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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: glispa
Name: Stuck in the Depths of the Void "Voi"
Gender: Stallion
Link to form: here
Coat Color: Black Sabino

For this Chysaora I'd like you to tell me about the first time he/she saw snow. Feel free to pretty up your forms and be creative! Add a extra as well, and you're all set.

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Ends: 17 December 2014

[eleutheromaniac.]

Owner: Pete rip <3
Name: Legend
Gender: Mare

Snowflakes are one of natures most fragile things,
yet look what they can do when they stick together.

Story:
A warm feeling spreads through my heart as I run out from the shelter of my tree. The sun wasn't as baking hot as I thought it would be... During the winter it is always excruciatingly hot... But its not. Instead a light gentle breeze plays with my glittering mane. I begin to walk to my usual winter spot, a wide open field, filled with the most brilliant colored flowers. The sun twinkles but does not bear down upon me like the usual. I wrinkle my nose. Then a thing goes through me. I start to shake. I'm... cold. What is this? Am I actually shivering? It feels funny yet terrible, and I can't make sense of it. I roll in the grass, trying to shake the cold off of me, but it won't go away!

"Stop it!" I nicker nervously.

When I stand up, I remain shivering, and my teeth start to click.

"STOP!" I say to my teeth, quite frightened. Am I possessed?

A perfect, small, dainty white droplet falls delicately from the sky and onto my nose. I, as a horse, let out an awkward sneeze like sound, and it falls to the floor. It is so precious, so beautiful, so mysterious. I step on it.

Then more come. They come and come, falling from the sky.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to hurt your friend!" I squeeze my eyes shut when a ton land on my face. What will they do to me?

They don't do anything. Water slowly begins to run down my nose as they melt away. I can't help but to laugh. I snort and laugh, pouncing on the little white droplets. I crush them beneath my feet and shake them from my tail. I run around the field as they collect, turning the grass white.

"No! Don't poison my grass!" I call and try to dig at the white with my hooves. It gives away like soft dirt, and there is my precious food. "Its a blanket!"

I don't even notice how much I shiver as I play. I roll in the white, dig it, roll it into balls. It flys everywhere when I run and I laugh all the way. I never want this fun to end!

I am about to start a conversation with my new friends, when I come to a hill. "Sooo." I say. When the white doesn't respond I try again. "S-" I am cut of when I trip, fall, and roll down the hill. "no, no, no! OW!" I say when I hit the bottom. "Hm. S-no-ow. Snow! Yes, thats what I'll call you! Snow!"

It keeps getting colder, but it doesn't bother me much. I never really liked the heat. All of my friends are all warm cozy colors, and so I knew there was something more to my coloring. As the night falls I walk alone to my favorite waterfall. I go here every winter. This winter its different. Its glowing, crazy glowing. The rock wall that used to be behind it is completely disappeared. The water from the fall is completley coming from no where. Its just... There. It seems to be drawing me in, calling my name. I hesitate to take a step in, but I do anyways. Its freezing, but I keep walking. I can't control it, I just want to walk in. Then my tail begins to shake. What once was purple on my mane and tail became and icy blue, almost as glowing as the water. It was amazing. It wasn't painful, so of coarse, I was happy. I jumped in the glowing water, sending it everywhere just as I had with Snow. I massage my back under the waterfall and dive into the depths of the water.

It gets later, and I lay on the bank. I struggle to stay awake, but my heavy lids can't stay open anymore. When I open my eyes, Snow is gone, the water is normal, and the sun beats on my back. There was not even a trace of Snow anywhere. But I notice three red berries and two leaves. Holly. It was a goodby gift. I scurry to look at my tail, but it hasn't changed. It still glowed with the beautiful colors of the new winter.

Personality:
Legend is a bit oblivious to what snow is. She is still funny and goofy and loves to enjoy herself. Legend is much different from other basilisks, and is one of the friendlier ones. As A child she was left behind by her family because of how different she was from the rest. She doesn't use her paralyzing power much, and just tries to make friends. She can always make you smile when your down and loves to help out. Legend is super playful and will play almost any game. If you want to hang with this goofy girl, your in for a treat!

Love Life:

Nuh-uh! Legend is independent when it comes to stallions as mates. Besides, she is more of a friendly character than a romance kind of gal. It would just make everything awkward. But thats just temporary. She needs to commit to herself before she can try to commit with another Chrysaora Basilisk.

Song:

"What's This?" From "The Nightmare Before Christmas"

OH! Gorgeous! Big wip!

