[HowlingHooves]

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.



Father: Raylamor
Mother: Grace
Owner: Tynahi
Show Name: Redemption of the Demonic
Barn Name: Aleksander
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Height: 17 hh
Color: Greying Silver Seal Brown Pearl Tovero Khim Sabino Khim Overo +Irregular Khim Sabino, Bloodmark
Genetics: Ee Ata Prlprl Gg Zz Tt Oo Ksbksb Koko +Irregular Khim Sabino, Bloodmark
Breeding Info:
• Irregular Sabino passes at 50%, but only if Khim Sabino passes.
• Wings will only pass if both Irregular Khim Sabino and Khim Overo pass; will always be chibi wings.
• Dragon Blood Mark will only pass at 30% if Grey passes to immediate offspring, but no further.

To win this boy, tell me what he's like!
Is he a demon hunter, is he mortal like his father or does he have certain aspects of the angelic, and so is a nephilim?
Was he raised by Grace and set out on his own? Was he given to another, given to a ward? Did he meet his father and not know it was him, or did he meet Raylamor but intentionally kept the knowledge of being his offspring to himself?
Go nuts! This is also a free for all, create your own form competition. c:
Tell me this guys story, take any direction you want. The prompts above are just that, prompts; you do not have to abide by them at all. (This is a looser realm, so really. Go freaking nuts.)

[♤ᴄᴀʟʟ_ᴍᴇ_ᴍᴀᴘʟᴇsʜᴀᴅᴇ♤]

Username: I_Am_Garbage
Show Name: Fly Away
Barn Name: Skyler
Age: About 8 years old
Halter Color: Black
Jewel Color: Green to match his beautiful eyes <3

Skyler was always known as a good horse. He was the mother's favorite. One day, his mother was illegally taken away from him. Then he changed his mind. He started to be the dominant, evil horse. Now he's also known as "Devil's Little Son".

[Spirit23Wolf]

Username: Spirit23wolf
Show Name: Redemption Of Me
Barn Name: Ashur
Age: 7
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Story:
I am a Nephilim what's that you ask. Well my mother is an archangel (don't tell my father) and my father is a mortal I don't really know them as I was giving to a wetnurse to be raised this is just what I've been told about them and I've only ever seen pictures of them never met them in person. But enough about them this is my story.
My whole life I've been told that I am an abomation or not natural. You see my father thought that my mother was a mortal aswell and so they had me. I've been told that I am a nephilim although im not sure I believe it, I haven't really noticed any archangel traits. Oh well currently I am training to become a daemon hunter like my dad ive always looked up to him and want to follow in his footprints.
I am at a school to learn how to hunt and kill daemons and let me tell you its a lot harder than I thought it would be. I always thought that I was in pretty good shape I ran every day I am pretty good with a sword and bow, but here I am on the bottom rung of the ladder I am not even average! But I tend to work harder than anyone else even though im not the most physically gifted I have the highest grades in all of my classes, and every day I am up before dawn running or swimming or doing something else to help build up my strength and soon I will be stronger than them all.

2 years later I am finally the strongest and the smartest in the whole school I guess all my hard work is finally paying I think to myself. Soon it will be graduation and I will be able to go out into the real world and do what ive been training to do for the last 4 years. Hunt and kill all daemons. I can feel my body start to vibrate at the thought of finally being able to leave this school and get on with my life. Only 2 more weeks and 5 more tests I think to myself as im walking towards my dorm to get some sleep before my first combat test tomorrow bright and early before dawn, yeah me I think sarcastically after 4 years of getting up before dawn you think that I would be used to it but nooo, I swear each morning it gets harder.
Uggg I groan while rolling out of bed the next morning I so don't want to get out of bed is all my sleep deprived brain can do. I stumble over to my water basin splashing very cold water on my face to wake me up. Whew! That sure woke me up I now to head down to the arena so I can kick my classmates butts I grin evilly with this thought after two years of being picked on and called weak now they are scared of me. I also have noticed that I am not really aging anymore while all of my classmates are getting older and looking older I am staying the basically the same, that is probably from my mothers side of the family.

I spend the next two weeks beating all my classmates at everything and anything, little dose Ashur know but the most famous daemon hunter ever Raylamor (Ashurs father but Raylamor doesn't know this) was watching the upcoming grads looking for his next apprentice Ashur immediately catches his eyes and he cant help but think that he looks familiar but hes not sure why and just shrugs it off, he's met so many others that faces really just blend together but still...

