[Nikki6Ashba]

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:NARANDA
Show Name:Walking With Angels
Barn Name:Angelicus (Latin - "Angelic")
Gender:Stallion
Age:7
Height:19hh
Color:Flaxen panagre liver chestnut khim reverse overo with manchado, khim manchado, brindle, and 2000 theme birdcatcher spots
Genetics:ee/AA/Papa/ff/Koko +manchado +khim manchado +brindl + and 2000 theme birdcatcher spots

Breeding Info:-will always pass A
-spots pass with 30% and have 80% chance to be 2000 themed
-Manchado and brindle pass with 20%
-Khim manchado passes with 10%
-If overo passes it has 50% chance to be reverse

His theme is Angel Number 2000-a message of love and support from the angels and they encourage you to maintain the balance, grace and energy that enables you to live your life with love, diplomacy and compassion towards yourself and others.

To get Him I want you to pimp up your form and show/tell me about his favorite pastime/activity. You may do art OR a story. You may commission a story/art, but you can not do color ins. Feel free to do as much art, or write as long of a story as you want ^^ I will judge this a little on how nice your form looks, but it will mainly be based on your story/art.

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    [b]Owner:[/b]
    [b]Show Name:[/b]
    [b]Barn Name:[/b]
    [b]Gender:[/b]Stallion
    [b]Age:[/b]
    [b]ribbon/sash color:[/b]
    [b]Beads color:[/b]
[b]Favorite past time:[/b](max 100 words)
    [b]Art/story of his favorite past time:[/b]

End Date:After enough finished forms
Editing or Pimping the form is allowed and encouraged

[NeriHyuga]

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woah he looks absolutly amazing *-*
another angel we have here~
angels are taking over the khims!

- 80% chance to be 2000 themes
- 50% to be reverse

[iStarz & Everly]

marks all over this guy.

[NARANDA]

Owner: NARANDA | Show Name: Walking With Angels | Barn Name: Angelicus (Latin - "Angelic")
Gender: Stallion | Age: 7 Years
Ribbon/sash color: As is | Beads color: As is

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Favorite past time: Angelicus' favorite past time is watching over and teaching
the children of the herd good manners and how to be nice. Though this also
includes sitting on the naughty children who will not behave during his lessons.
Of course he does not harm them when he does so, he is very careful to make
sure of this, he pins them to the ground until they stop back-talking, interrupting
while he is teaching, or just generally stop struggling. He proceeds then to
teach his class from wherever he is sitting, ignoring the whines of the struggling
student below him.
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Art/story of his favorite past time:
Angelicus sat before the group and smiled at the little foals that had gathered.
He was asked to speak to them after a little incident with one foal getting
rough while playing and then proceeding to yell at all the other cubs quite
rudely and for all the herd to hear. Actually, even the herds in the next two
field heard the foals and were complaining about the yelling. "Now little
ones, it is very important to be nice to one another, and to respect each
other." he began, scanning the group. "They started it!" the little rough-
houser piped up, glaring at the others. "Now now, it is my turn to speak."
Angelicus gave him a stern and serious look. "Not everyone here plays or
likes to play rough and you have to respect that." a couple of the other
foals nodded in agreement. "Don't agree with him you losers! We play the
way we want to play!" Angelicus lifted a brow at him. "But how many
times did the others tell you that what you were doing was against the
rules set at the beginning?" he asked, waiting for a reply. "Rules are for
wimps!" he spat out. "They are to protect everyone playing and allows
it to be fun for everyone, not just you." Angelicus replied. "Now,
playing nice is very valuable as it helps build team spirit and builds a
greater herd connection." he smiled at them, getting the agreement of
most. "Who needs the herd?! I am a loner and better off without any
of you wimps!" Angelicus finally snapped. He stood up and walked over
to the little colt and looked at him, then turned to stand next to him,
making the young foal lift a brow. Angelicus then swung his hip and
knocked the foal over, proceeding to sit on him, holding himself up
just enough to not squish the foal, but making sure he could not wiggle
his way free. "Get off me!" he yelled at Angelicus. "Bad foals are
punished in order to teach them to be nice. Bad behavior is not
condoned by letting them get away with it or praising them. Good
behavior and kindness is rewarded and praised, so always be on your
best behavior." He smiled at the rest of his students as he spoke and
finished up his little lesson while the little colt proceeded to yell and
whine. "You are all dismissed except for this little child who sadly
missed most of my lesson. Thank you all for listening and remember to
play nice!" he watched the others walk away and then he looked down
at the little colt who was yelling at him and calling him names. "Now, do
you really think I am going to let you go and play with that attitude? You
are not being very nice to anyone." Angelicus shook his head in
disappointment. "I guess my lesson is not quite over yet, let's talk about
talking nicely to others first, shall we?" the colt moaned and the lesson
went on as the other foals played and enjoyed their time without the
little roughhouser breaking the rules.
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[|Angel|]

