What are Khimaira Friesians?
Khimaira Friesians are a "normal" friesian breed with all characteristics of a friesian and a average height from 15 to 17 hands, but even 18 hands can occur. The first born Khimaira was mistaked for a chimera horse. But a genetic test showed otherwise, there wasn't a second DNA but a complete new and unknown gen. Because this gen makes the friesian look like a chimera it was named khimaira. khimaira doesn't produce a complete new dna coat and therefor it can only lighten or darken the base coat of the horse. Till now only the paint khimaira is known that makes the khimaira coloration looks like tobiano, overo, sabino or splash. But we believe that there will be more khimaira variations out there and we still try to breed them. Appaloosas are not known till now, but we have some great friesian mixed horses with appaloosa patterns, so we are sure to deliver them to you in a short amount of time.
Mother: Foundation
Father: Foundation
Owner: DauntlessDivergentC
Show Name: A Christmas Dance
Barn Name: Holly
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 years
Height: 16 hh
Color: Bay Roan overo w. khimaira tobiano
Genetics: Ee/Aa/RR/Oo/Ktkt
Breeding info:
- will always pass on Roan gen (Rkit)
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BL 2.17:2/4
To get her you need to show me a picture with a wolf and a moon and write me a short story about why she got dressed like that
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Show Name: A Christmas Dance
Barn Name: Holly
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 years┌───────────────────────────┐Color 1: keep
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Color 2: keep
Color 3: keep
Picture:
I was the Wolf and she, my Moon┌──────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┐
Story:
The Holly Jolly Ball
Holly awoke to a crisp morning in mid-autumn. The leaves had turned to various colors and some had even begun to fall. The roan filly rose to her hooves and gently stretched out her legs in preparation for the day. The pretty girl usually took a small walk from her resting place to the drinking pond.
Holly trotted slowly and friskily on the forest trail. Tonight was to be the annual Holly Jolly Ball. The ball was held in mid-autumn to signify the beginning of the coming winter and the near end of the year. This night was the first ball Holly was ever eligible to attend.
The filly trotted excitedly around the forest. Perhaps she would meet her future mate tonight. Holly smiled and brayed into the wind. She would need the help of her little forest friends to be ready for the ball! Answering her bray, two little mice and three blue birds came to her.
"Tonight's the Holly Jolly Ball!" the filly exclaimed.
"You'll need to be dressed first before you can go." one of the mice squeaked.
"We can help! We can help!" chirped the birds.
"We better get started then," Holly replied, "I would hate to be late!"
The birds flew off into the trees. They searched for their silk worm friends to help them sew a pretty dress and for some mistletoe to adorn the filly's mane and tail. The birds had split into two groups: one bird would go find the silk worms and the other two would get mistletoe.
The mice took off in search of beads and dye. They would help sew and color the silk to make a pretty dress for Holly. First the mice went home to get their brothers and sisters. Then they all split into groups for sewing and finding dyes.
The birds, worms, and mice came back together after an hour of getting their supplies and began the process of making Holly's dress. The worms made the silk. The mice dyed and sewed the silk into cloth. The birds decorated the dress and Holly in mistletoe. Within another two hours the dress was finished. The now dressed up filly spun in a quick circle and watched her dress dazzle in the evening light. The filly practically squealed and marvled at its beauty.
The cloth on her forelegs was green with white edges. Her mane and tail were adorned and decorated with mistletoes. Her back was covered with a dark glittering blanket with a green saddle edged in white to match her foreleg bands. The nose and ear band on her halter were also green and white edged. She was dressed and ready for a ball.
"Oh!" Holly exclaimed, "It's perfect! Thank you ever so much!"
Now without a moment to loose, the filly was on her way to the meadow that was located in the center of the forest. The exquisite filly elegantly trotted into the forest and froze in bewilderment. The forest floor was decorated in bright shiny rocks that glowed in moonlight. The trees had flowers and the moonlight pebbles strung from their limbs. Near the center of the meadow stood a small band of horses. One of the horses was singing beautiful melodies while the rest banged and blew into various instruments. All the horses in the meadow were dressed in silk dresses, bows, and ties of various colors.
It was then that while Holly was in a daze that her best friend Valkyrie joined her on the outer rim of the meadow. She was dressed with a beautiful blue bow around her withers. The other filly was beautiful and her coat shimmered in the light.
"Hey, Holly!" the seal bay filly whinnied. "I'm glad you could make it."
The two fillies talked and gossiped about the happenings in the forest and of their friends. Valkyrie had a mate and was excited about having little fillies of her own soon. The two pretty girls continued to talk for a bit longer before Valkyrie was dragged off to the dance floor by her mate. Once again, Holly was alone.
Little did Holly know that there was a mysterious, handsome stallion in a dark corner watching her. He had dark blue eyes and a dark chocolate coat. His coat was longer and very silky. He wore nothing more than a red cape and a white tie. When Valkyrie left her friend this stallion approached the pretty girl.
Holly could not believe her own eyes. The most beautiful stallion she had ever seen had approached her. The stallion was huge and very muscular. The filly felt as though she might faint.
"Would you mind joining me on the dance floor?" the stallion's voice was deep and velvety. His eyes watching and holding her own pair of eyes. He seemed to ignore the other fillies who swooned at his feet. He wanted her and her alone.
Holly was speechless. She didn't know what to say. This perfect being wanted to dance with her and persisted on ignoring the other horses. The filly simply nodded her head as she was too flabbergasted to speak. The two horses made their way to the floor.
Holly followed the stallion's fluent movements. The filly was relieved that her dressage training was being put to use and was helping her keep up with the stallion. They twirled, side-stepped, and pranced. The two friesians danced and danced until it felt as though their hooves would fall off.
The sparkling lady learned that the stallion's name was Wolf and that he was a prince of a distant forest. His favorite treat was peaches and he loved to swim. He enjoyed teasing her and often made jokes about her "dancer's grace". Wolf told the filly that the trees in his forest grow tall enough to touch the sky and that the waterfalls rain from the skies.
In the middle of the stallion's stories the distant bell tolled. It was midnight and the full moon was high in the sky. Wolf seemed to panic and jumped to his hooves.
"I'm sorry to cut this conversation short, but I must be off."
"Wait, why?" Holly asked.
Wolf didn't answer her question and proceeded to gallope off into the trees. The lonely filly gasped and galloped after him. She couldn't let him go without knowing why he had to leave so abruptly. He was acting so strange and she wanted to know why.
The closer Holly got to Wolf, the faster he galloped and...the stranger things got. He seemed to get taller and taller. Soon his tie had been torn off and his cape was torn in some areas. The massive, grizzly creature came to a halt and turned to see the frightened filly. His brown eyes softened and looked away. Wolf had somehow become a beast.
"I had hoped you wouldn't see me like this," the stallion said sadly.
"How did this happen?" Holly moved closer to him, unafraid and curious.
"A witch cast a spell on me to teach me how to love and be loved back. She gave me this night to be a horse and to find my true love. At the stroke of midnight I would go back to being a beast. Until I have learned to love and be loved in return, I will stay a beast." Wolf looked up at the filly's beautiful, strong eyes and sighed.
"Do you think you found your true love?" the filly took a step toward the stallion.
"Holly," he sighed, "you are my true love. I love you like the wolf loved the moon." Holly's eyes welled with tears. Was it true? "If I am your Wolf, will you be my moon?"
The filly took in a deep breath and allowed his question to register in her mind. This beast of a horse had fallen in love with her. He was asking her if she would love him. If she would stay with him. He was asking for her to never leave him and to always be there for him.
"I will be your Moon."
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