Its finally time Ashur feels almost giddy a new feeling he really wants to just jump and run around there is so much adrenalin coursing through his veins right now. Its almost my turn I think while bouncing on the balls of my feet. And then im walking getting my hunters licence and shaking the headmaster hand its like being in a dream and is over in less than a minute. After everyone has gone through we are all told to stand up because someone very important has a very special announcement for a student. And then Raylamor walked out onto the stage! I swear my jaw was hanging open with shock as im sure everyone else's was.
Hello grads Raylamors voice boomed out someone in your class is going to have the honour of becoming my apprentice. He locked eyes with me and before his voice called out my name I knew that he had chosen me.
I choose Ashur as my new apprentice Raylamor called out, and I knew right then and there that was the beginnings of a new and crazy adventure.

(Yea the stories a little wonky XD my brain tends to
Move faster than my hands, Hope it makes sense!)

Personality:
Ashur is a loner and has a hard time making friends it doesn't help that growing up he was secluded and kept away from others so on account of this he is very socially awkward. He would much rather spend his time hunting daemons with his father, but unfortunely part of hunting is having to go to ugg social events dinners and such I always feel so out of place. Despite Ashurs social awkwardness he can be a bit of a flirt and enjoys putting the moves on. Once you take the time to get to know him Ashur is a bit of a comedian and is super loyal once he considered you a friend there is nothing he wont do for you.

[NeriHyuga]

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[sforzando.]

Username: vos.
Show Name:
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Age:
Halter Color:
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[tynahi]

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✧ Username: Tynahi
✧ Show Name: Redemption of the Demonic
✧ Call Name: Aleksander
✧ Nickname: Alek
✧ Gender: Stallion
✧ Age: 4 Years
✧ Halter Color: Black
✧ Jewel Color: Eye Color

✧ Art by Tynahi

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The afternoon was still, quiet. Fluffy pastel clouds drifted in a brilliant blue sky. This was Alek’s favorite
time of day with the warmth of the sun and its golden light. It was peaceful, even the everyday sounds
seemed muted to keep it so. He would take a walk or play, lose himself in a daydream. They said he was
his mother’s mirror. The same pearl colored taffy coat, soft curled hair that fell into his eyes, her angelic
grace. They claimed he was her shadow. Following quietly in her footsteps, mimicking her mannerisms,
learning her ways. Grace was a mare of the angels. Soft-spoken and kind she could find light in the
darkest of places. She taught him the value of tolerance and honesty, instilled politeness and poise. She
was also firm in her beliefs. Though she showed him the beauty of the world she never hid the darkness
the world had to offer. There was a balance, the light and the dark. Alek strived to be like her, to make
her proud. Caring – he made friends easily and did his best to help them any way he could. A shoulder to
cry on, a defender, someone to listen. He made sure everyone was included and was a peacemaker in
quarrels. Stubborn – once he committed to something Alek would not back down from it. For the good or
the bad of it, Alek would see it through and he would learn. Optimistic – Alek always tried to find the light
of every situation. He figured dwelling on the negative would never help move things forward and would
only hold them back. He always believed there would be a way to turn things around. Though he knew the
world had darkness he never quite understood it. He always questioned his mother on the ‘whys’.

Idealistic they called him. The naiveté of a child.
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In the dying light of day Alek watched Will. His half-sister challenged him to spar as they did every night.
The air was crisp and cool as the warmth of the sun had long faded. The young mare was eager to learn,
to explore, to fight for what she believed in. She wanted free reign, she wanted adventure, she wanted
to take on the world’s darkness and not look back. They would train together in the twilight hours.
Learning from one and other. Depending on one and other. Where Alek had taken after their mother, Will
had taken after her father. Headstrong and assertive she always believed she knew the right course. Her
assertiveness almost bordered on aggression and she was never one to back down from a challenge.
Though rough around the edges she is not malicious. She stands up for those who cannot stand for
themselves and has strong morals that she will defend. She creates her plans on the fly and relies on
instinct. Will would jump head first into anything and save the questions for later. She was both witty and
charming and she used them to her advantage. Alek often had to step in and get her out of trouble. He
loved his sister’s passion but he knew her rebellious nature meant he was often cleaning up her messes.
Alek was the calm one; often thinking of plans and helping his sister see them through. His restraint
worked with her fire. They melded to the other, Will pushing Alek to action and Alek holding her back until
the right moment. Even though Will hated to admit it she knew Alek’s timing was better than hers. He was
patient. He knew how to wait for the opportunity to present itself. He was a strategist and she was a
fighter. Ever since she was born it was the two of them together in the world. Loyal until the end both
would do anything for the other. They were a team.