[Spiritstar3]

Owner: Spiritstar3
Name: Radar
Gender: Male
Story: The young stallion was roaming the snowy woods, but at the moment they were not so snowy. As he was headed back for the entrance that led from the meadow to the woods, and vice versa, it began to 'rain small white flakes' as he would describe it the first time he told the story. These flakes of white were quite snow, and being surprised by them as he was, he reared up with a squeal and began to run. By the time he had gotten back out into the meadow, a thin, fine layer had coated everything. For a time, he stood stock still and quivering. Then, realizing it was not going to hurt him, Radar began to gallop and roll in the stuff before lying down with a flick of the tail and watching a young doe and her fawn traipse through to the forest.
Extra: Can it be art?}

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

Extra: Can it be art?}

The extra can be anything you'd like.

[Spiritstar3]

XD Okay!
Does it have to be colored?}

[ilhdc7]

Some breautiful forms. congrats to those who win. Dropping out.

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

XD Okay!
Does it have to be colored?}

anything you'd like

[Spiritstar3]

XD Kay! Ill get on it

[Glispa]

What you see is not necessary the only thing there is is.
The coldness of ones eyes that is spotted can hide the flame inside.
A warmth only seen by those who don't see with their eyes only.

There's so much more than there's to see

Owner: Glispa
Name: Stuck in the depths of the void
Nickname: Voi
Gender: Stallion

[A stallion as black as the void itself was stood tall amongst the lower ranked of his herd, his mane shimmering in the colours of a late sunset and his hooves neatly placed alongside one another. He was known under the name of Stuck in the depths of the void, cause of the sole reason he was like a black hole threatening to pull in anyone who attempted to get to close to him, dragging them into the darkness and pain his soul held. He was a stallion known for his temper but yet charming ways, walking his way amongst the herd in silence as long as no one attempted to bother him. But barely no one dared to stand up against him so thus he was mostly left without the glances and voices of those around him being directed anywhere in his direction. He had fought his way into the herd, spilling crimson from those who opposed him. Which in turn had gotten him a place amongst the others, a place amongst the lower ranked, but a place nonetheless.

The signal was given and the herd moved on with their hooves silently clip-clopping against the solid stone ground beneath them, sening silent echoes in all directions. The deep crimson coloured eyes of the stallion stayed steady focused on the path before him whilst his ears kept flickering around to make up for the loss in eyesight. Voi trudged on along side the herd until he moment his sight was drowned in pure light, shocking him to the point of stopping. The nervous snorting of some of the equines around him could be heard echoing into the newly opened clearing before them. But it was not only the bright light shining through the collapsed roof of the cave that filled their vision with the brightness they where now experiencing. The ground and everything around them in the clearing was cowered in a layer of a soft white type of dust.

Some of the younger individuals of the herd took the steps needed to place their hooves or push their muzzles down into the soft whiteness covering the ground. Just to quickly pull back in fear when one of them blew air down into it, making white flakes fly in all directions. The leader of the herd was quick to interfere and called out for the herd to continue on. One after another they moved on, but Voi remained frozen in place. Once most of the herd had continued on into the next tunnel he stepped forward towards the white field before him. When all four of his hooves where deep down into the soft yet cold substance he stopped, to then tilt his head slightly forward in an attempt to make out something else than just whiteness. But when that failed he leaned down and gently pushed his muzzle down into the cold.

With every breath Voi let out sent the white flakes closest to him fluttering of a few inches to then lie down to rest on the ground once again. He slowly lifted his head to then stand staring down into the void of white just barely catching on to the sounds around him. Then it was like everything snapped and his legs collapsed from underneath him and he fell down into the cold, just to then throw himself down in his side and start rubbing his head around in the white dust. The movement of his body threw white flakes in all directions and all over himself.
he braced himself and then threw his legs up into the air, using the momentum they had gained to roll over to the other side. Loud snorts could be heard from him as he rolled around in the white dust like some foal.

After having gotten practically soaked in the white dust he quickly pulled his legs down underneath him and pushed himself up on all four again. He kicked out with one of his legs down into the whiteness to send another storm of flakes flying and he was just about to continue playing around when he spotted a blunt shape of colour to the side of his vision. He quickly gathered himself to then calmly walk off into the direction the rest of the herd had gone, silently ignoring the stares that was given from the remaining members of the herd in the clearing. He didn't even bother to shake off the patches of white flakes clinging to his mane as he walked on following the blunt post of colour that was the herd he belonged in. The previous coldness in his eyes completely gone.

Mostly done here, might still edit some stuff later

[crashkeys]

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Owner: ~Ibuki Mioda~
Name: Nebula
Gender: Female
Story: She snorted, one hoof curled at her breast as she tried to get away from this cold, wet white stuff falling out of the sky. She whipped her head around, galloping back towards the barn. Alas the barn door was closed....this means Nebula was stuck. in this frigid weather.
Extra: Her song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2X_2IdybTV0

Drawing:

(I Simply love his/her design,I think im in love~ <3 *^* thank you sooo much for giving us a chance to have her/him~!)

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