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introducing - two new gem types!
moonstone & red beryl

username;; husky.
link to form;; here
name;; discendo discimus // tiber
gender;; stallion
eye colour;; souls departed
horn/hoof material & rarity;; moonstone // legendary & red beryl // rare
phenotype;; greying blue taffy dun overo starshine & silver double pearl mushroom minimal varnish roan snowcap appaloosa iridescent nettle
genotype;; Ee/Ata/nZ/Gg/DD/nO/shsh | ee/Aa/Mshmsh/ZZ/prlprl/Rnrn/LpLp/nIr/ntnt

breeding notes;;
-chimera is co-dominant
-chim passes as outlined in the genetic page, if rolled negative then each coat has a 50% chance to be used in calculating the genetics of the foal
-fluff passes as outlined in the genetic page
- moonstone belongs to the taffy, red beryl belongs to the pearl mushroom

*cannot be bred to [url=?]#0000[/url] & [url=?]#0000[/url]

[aray17]

finals are killing me right now and I don't think I will have time for this beauty ;n;

[Cutieduckpie]

WoooW such a fluffy cutie <3 Marking to watch for now

[husky.]

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username;; husky.
name;; discendo discimus, 'while teaching we learn' / tiber
gender;; stallion
art;; sketch

mysterious / peaceful waters
xxxxxSome say Tiber was born as many other basilisks were - a second birth, the foal no more special than the next. Yet others claim that the grizzled Chry burst forth onto Lucent, alone and wandering, almost as he is now, with the five vices to watch over him. There is no story to his appearance, yet Tiber is no ordinary Chry.
xxxxxSome rumours are true, and others merely falsehoods to discredit or even apotheosise him. A Chysaora bloom burst into existence, during one of those short nights on Lucent, and three forms smaller than usual appeared at the manifestation of imminent doom. The humans were on a course towards war amongst each other, and every creature on the planet was waiting with bated breath, the scales of order and balance tipping towards chaos. Tsunamis thrashed the land, and caverns fell in with unusual regularity. It was then that Tiber first came.
xxxxxAs he took his first steps, Tiber's mind was at work. While his two companions, like him in their striking appearance, sought their first evil, Tiber's mind was at work. Where had he come from? What was his purpose? He studied the land upon which they gallivanted, accompanying the others as they became accustomed to their new bodies. They were lithe, powerful, if still lacking in size - experience would age them, time would swell their bodies to godly proportions. The band came to know each other in a grudging way, feeding off each other's excitement and elation at finding the vapours of parasites, black as pitch, that would sustain them. They grew quickly initially, finding greater evils as they came closer to the domain of the humans.
xxxxxIt was at this point that Tiber had come to realise that to give in to impulse is to lose. His partners were evidence of this, becoming monsters of their own desires, sent crazy by the hunt and a good feed. Tiber, although a part of the band, felt detached for some odd reason. His instincts called him to go wild and let loose, yet his mind, his clever, empirical mind, was always at work; always wondering, always curious, always learning.
xxxxxIt was after they caught their first sight of humans, grown fat off negative energy, that Tiber momentarily lost his grip - and by momentarily, it was a lifetime in human years. Evil slipped into his heart, literally and figuratively. A warband, decked in royal purple and gold, was camped not far from their current path. None had to say a word before they were bearing down upon the humans, ears pricked and hooves clattering on rock and crystal. The humans had dealt with Chry before, yet these three were something else - majestic, proud, and viciously wicked. The leader of the warband approached; Tiber was immediately drawn to him. Power emanated from him, his troops appeared to fear yet respect him. Tiber pranced forwards, his tail swishing and hooves sending sparks in all directions. He was a terrific sight, this bright equine.
xxxxxThe human bowed, his head low but his eyes never leaving Tiber, their gaze conveying multitudes. They could form a strong alliance, and so they did. They conjoined, the leader of this warband and Tiber, forming the most feared pair of beasts that Lucent had seen for eons.