Two sides of the same coin: fire and ice.
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The streets are eerily silent in the early morning. The dawn’s light is weak and the air is filled with fog. To
some it is unnerving; to Alek it has a certain charm. He likes to wander in the mornings, before others start
to wake. The mist holds a certain mystery and he cant help but go searching. Though he’s not quite sure
what he is looking for. He grew up hearing stories of his father, Raylamor. Grace didn’t talk much about him,
but never refused to answer questions. She told him stories about how they met and their brief encounters
after. She told him about his profession as a demon hunter, but his lack of knowledge in her archangel status.
He was stiff and standoffish in his mannerisms and hated people who would talk his ear off. He would often
times take on things much too strong for himself. He had a charm to him that many overlook. He had no idea
Alek existed. Maybe it was the stories. Maybe it was his curiosity. Maybe he wanted to understand his father
better even if they were to never meet. Walk in his shoes for a time. And maybe that’s why when Will set off
to see the world he followed without hesitation. The world was tougher and colder without Grace’s guidance.
Many lessons were hard taught, but they figured it out together. Alek became more wary, acted more aloof.
Wearing his heart on his sleeve had come with its consequences and he had gotten his heart broken a few
times too many. When they found others like them Will and Alek were slow to join the newly formed herd.
They weren’t sure of their place, but slowly learned to call it home. Even with his new family Alek never lost
his curiosity.

Ever searching. Something lost, something found.
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Stars glittered in the midnight sky. A soft breeze played with Alek’s hair as he stared curiously into the
shadow. A dark stallion stood there watching him back, waiting. He had seen this stallion before. Heard
his name. He’s a demon. He’s a demon. He’s a demon. Raced through his mind like a heartbeat.
Alek wasn’t sure why he hesitated. This wasn’t his first demon, probably wont be the last. And yet he
couldn’t shake the feeling that something was different. In all of the dark and shadows there was a light
in his golden eyes. A look of loss, a look of longing, a look of resentment. He was lost and searching to be
found. The stallion’s name was Lander. He had heard of him through a younger member of the herd and
had occasionally seen them together. He was usually closed off and never stayed around long. They
weren’t supposed to be friends. They shouldn’t make it was friends. But the moment passed and the
tension lessened. Lander made a teasing comment, which Alek responded in turn. Their uneasy meeting
turned into friendship. Where Lander needed guidance, Alek provided support. Through Lander Alek was
able to be more open again, let down his walls. All the while they continued to tease and bicker good
naturedly. Never trying to change the other, always helping them become their best.

The light and the dark. An honest balance.

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[blackhoeses]

Username:blackhoeses
Show Name:Under A Angles Wings
Barn Name:Hunter
Age:12 years
Halter Color:light brown
Jewel Color:amber

Work in progress

[PandoraDiskenth]

Username: PandoraDiskenth

Show Name: Azazel's Downfall

Barn Name: Loki
(yes how common and fangirlish of me Cx however, as a big fan of the true Norse Loki, How could the offspring of an Archangel and a Demon Hunter NOT result in a Chaotic stud?

Age: 8

Halter Color: Charcoal Grey

Jewel Color:Emerald



BACKSTORY
Loki was foaled to the beautiful Archangel Grace as she watched the world below. The handsome foal gazed up at her with his big emerald eyes, his slick coat expressing the cloud's many emotions from the joyous white cirrocumulus to the brooding dark stratus. She helped him to his feet and thus began his childish tyranny on the heavens. He spent his first three years learning about the world and pranking the other Archangels. When he turned three his mother decided he had grown and matured enough to go learn the world for how it was in reality, in person.

He quickly learned the ways of the surface world, the magics that lied everywhere and the Demons that lurked too. He studied them for years, taking notes and observing them for research to report to the heavens. Then one dark day while studying a lesser Demon, a Demon Hunter destroys it before he got any new knowledge. But the Hunter recognizes something in this young Stallion's eyes, a certain familiarity... But he does not pry. He knows it is his son, it could be nothing else. Ironically the Stallion is the right age, as old as it has been long since the Hunter had seen her last. He asks if Loki would like tag along on his journey to hunt the Demons, as it would provide excellent research material to add to his unusual fascinations with the supernatural kind. Over the next three years Loki, under the teaching hooves of his father, learned to be one of the most daft Demon Hunters to walk the surface and the skies. The oblivious son of the deadliest Father-Son Demon Slaying Duo...


With more adventures to come...

[HowlingHooves]

I am going to be extending this competition!
It will now end on 3/15! Please complete all forms by then, thank you. <3

[HowlingHooves]

Closed for judging!
Once my son is asleep, I’ll look everything over and post a winner. <3