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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: Ciel Phantomhive.
Name: Ferin
Gender: mare
Link to form: |link|
Coat Color: buckskin tobiano

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!]

[koi97]

Thank you so much!! <3 I can't wait to start!!

Name: Ferin
Gender: Female.

[allinian]

ahh they look super cute c;
congrats koi :3

[koi97]

Thank you bright ;u;

First Encounter

I knew what had happened. It was such a dreadful thing. Foals being ripped from their mothers. I stand by one of the many stables. My small heard of Chyrsaora Basilisks all in their rightful stables. I stand before Shiro, my pure white stallion. I stroke his dusty black muzzle. Shiro stares at me. His orange eyes blazing with emotions. I look up as my stable hand rushes up, waving a phone around. I turn away from my lethal white stallion and hold my hand out for the phone. I focus in on the email that was pulled up. I quickly scan the message. My eyes widen. So the taken foals were found and rescued. Joy filled me. I read more. I gasped slightly. They wanted me to take in a foal. Yes, I was rather good with my horses, but having the honor of taking in a foal that would need special attention and needs was just amazing. My horses neighed. My oldest horse, Lust, watched me, same with the rest of the herd. I smiled weakly as I laugh softly. I pocket my phone. I walk past the stables, giving each horse a gently pat on the nose. I speak their names as I pass them. I love them all. All of my beautiful horses. Soon, another member will join the family.

I breathed in. The scent of hay, wheat, and medical supplies fills my nose. I can see a few trainers as I walk up. A young women walks up and smiles softly at me. "Hello, I am here to take one of the rescues home," I inform. She nods and turns to leave. I follow the young blonde towards a stable at the end. I see a young buckskin tobiano. The filly has a beautiful blue and navy blue mane and tail. She peers at me shyly, eyes glittering in the light as she nickers softly. I carefully open the door, and slowly walk forward. The nurse beside me only shifts, watching me curiously as I kneel down away from the shy filly. When I stepped in, she had skirted backwards, head bobbing up and down as she looks at me. I carefully lift my left hand up, palm facing up and fingers loose. She watches me as I hold still. I give the young filly a soft and caring smile. Slowly, she steps forward, small, leaf like years perked up as she looks at me, waiting. I don't move but the faint rise and fall of my chest as i wait. Here will decide everything. Suddenly, a velvet soft muzzle was pressed against my palm as the filly steps forward. I reach up with my other hand to touch her neck. She watches me with kind eyes. I smile as the nurse giggles softly and gently claps her hands together.

"Just beautiful!" She whispers, looking close to tears.

"Then I shall take this filly," I reply. I look at her and smile as I stay kneeling on the ground, petting the young filly. She is frail and dainty, something a filly should not be. I watch her as she moves to nibble on my hair. I laugh softly and pat her shoulder.

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Gaining Trust

I watch my young foal dart around the training pen I had lead her to. I have had her for only a few days now, and already, she put on some weight and gained a bit of energy and strength. I even named her Ferin, after my older mentor who passed away three years ago. I inhale as Ferin darts up to me, neighing softly. I hold out my hand. She studies it before barely brushing her muzzle against my finger tips and then darting off. I just chuckle at her. Gaining her trust right now has not been the easiest. Yet I am willing to wait. I watch the young filly as she prances around, her long legs gliding over the smooth sand. She skids to a stop, kicking up stand. A neigh had caught her attention. I love over to the larger pen we are near by, where my other Chysaora Basilisks are at. Ferin exhales, snorting almost as she watches my tamed horses. Lust looks over before glancing away, flicking his beautiful red tail. I click my tongue, gaining Ferin's attention yet again. She trots, a shy look in her soft red eyes. I hold my hand out again. Ferin neighs softly and bobs her head, her nose touching my fingers for only a second before her head lifts. She does this for a minute before finally resting her nose on my palm. She moves closer, muzzling tickling my neck as she goes for my hair. I chuckle and gently brush down her neck. She neighs and pulls away to look down at me. I smile at the filly. She touches her muzzle to my head and doesn't move away as I pet the side of her neck. I smile, happy to have taken in such a beautiful filly.

[koi97]

First Feeding

I look down at the bucket in my hands. Some mashed up wheat and other food for Ferin. At least for the moment. I know with their main diet is of evil, yet at the moment, none of that here. So I just settled for normal food for her at the moment. It's time she gets used to real food now that her teeth are coming in and she is getting a lot bigger. I have owned Ferin for almost six months now, and already, she is growing so fast. She is a very beautiful filly. I head to the stable, where all of my Basilisks are at. I head past my horses. I feel a gentle touch at my mind. I look over, seeing Death, my most mysterious basilisk. They nod their head before I move on, passing Shiro and to the stall next to him where Ferin is staying at. She peeks over the door, watching me as I open up her door. Her gaze drops down to the bucket in my hands, where the mashed up wheat and other gains sloosh around. It reminds me of oatmeal. I almost giggle at the thought. Ferin sniffs at the, studying the bucket with a curious gaze. I reach out and pet her. Our bond as gotten a lot stronger. I share a very strong bond with all my Basilisks. Each one of them hold a special place in my heart and Ferin isn't any different. I set the bucket down and run my right hand up and down her muzzle. I brush her cheek and start petting her neck to help her calm down a bit. She moves to nibble at my hair, her favorite thing to do aside from chase me around for treats. I kiss her cheek, making her neigh. I pull away slowly and bend down to grab the bucket. I scoop some up onto my fingers and hold it out for Ferin to try. She sniffs at my hand, studying the grayish-brown mash that is on my hand. I hold back a shudder. The slimy texture is not what I am used to. Slowly, Ferin starts to lick my hand before pulling in a enough mash to slowly chew and swallow. She cleans up the rest of my hand quickly after that. I giggle, trying to pull my hand away from the now eager filly. She then looks at the bucket, as if remembering it has that mash in it. Her eyes light up with an almost childish glee and she darts her head down, thrusting her muzzle into the bucket to get some of the mash. I hold the bucket up, laughing heartily at the filly as she eats. She just wickers and flicks an ear at me, but other than then that, she ignores me because of the food she is now eating.

[koi97]

Adopted Father

I was amazed. I never expected it to happen. Shiro was such a prideful and temperamental one. Yet here he is, standing beside Ferin and it seems like he is scolding her. Every since I brought her in, Shiro was always trying to get close to me and the foal. I smile happily as I watch the lethal white stallion nudge Ferin. I lean on the fence to the paddock all of them are in. I smile softly at the pair. It does seem like Shiro adopted her. He is always watching Ferin when every single Basilisk is out there. Making sure she stays out of trouble. Yet I do feel sorry for Shiro. Never able to have a foal of his own because of his lethal white genes. Yet I am sure, he is doing an amazing job at helping me raise Ferin. I chuckle as Ferin tugs at Shiro's maroon and lime green mane, as if to get his full attention back on her. He looks at her, looking a bit annoyed. I laugh softly at the two. Shiro nudges Ferin, who prances away playfully. She prances around Shiro, tugging at his hair once in a while. After about five minutes of it, Shiro gives up and starts trotting after the filly. Ferin lets out a gleeful neigh and darts off as fast as her skinny long legs can take her. Shiro only canters after the filly, catching up, but not fast enough to really catch her. Maybe Ferin won't be without a parent figure. She does have Shiro, who doesn't seem to mind his role as her now adopted father. I grin at the thought. Wondering what mischief these two will cause to the rest of my herd. I laugh and walk away, letting the two play.

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congrats on completing this event! take good care of your orphan bab!