[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.

username;;Lyrebird
link to form;; here
name;; Morrigan
gender;; mare
eye colour;; yellow
horn/hoof material & rarity;; amber // uncommon
phenotype;; chestnut perlino chimera
genotype;; ee/Aa | Ee/Aa/CrCr

[chaton,]

they said "fair haired child,
your kingdom will fall,
you'll be beguiled"

x

they said "there are daggers in your wall,
fair haired child,
they want your kingdom above all"

Morrigan | "great queen" | shadow of wings stained red

o w n e d b y.

Lyrebird

n a m e d.

Morrigan

g e n d e r.

Mare

p e r s o n a l i t y.

Stubborn | Immature | Overly Confident

f e a r.

Betrayal

d r e a m.

A herd of her own; to be a leader or 'queen'

w e a k n e s s.

Constant paranoia, thick-headed stubbornness

s t r e n g t h.

Persuasive, an air that commands respect, smooth-talker

Harsh winters led into rainy springs, the plants growing huge and green and strong with the rich water threatening to drown their roots. With the spring came robins and blue jays and tiny purple wildflowers and the songs of the frogs and, most importantly of all, new life in the form of a spindly-legged foal. Her parents were delighted, thrilled to have such a precious thing brought to their life. They called her princess, little queen, and told her stories of royalty, of grand kings with armies and glorious battles and the crows that came after and of one particular Queen who was said to even turn into a crow! Immediately their lovely foal took to the name, Morrigan, and paraded around with chest out, commanding birds and worms and squirrels, though the creatures merely looked at her as if she'd gone out of her head. She was obsessed with it all, the grandeur and glory, though she rejected the gore, the responsibilities and consequences that came with it. Her parents continued to warn her, "fair haired child, it'll all fall", but she refused to listen to them.

Then, as winter came and tensions rose, she realized she should've listened. She tore the herd apart, her family becoming tired of her bossy attitude. They drove her away, and in doing so, ignited a civil war within the herd, her parents - the leading mare and stallion - against the rest of them, and they were overthrown just as easily as she'd been exiled. They rejected her when she tried to follow them, snapping and shrilling at her until she went the other way. She became a vagabond, a queen without her kingdom, but she didn't blame herself. It was all their fault! They couldn't deal with her, they were weak.

poem and story by me; note: ends on my birthday, really hoping i win, would be a lovely birthday present >w<

[koi97]

Res. ;u; this one I will try for now that I got time!

[eleutheromaniac.]

My name is Daylight's Glory. You can call me Day. I am a stallion- a male. I've spent my years galloping through the tunnels, never staying in one spot with one person, always alone. It hurts like no other pain to leave someone you love. I make great friends at every stop I take. But when I leave, I must remember, "The Sun Will Always Rise Again," and off I go. Sometimes I even manage to escape the tunnels for a while, but it is never long enough. Finally one day I was caught by my current owner, Pete rip <3, and I've decided to live with her and the rest of her chrysaoras for now.

Personality:
Greatest fear:
Greatest dream:
Greatest weakness:
Greatest strength:

[guilttripping]

Twilight Just Another Sign Of The Time

There is a young man on the street, Miss Jones
He's walking round in circles,
He's old before his time
But he too young to know
Don't look at him, don't cry though
This living on the giro
Is Only a Sign Of The Times,
Miss Jones, It's
Just Another sign of the times

|========•=========•=========•=========•
| Owner:fjord rider
| Name: Twilight Just Another
| Sign Of The time 'Eddie'.
| Gender: Stallion.
|=========•=========•========•=========•

|========•=========•=========•=========•
| Greatest fear: Eddie's greatest fear is to
|be noticed by the other horses.
| Greatest weakness: Eddie always gives up really easily.
|he is very weak minded and easy to manipulate.
| Greatest dream: His greatest dream is to find a mate and
|settle down with a family.
|Greatest strength:Eddie is very caring and gentle. He is
| the one you go to if you want to talk.
|=========•=========•========•=========•

=========•=========•=========•=========•
Eddie is very shy and reserved. He is very spooky but it is not his fault. He is quite a nervous boy. Eddie is quiet and delicate. He's not crazy in the field and before you know him you will have to earn his trust. Eddie is very hard-working and will put his heart and soul into doing something. He hates to see his friends upset. All the horses at the barn love him and think he is adorable.
=========•=========•=========•========•=========•

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

they said "fair haired child,
your kingdom will fall,
you'll be beguiled"

x

they said "there are daggers in your wall,
fair haired child,
they want your kingdom above all"

Morrigan | "great queen" | shadow of wings stained red

o w n e d b y.

Lyrebird

n a m e d.

Morrigan

g e n d e r.

Mare

p e r s o n a l i t y.

Stubborn | Immature | Overly Confident

f e a r.

Betrayal

d r e a m.

A herd of her own; to be a leader or 'queen'

w e a k n e s s.

Constant paranoia, thick-headed stubbornness

s t r e n g t h.

Persuasive, an air that commands respect, smooth-talker

Harsh winters led into rainy springs, the plants growing huge and green and strong with the rich water threatening to drown their roots. With the spring came robins and blue jays and tiny purple wildflowers and the songs of the frogs and, most importantly of all, new life in the form of a spindly-legged foal. Her parents were delighted, thrilled to have such a precious thing brought to their life. They called her princess, little queen, and told her stories of royalty, of grand kings with armies and glorious battles and the crows that came after and of one particular Queen who was said to even turn into a crow! Immediately their lovely foal took to the name, Morrigan, and paraded around with chest out, commanding birds and worms and squirrels, though the creatures merely looked at her as if she'd gone out of her head. She was obsessed with it all, the grandeur and glory, though she rejected the gore, the responsibilities and consequences that came with it. Her parents continued to warn her, "fair haired child, it'll all fall", but she refused to listen to them.

Then, as winter came and tensions rose, she realized she should've listened. She tore the herd apart, her family becoming tired of her bossy attitude. They drove her away, and in doing so, ignited a civil war within the herd, her parents - the leading mare and stallion - against the rest of them, and they were overthrown just as easily as she'd been exiled. They rejected her when she tried to follow them, snapping and shrilling at her until she went the other way. She became a vagabond, a queen without her kingdom, but she didn't blame herself. It was all their fault! They couldn't deal with her, they were weak.

poem and story by me; note: ends on my birthday, really hoping i win, would be a lovely birthday present >w<

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