veteran / solstheim
xxxxxThe most gruesome war in history, that's how they described it.
xxxxxTiber and his human, Crixus, overpowered every enemy that stood before them. They conquered, pillaged, and ravaged the land of all who opposed their cause. Tiber knew not what this cause was. Crixus told him all that mattered, and that was what or who the target was; and then they bellowed their war cries together and charged into the fray.
xxxxxIt was one day, like many others in how it began and ended, that something in Tiber reawoke from a deep part of him he had forgotten about - wonder. As he bore down on the enemy, lashing out with hoof and horn, as Crixus dealt fatal blows with a weapon forged of steel and the shocking, purple hairs of his steed, Tiber's mind began to work. Why exactly were they fighting? The land around them was barren and burned, the sound of rockfall and collapsing caverns echoing almost ceaselessly. If they were to continue like this, the planet would become nothing but a wasteland of bone and rock. The intricacies of life here, the strange creatures and structures, how natural disaster scourged and reformed the earth; it would all be lost.
xxxxxThe stallion's heart raced as he came back to the present. The battle was over, and another stronghold taken. Crixus was congratulated, and in turn he praised Tiber for their magnificent partnership, like none the planet had seen before. All would bow before them. Tiber only half listened, hearing the words but not taking them in. He had much to ponder. He slept restlessly that night, feeling as though something were to come to and end.
xxxxxIndeed, the flame that burns twice as bright burns half as long. A noble rule spans an age. The reign of Crixus and Tiber lasted until one of them died. Crixus's death: if you could call it honourable, it was. A moment of weakness, jaunty laughter escaping him as his victim was viciously lanced with that stinging spear, gave the second that was needed for his right hand man to stab him in the back. As his human's life faded, Tiber set upon his Chry brethren, the two with whom he came into the world. They had conspired, plotted, and carried out a dastardly plan of betrayal - this would not do.
xxxxxAs he cut them down, Tiber felt the evil that had been settled in his heart for so long depart. He became suddenly aware of what they had done, what colossal feats they had achieved, what malicious acts they were. Tiber felt something wash over him like a dark wave: despair. He despaired over the lives lost and the land forever scarred by hand and hoof. He vowed to himself, to the ground he stood on, that this would not happen again, that no tyrant would ever rise while he still walked upon Lucent.
xxxxxTiber is a stallion of his word.

teacher / the road most travelled
xxxxx'My children, this story is not for the faint of heart.'
xxxxxTiber's voice rumbled as he spoke, like deep thunder in a distant cavern beneath the surface of Lucent. Many young basilisks gathered around, gazing up at him with awe in their faces and sparks in their eyes. They each came to his crystalline home to hear stories, whether fanciful or true they didn't know. There was an art to the Teacher's fables, the way he wove words into a detailed image, and the lessons into the very core of each listener. No word was wasted that was uttered from his grizzled muzzle, as each painted the likeness of his memories.
xxxxx'Very well. I see you are not to be deterred. Let me teach you.'
xxxxxTiber told the tale of his origin, how he flared into existence from the stars with two others. He told of how they grew wild and untamed, feeding endlessly on the terror of humans and the fiendish draconian parasites that were borne of that dastardly emotion. The younglings listened with nary a flicker of an ear or scrape of a hoof for fear of missing the Teacher's words. Tiber spoke of the first time he laid eyes upon Crixus, his beloved and loyal human for many years. He spoke fondly of the ambitious Crixus, but with a harsh bite when the recount came to his graceless downfall.
xxxxx'Crixus had my heart, and I his - or so I thought for all that time. His loyalty to the cause never wavered, he was a master with his cunningly devised weapon formed of my own hair. He didn't fear, and, although it may be considered a weakness to some, it only made him stronger. Power became him. I admired him for these qualities, and I believe he saw them in me too. I was so young then.'
xxxxxFor a moment, nothing but one's own breath could be heard in the bright cavern, its walls jagged with gems of otherworldly colours.
xxxxx'Crixus fell as many have fallen before; through deception. He kept the truth from me, and paid the price, just as those who dealt him a foul hand paid for their transgressions against one who trusted them wholeheartedly. That war was an excuse, I believe, to justify the wrongdoings of a madman. That is why I must show you all that with power comes responsibility.'
xxxxxTiber looked out at the gathering. His eyes fell upon the faces enamoured by his speech, and were caught as he spotted a light filly among them. She was almost pure white, except for a head of rich mahogany and fiery hair. She reminded Tiber of a time when he sought the cleansing purity of some pale, sparkling water, said to grant immortality. Few had heard the retelling of his search for immortality, and none knew the true ending save for Tiber himself.
xxxxx'In order to rid myself of the knowledge of immoral deeds I had done in good faith, I began a trek to cleanse my body and mind. They say time heals all wounds, but I knew that time would not lessen the burden for me.' Tiber's speech is slow, deliberate. 'I encountered challenging obstacles during my search - obstacles that required analytical thought, some of emotion; others required a show of courage or physical prowess. These obstacles were nothing to a soul who has lost their very meaning, and has nothing more to lose - only something to gain. From each challenge set before me, I learnt something new, some intricacy of the world, that will remain with me until the end of my days.'
xxxxxHere he pauses, perhaps for dramatic effect, perhaps to have a moment to think on his next words.
xxxxx'I came across a great waterfall. Towering and infinite it seemed, stretching high into the heavens and crashing on those impassive rocks with an immutable force. I felt awe as my eyes fell upon this display of nature's power.' His light eyes shone as the memory flashed, as bright as the day it happened. 'I stepped under that water and felt the force on my back, my shoulders. It was overwhelming at first, but as I relaxed into it, let it flow around me, I felt its cleansing power. I know not how long I stayed at that white water. I do know that it changed me. For one, I grew white hair!' A few of the young Chry chuckle at his observation of growing old. 'But also, I am no longer the penitent seeking redemption for his misdeeds; I am a wise, old basilisk who has learned and healed, and I will teach you.'
xxxxxTiber's story finished here. He felt a sense of melancholy as well as nostalgia at the conclusion, as he often did when he recalled the memory.
xxxxx'The most important aspect of any life is to remain curious. Learn from the past, look to better the future, but never forget that the present is not to be taken for granted. Keep your eyes open, your ears sharp and your wits about you. The force of a waterfall only exists at your resistance; be flexible, and everything will flow around you.'

