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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: Chibi~Predator
Name: Wake Of Devastation \\ Iridescent
Gender: mare
Link to form: |link|
Coat Color: silver sooty blue roan minimal 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!]

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AHH YEEE GIVE ME A LITTLE BIT

She's lovely thank you I need to figure out a name.

Name: Wake Of Devastation//Iridescent
Gender: mare

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I jog down the stairs of the farmhouse at Blue Cliff. My phone buzzes. I check the notifications and see that it's a text from the rescue organization I contacted a few weeks back. Apparently they have a few Chry foals up for adoption. I run out to the car to begin the long drive to the rescue organization, a trailer in tow.

I arrive and hop from my truck at about midnight, luckily there are still several people working and I go and talk with one of them. They explain the situation, but I'm hardly listening. There's a little blue filly curled in the stall beyond the talker's shoulder, and I feel instantly attracted to her. I tap the employee politely and point to her, "I want to adopt her.". The woman glances at it and then gives me a surprised look, "That filly's tiny, malnourished, and sick. You sure you want her?" I nod firmly, "I've handled sick animals before." was my reply. I wander over to the filly and wince. She's tiny, small enough for me to hold in my arms, and she's obviously underweight. I pick her up and she squirms weakly in protest until I soothe her with a nicker. I let her smell my breath until she relaxes down, too tired to care anymore. I set her temporarily in the trailer while I fill out the paperwork required to adopt her. After I've finished, I layer blankets in the backseat of the truck and cuddle her into them alongside a bottle of Chry formula. We drive home.

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I watch the filly in her stall. She's gained some weight and is looking healthier, but is incredibly skittish and shy around people. I've been spending a lot of time with her to help remedy this, standing in the stall with her, generally acting like a Chry mare. I've named her 'Wake of Devastation" AKA 'Iridescent' after a song that was on my playlist that we listened to together on the way home. She pricked her ears up and lifted her little head when it came on. She's learning to love me, nuzzling up to my abdomen when I bend down as if she expects to be able to nurse, sweet little thing. She notices me and wobbles up to her hooves with a little birdlike chirp. She does that every time she sees me at this point.

I take her halter from the hook outside her stall and slip it on. She's got a problem with both halters and lead ropes. I lead her around by using a finger hooked into the halter for a bit before I click the lead on and try to lead her that way. She plants her hoofs and shrieks like a bird. God, that hurt my ears. I try a different approach, I bring the lead around her little rump and lead her that way. The gentle pressure around her rump and my calm insistence and mare-like nudges gets her to trust my judgement. We repeat this process until she's able to trot along on the lead rope like she owns the place.

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Iridescent is quickly getting better. She's been weaned recently and I'm taking on the duty to introduce her to regular food. I enter her stall and she greets me happily. She's developed a calm, distant personality towards all by me. I adore her. I pull out a small scoop of the recommended food and feed her it in small amounts by hand. She seems wary of it at first, but the begins to nibble at it. I watch her eat it, measuring the portions out carefully while her small muzzle eats eagerly from my hands. I shrug warmly, "Atta girl."

The filly steps back, I muse as she lays down with her head in my lap. She's so much bigger now and I absolutely love her to death. We... Er... did that thing called Conjoining a few hours ago. I'm proud that she decided to do it with me, that she trusts me that much. I stroke her nose and rub her horns, which she enjoys deeply.

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I lead Iridescent from her stall. She's almost fully grown now and has turned into a powerful mare. I bring her outside to a round pen and turn on the hose, she looks at me, ears perked. I show her the hose and turn on the water. She sticks her nose into the spray and snorts. I spritz her with the water and she rears a little, more from excitement than surprise or anger. I grin and shake my head, chasing her playfully with the spray until she stands still to let me soap her down. I work the shampoo into her silken mane, tail, and coat. So beautiful. She's a silver sooty blue roan with minimal tobiano. Iridescent is absolutely adoring her bath, nuzzling and lipping my hair every few seconds while I massage the shampoo in. I go back for the hose and she makes an excited noise, jumping a bit in her happiness. I rinse her off and she contently lays her large head on my shoulder. I lead her around in the hot sun while she dries after she's done being rinsed.

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Congratz! Your foal has grown <3
I loved your stories, good job (:

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Perfection in a mare~