull, patchy hide stretched across his skeleton, showing just how malnourished the Qilin was and accentuating the old whip wounds that had long since healed and scarred. His whiskers drooped low from exhaustion, but his eyes still held their fire, and his ears pinned at the approaching form.
"Uh... I think I made him mad again..."
The flash of a red-eyed Kalon filled the Qilin's mind, and he took a step back out of fear. The predator carried a whip and a rope halter, menace shining in his eyes and sharp, toothy grin. He approached, filling the equine with fear and dread; he kept coming, ignoring the equine's warning every step of the way. The Qilin's muscles began to tense, preparing for that all too familiar Fight-or-Flight response, and he trembled with apprehension for each step the Kalon came closer.
"Aralash," a nearby voice suddenly spoke, and the Qilin was wrenched from his memories and brought back into the present. His old life fell away, and he found himself standing in the central exercise arena of NSR headquarters, the soft sand comfortable underneath his healing hooves. The marks on his hide had long since healed, his fur grown back to its full vibrant hues, and his form filled out back into a solid, healthy weight. His ears slowly flipped forward, and the red-eyed Kalon's image quickly shifted into the small, scared form of his owner's son, Shiloh. At the soft sound of a whistle, Aralash perked up, and his eyes met the prismatic gaze of his owner, Sabishii. "It's okay bud, come back to us."
The Qilin suddenly broke into a trot, nearly bowling over poor Shiloh in the process, and in the next minute Sabi found himself with Aralash's head pressed against his chest. (wip)
Age (can exceed 1,000 years): | Height: 16 hh | Rarity: Rare
Coat Color: Brindle | Eye Color: Yellow-gold | Breeding Notes: Brindle (15%), Bay/Overo (30%).
Prompt:
"Whoa boy, easy..."
The space inside of the shipping container was filled with blinding darkness, broken only by the tiny pinpricks of light that filtered through rusted holes in the ceiling. Water dripping in created a deafening metronome, pooling in the uneven floor panels and causing his hooves to rot. A dull, patchy hide stretched across his skeleton, showing just how malnourished the Qilin was and accentuating the old whip wounds that had long since healed and scarred. His whiskers drooped low from exhaustion, but his eyes still held their fire, and his ears pinned at the approaching form.
"Uh... I think I made him mad again..."
The flash of a red-eyed Kalon filled the Qilin's mind, and he took a step back out of fear. The predator carried a whip and a rope halter, menace shining in his eyes and sharp, toothy grin. He approached, filling the equine with fear and dread; he kept coming, ignoring the equine's warning every step of the way. The Qilin's muscles began to tense, preparing for that all too familiar Fight-or-Flight response, and he trembled with apprehension for each step the Kalon came closer.
"Aralash," a nearby voice suddenly spoke, and the Qilin was wrenched from his memories and brought back into the present. His old life fell away, and he found himself standing in the central exercise arena of NSR headquarters, the soft sand comfortable underneath his healing hooves. The marks on his hide had long since healed, his fur grown back to its full vibrant hues, and his form filled out back into a solid, healthy weight. His ears slowly flipped forward, and the red-eyed Kalon's image quickly shifted into the small, scared form of his owner's son, Shiloh. At the soft sound of a whistle, Aralash perked up, and his eyes met the prismatic gaze of his owner, Sabishii. "It's okay bud, come back to us."
The Qilin suddenly broke into a trot, nearly bowling over poor Shiloh in the process, and in the next minute Sabi found himself with Aralash's head pressed against his chest. (wip)
~ So many adoptable creatures! ~ 