Owner: |Angel|
Show Name: Hymn of The Fallen
Barn Name: Samael
Gender:Stallion
Age: 5 Years
ribbon/sash color: Keep
Beads color: Keep
Favorite past time: Samael love to Jump and Run, So he always ready at an opportunity to run in Cross Country. Because of this he is the Top pick for Cross Country Shows when the opportunities arrives. When he's not competing he's running around in the field and Jumping Fences, More often than not the Fence of the Pasture so he can run off into the open fields beyond them. Why does he Do this? Well, Samael loves the wind in his Mane and Wings, he feels free when he is running and his wings give him a helpful advantage when gliding over a series of jumps.
Story of his favorite past time: Remember when I said Samael loved to jump, and often jumping the fence of the pasture itself into the plans outside? Well, This is the first morning Samael decided the Plains and fields outside the pasture was a lot nicer than inside the pasture. It was a Normal Day at the Stables after turnout and Samael was doing his daily run around the pasture, tossing his head while his wings stretched out against the wind. He found himself not being as satisfied that day, the wind wasn't strong enough and he kept having to slow to take the corners of the pasture, this was extremely frustrating for Samael, he wanted to run and run for as long as he could as fast as he could. He stood for a while, trotting and prancing back and forth against the furthest fence staring at the open space, debating how long he could get away with it. Of course, Samael found it worth any punishment or scolding so he gave himself some space, galloped towards the fence and cleared it with ease. He was free, he could fly across the land as fast as he wanted and he did, he enjoyed it until the sunset came and realized he had been out all day. He had ran miles from home but instead of being frightened or worried He just ran the distance back. He arrived a few hours before daybreak and was standing asleep in the pasture by the time morning came, and of course everyone knew what he had done, many saw him jump the fence in the first place. This was the beginning of his Semi freedom. Samael was allowed to run the plains and hills, but now he has to be home by evening if he wants Dinner and to go outside the next day.

[Spirit23Wolf]

Owner: Spirit23wolf
Show Name: The Angel's Within Us All
Barn Name: Angel
Gender:Stallion
Age: 8
ribbon/sash color: Keep
Beads color: Keep
Favorite past time: Angels favourite pastime is swimming he loves To go swimming in a little pond in the middle of his clearing it is perfect lily pads all over crystal clear water. You can see the fish swimming beneath the water almost no seaweed on the bottom the sand is so fine he can barley feel it beneath his feet. He loves the feeling of the water moving across his fur the way his legs move in almost perfect time to each other the feeling of the curious fish swimming around his legs. There is no other place he would rather be. (100/100 words)
Art/story of his favorite past time: Angel was walking through the forest one day he was two years old just kicked out of his herd and on his own for the first time. He was scared but looking forward to finding a herd of his own to calming his first mare his first foal. He had been walking for a week away from his birth herd in the mountains. Angel had never seen a forest before at least not This big the trees where ancient and tall taller than any he had seen before he felt like an ant compared to them. It was starting to get dark so angel started to look for a clearing to go to bed in where he would be protected from predators and could sleep the night away in peace. He walked for a little bit longer until he found one it was beautiful. Lush green grass trees surrounding the whole thing and right in the middle was a pond it was almost perfectly circular with reeds around the outside lily pads dotted the surface the water was crystal clear and he could see all the fish swimming around thee where even a couple lazy turtles resting on some logs. When he drank the water he was in aw it was the best water he had ever had it was cool and refreshing and tasted clear in a way. after he was done drinking he looked up to see a stag he was beautiful with deep brown eyes and a 8 point rack on his head. Everything is so beautiful and perfect in this clearing he thought to himself there must be a reason why I found it. It was the middle of the night and something had woken him up he raised his head still half asleep when he saw a glow coming from the middle of the clearing in the water it looked like. So angle woke himself up and went to investigate the glow was coming from the pond in the very middle so curiosity got the better of him and he swam out to check it out. He had swam in a while so he was surprised when is came to him as naturally as walking but he did not pay it to much mind. As he got closer to the middle of the pond he started to feel funny his hide started to itch but he kept swimming getting closer and closer and the itching got worst and worst. Once he got to the middle of the pond where the glow was the itching was gone and Angel felt strong like he could do anything that's when he looked back and noticed that he had wings now as well as some sort of amour. Then he heard a voice in his head saying that he was the new protector of this forest. So to wrap up the story why he loves to swim is because every time he goes in that pond he remembers the first night he got his armour and purpose in life was because he was brave enough to swim into the middle of a glowing pond. (526 words)