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[little_light]

username;; σptιmus primє
name;; O Magnum Mysterium || Siren or Renn
gender;; mare
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The song of the siren.. ♪

oof definitely working extra hard for this beauty

[carpe noctem.]

marking !

[ilhdc7]

dropping, don't have the time. can't wait to see the winner though!! <3

[DarkestWerewolf]

username;; DarkestWerewolf
name;; Eye of the Tiger // Nikka
gender;; Stallion

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personality
Nikka is a fearless stallion that is brimming with confidence. Everything he does, he does it with confidence. He was brought up that way by his father and have followed in his hoofprints since he was a foal. Nikka is also very smart, cunning and decisive, occasionally using it to his advantage but it's simply just to get an extra apple or treat. However, Nikka can be brash at times, flaunting his good looks and smartness. Despite this, he is still generally well-liked by the other horses because he would never do anything that would harm them.
He is very pragmatic and with his given smartness, is a great strategist and on one occasion, outwitting a wolf, saving the life of a foal. Nikka is also highly competitive in sports. He always wants to be the best in show or the champion but he shows great sportsmanship, not kicking up a fuss is he didn't win and always congratulating the winner and just making friends with other competitors.

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Nikka is prone to spacing out. Sometimes when he's grazing, he would just stop and space out. He would snap back on his own but there are times when others would snap him back into reality.

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Nikka was born a wild chrys into a large herd. He barely remembers a lot but whatever memories he had as a wild colt were fun. Even though he had that odd coat that makes him stand out, he still had many other chrys around that were willing to be his friends. Despite some being very unfriendly to him, he still continues to be nice to everyone, as his mother had taught him.
However, there was one day when the herd encountered some horse wranglers. Chaos broke out as everyone bolted for the safety of the forests. Nikka, however, sacrificed himself to get caught to help a younger filly escape. Being just a little over 3 years old, he was still immature and resorted to violence in order to escape. He heard a shot, something hitting his rump and soon, everything became dark.
The following months were vague. All he remembered was being sold from auction to auction. Many people want him at first but when he proved to be almost impossible to break, they sold him back. Once more, he was sold to another stable. They attempted to break him but he refused. However, they never sold him. He was puzzled but thought of nothing much. Eventually, he started warming up to the horses there and slowly, the people. It took almost a year and a half before he was broken. His rider slowly introduced him to show-jumping and he immediately fell heads over heals for that discipline.

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wip ♥

[Haze-L-Kitten]

From the surface to her soul

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username;; Haze-L-Kitten
name;; Quintessa
gender;; Mare
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»»---------------------► Quintessa is certainly a sight upon the eyes. Her dramatic coat is a perfect cover to her complex character. Starting from the surface, she has a cuddly and welcoming appearance matched with her alluring slanted gaze that it always present. Upon greeting her she's polite and proper with her speech almost as if she were a descant of royalty. Though, her speech is flavorful she'd much rather be snoozing on the sea floor or in her bed of coral she's softened with sea weeds and other salty cushion. Sometimes, if she's feeling a bit under pressure she'll break the surface of the ocean and gaze upon the horizon in order to find a nearby shore to nap. Quinn naps on her side along the shore during the morning's sunrise and in the last arrival of the setting sun. Usually, she'll wake just in time to watch the sun disappear and bring dusk upon the ocean. She doesn't wander too far from her sea. Despite her lazy nature in and out of the surf she's surely one to kick up her heels against the chests of her friends and flirtatious interests. She's a frisky soul but tender none the less with the etiquette of a queen.