[DarkestWerewolf]

Owner: DarkestWerewolf
Show Name: Primera Espada
Barn Name: Starrk Coyote
Gender:Stallion
Age: 7 years old
ribbon/sash color: Keep
Beads color: Keep
Favorite past time:
Starrk's favourite pastime would have to be sleeping. Anytime of the day will do but he prefers a nice afternoon nap on a windy day. While it sounds boring and odd, Starrk has a good reason for it. He doesn't really ge enough rest as it is and he loves sleeping. Starrk works 2 jobs, an archery horse and a jousting horse. Both of which requires a lot of energy so by the time the sun is down, he's already pooped and ready to hit the hay.
Art/story of his favorite past time:
It was an exhausting day for Starrk. The stallion had a morning archery competition and a friendly jousting match in the afternoon. He came back late afternoon and was a mess. His legs were covered in mud, mane and tail were a mess and he had no mood to socialise. He got off the trailer and was led to the back where his was given a nice bath, which he almost fell asleep midway. By the time the stablehand showered him, dried him, groomed him and cleaned his hooves, Starrk was ready to collapse there and then. He didn't even bother talking to the other Khims. The stallion just trudged his way up to the nearby hill and rested under the tree, allowing the wind to blow through his mane. It was perfect. In no time flat, he was fast asleep under the beautiful night sky.

[Me?Sarcastic?]

Owner: Me?Sarcastic?
Show Name: On the Wings of an Angel
Barn Name: Savior
Gender:Stallion
Age: Hundreds of years old
ribbon/sash color: Keep
Beads color: Keep
Favorite past time: Savior's very favorite thing to do in his spare time, is to walk the shoreline of the large lake near his stable in the evenings. He does it as often as possible, even in the winter, and on occasion, he brings his beautiful mate Aphrodite along with him. They both love to watch the waves lapping on the shore, and to stare out at the sunset across the rippling water. They'll often be out there as long as possible, before being called back to the barn.
Art/story of his favorite past time: My attempt at art.

[shanne]

• L I T T L E S A I N T || N I V E N •

Owner: shanne
Show Name: Little Saint
Barn Name: Niven
Gender: Stallion
Age: 11 years old
ribbon/sash color: surprise me please c:
Beads color: surprise me please c:

Favorite past time: Niven loves to explore forests, but no, that is not his pastime. His pastime, to put simply, is ‘kicking trees’. The reason for him to explore these forests is in search of giant, old trees. When he finally finds one, and making sure that it is the biggest, oldest tree he could find (even better if it is situated in the center of the forest), he will give it a strong kick. Occasionally, a butterfly or two would fly away from the scare. But when that happens, Niven’s heart would skip a beat, and he quickly wishes well for his owner. [101 words]

Art/story of his favorite past time: Niven used to stay in a particular barn that was way out in the wilderness, secluded from any village. His owner was an honest, hardworking man. However, he was very poor, and could not even afford a place in a village, and no one would take him in because they all believed that he was just a layabout looking for an easy way out. So, he had to make a living out in the wilderness, gathering food for himself, and materials to build a shelter over his head.

Miraculously, this man had a way with nature. He skilfully crafted tools with the materials he gathered, and built himself a little shed to live in. He started to plough the field around him, and also ventured into taming wild animals, such as to lift some load off his shoulders. Soon, he had his own little farm.

The man met Niven one day while gathering berries. That was the day the man decided that he should try taming animals. Taking slow, careful steps towards the horse, the man gently held out an apple he saved as a snack. He spoke softly, in an attempt to show that he meant no harm. Niven, curious about this new creature before his eyes, sniffed him warily, but accepted the friendly gesture with a big gulp. The man returned home with a new friend that evening.

The man’s farm grew steadily, but so did the villages, which gradually transformed into small towns and cities. Niven would see the man pacing about anxiously, mumbling these words to himself, “If only I had enough money,” but not knowing what they meant. Soon, the anxiety passed on to Niven, who, upon feeling the man’s emotions, would be on the edge as well. The man noticed it, and would walk over, holding Niven’s face in his hands, saying, “Shh, Niven, it’s alright, I will take care of you.”

However, the pacing did not stop, and the anxiety grew worse after a visit from two men. Niven observed that the clothes they were wearing were much nicer and cleaner than those of the man’s. A few days after their visit, the man brought Niven out for a walk in the woods. That evening, the forest appeared to glow in the amber light, and there was a mysterious shimmer in the air around them. The walk seemed to have lasted for hours, before they came face to face with a gargantuan tree standing in what would be the middle of the forest. Its branches swayed gently in the breeze, the rustle of the leaves singing a quiet song that would put anyone to sleep. Feeling the nervous energy rising up in the man, Niven sought for a way to expel this bile inside of him, and with a sudden turn, he kicked the tree. Surprised by the suddenness of his action, the man fell off, landing on the grass with a thud.

Before he could respond, a hoard of butterflies flew out from the huge tree, and they were everywhere. The pair stared up in awe at the butterflies. It was as if the kick was so hard, the vibration sent the leaves flying off of the tree, but they turned into butterflies.

After the butterflies disappeared, the man got up and hugged Niven. With tears welling up in his eyes, he said, “I’m sorry, Niven, my little saint. I can’t take care of you anymore. They’re coming to take my land, but I don’t have the money to save it. If only I had enough money.”

When they finally returned home, the man opened all the gates, setting all the animals free. Only Niven hesitated; he couldn’t bear to leave his owner. Standing at the edge of his pen, Niven turned back to look at the man. Without moving, he shouted out, “Go; be free, little saint. If only I could take care of you, but you would be better off surviving on your own, than to stay here with me. If only I had enough money. But, Niven, go and fly away; fly away like the butterflies. You will always be my angel.”

[L.V.L]

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Owner: L.V.L
Show Name: You found me
Barn Name: Akureyri
Gender: Stallion
Age: Twenty-Five
Ribbon/Sash color: surprise me
Beads color: surprise me
Song: "Akureyri" - Crywolf

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Favorite past time:
Akureyri loves to roam around the mountains
with his potential mate, Cataclasm.
Going from rock to rock, trying to race to the top
before sundown. Getting up there just on time
and watch the stars appear before them.
And just at the right moment.
They start to sing.

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Story of his favorite past time:
"Come on love, we're going to miss it!"

I called down towards my mate, Cataclasm, who was a few
rock-jumps behind me. I laughed quietly to myself because this was all new to him, and probably strange
also. Not many horses are known to go rock-jumping, especially this one, since he's probably never even
stepped onto a mountain before he meant me. The sunsets here are usually the same; the sky closest to
you is this dark purple/grey, almost like this color trying to break free of all it's pain, then it carefully
shades down into this violet mixed with pink, goes into a salmon with orange in just a small spot, you
could almost miss it if you weren't looking close enough, and then the sky furthest from you is just this
wonderful bright pink. Sometimes it makes it look like the world is on fire, in a good way though.

"Akureyri, you dreaming about the sunset again?"

A voice spoke softly into my ear and startled me, my hood slide a little on the rock and
Cataclasm quickly steady me.

"Haha, I get to scare and steady you. It's just my lucky day."

He laughed at me and continued on wards.
Sometimes I wondered if he was meant for this instead of me. Shaking my head while huffing, I jump
after him steadily up the mountain. As we finally reached the top, just in time for the stars to peak
out from the now dull colors, the northern lights started to appear. They only happened once a
month and I snickered quietly as I heard Cataclasm gasp in amazement. I watched him turn towards
me out of the corner of my eye and I smiled.

♫"Can you move on?
Can you wait for this to change?
Try to hold on
But your body starts to fade
I see it in your smile
You’ve slowly come undone
You’re floating towards the sky
Evaporating"♫

He walked closer to me and placed his head under mine, standing as close to me as possible.
I breathed in his scent and looked into his eyes when he quickly glanced up at me.

♫"Oh god, your eyes
They’re shining like the moon
Above the hills of Akureyri
Take me above the clouds and
Show me things that I have felt in dreams,
But never seen before"♫

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