[Khans]

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.

Username: gizcow
Name: Melrose
Gender: Mare
Coat Color: Blood Bay Tobiano

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[guilttripping]

Username: fjord rider
Name: Twilight Blood Moon 'Red'
Gender: Stallion
Your first encounter:

I read the poster. It said: GET YOUR CHRYSAORA BASILISK NOW! FRESH IN FROM LUCENT!! AT AUCTION TODAY! NOW, I'd heard about these Chrysaora Basilisk imports and they were downright nasty. I have adopted my current two from the adoption centre. I had to go and at least save one of these magnificent beasts. I went to the where the auctions was being held. I saw some pretty unhealthy ones that the adoption centre frantically bid for (and hopefully won) then I saw him. A tall regal stallion pranced into the ring dragging the unfortunate handler. He had balls of fire for his eyes. He was muscular and had a very intelligent look about him. The stallion reared, kicking the handler away, he let a powerful call ring out. The bidders grew silent.
"£50? do I have fifty?!" The auctioneer frantically shouted.
"20?! Do I hear twenty" nobody moved a muscle. The stallion now attached to two lunge lines parade round the ring, rearing and bucking viscously. All I saw was malice in his eyes and hatred for the humans.
"10?! ten is a bargain fellas!!" The auctioneers piggy eyes scanned the crowd. He was getting redder and redder. His gavel poised to strike down at a no-sell. The crowd silenced once again.
"10!" I shouted. I couldn't do it, I couldn't leave him. Shocked gasps from the crowd were audible. Everyone looked at me! Even the stallion looked at me in shock and stopped his frenzy.
"Going....going... Gone! Sold for £10 pounds to one mental person!" The auctioneer yelled.
After the auction I went down to collect my new horse. People patted me on the back and said how they were sorry for me. I was delighted but full of regret at the same time. 'What had I bought?!' I thought. I made my way down to the pen, where my stallion was cross tied, twitched and sedated. I quickly handed my money over to the owner. He thanked me.
"Would you like help to load him?" He asked.
"No thanks" I replied.
Four hours and two lunge lines later, my stallion was in the box, sedated and drowsy.

[chaton,]

ressing! is prettying up ok? gosh i just love the split mane on this beauty *q*

[Khans]

ressing! is prettying up ok? gosh i just love the split mane on this beauty *q*

Prettying? no. Loving the split mane? yes ^^

[eleutheromaniac.]

Username: Pete rip <3
Name: Teruppo
Gender: Stallion
Your first encounter:

A few years ago, what seems like a long time now, I lived on a farm. Beyond the farm there lay a brilliant, lush, green field. It was often occupied by runaway chrysaoras that had been moved here by sellers. They weren't all that hard to catch. I managed to get a mated pair, and now I have a young foal to take care of. But one day, a new chrysaora came to the feild. He was big and bold, his cotton candy like mane raced in the wind. I was in love. He was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He stood up on a large hill outside the barn, looking down upon me. The other chrysaoras appeared around him, grazing. No wild chrysaora in the right mind would ever go this close to the barn, which meant that this new beaut became the leader right away. I quickly jumped back into the barn and equipped myself and my Chrysaora, Yule. The pretty stallion lifted his head, ready for the trip. "Good boy, Yule." I whispered while I hopped on his back. We raced up the hill, sending the chrysaoras running. I whirled and twirled my lasso, sending it right around his neck. I let out a breath. "That was easier than I thou-" the Chrysaora yanked on the lasso, snapping it. I breathed out a curse. The stallions muscles rippled as his hooves thundered against the ground. "C'mon, Yule!" I called. "Giddy-yap!" Yule snorted and pushed a little harder, shoving his hooves into the dirt. I grab my second lasso, thanking god that I brought three. Again I whirled it in the air, and sent it flying at the stallions neck. Miss. The stallion takes a sudden turn, a wild fire growing in his eyes. Yule skids to a stop, then also turns, galloping after him. The stallion has already gotten to far. With pure determination, it goes on faster, and disappears into the forest. Yule slows down to a stop. His stomach expands and falls as he pants. I give him a reassuring pat on the neck. "Better luck next time, right boy?" He grunts. "Let's get you home." Off we go, back towards the barn. Little did I know, I wasn't the only one wanting this chrysaora.

After cleaning Yule and putting away his tack, I let him out to graze in his corral. I climb into bed and close my eyes, picturing that beautiful stallion in my head. I remember every single detail about him.

For the next week I take Yule out for rides, searching for the stallion. I continue to see the herd he came from, but never once do I see him. I know something is up. I ride through the forest I last saw him in, and then I hear it. A high pitched squealing noise comes from a rickety old shack nearby. I dismount from Yule, tying his reins to a nearby tree. He snorts in discomfort. I aproach the shack cautiously, not sure what to expect. I never would have imagined to see what laid before me. The stallion lay in the dirt with lashings
all about his body. His eyes were covered as if to block him from paralyzing, and he was tied to the dirt. With the way he lay it looked as if he had a broken leg, but when he kicked out, I knew he didn't. The dirt crusted around his cuts, infecting them. There was a human man with a large sharp whip standing beside him. He yelled something about him being unable to ride. The man tightened the straps holding the stallion to the floor. The stallion screeched again, kicking dust up from the floor.

"Hey!" I yelled angrily at the man.
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[ShadyBro]

Username: ShadyBro
Name: Jikan ('時間' Meaning 'Time' In Japanese)
Gender: Stallion
Your First Encounter:

It was sometime after March had ended that I decided I could use another stallion at the breeding farm. My old boy Canter was still just as handsome in his final years, but I knew he wouldn't last. The mares had begun picking on him and I was loosing money fast with the lack of foals. I gathered what I had left to spend and made my way to the auction house, hoping I could grab a cheap horse just to get by. I walked into the ware house and was overwhelmed by the noise and heat almost immediately. There were crowds of people hauling multitudes of various critters through the walkways, and the blistering humidity of having all those bodies in one place only made the smell of barnyard animals even worse. To boot, I think there was a hog wash going on just outside the building, because the rancid odder of wet pig hit me in waves. I stumbled around awkwardly, having not been to the auction house in years, trying to make my way to the stalls where they kept the horses. Thankfully I made it there quickly, having only suffered a few headbutts from playful goats and a few pecks from anxious roosters. It was truly a mad house this year. I checked the table by the first stall to see what there was available. Unfortunately, prices had gone up. Way up. I doubted I would be leaving with anything at all to be honest. After a while I began scanning the price sheet simply for a horse with a price less than $5,000. It was useless. Depressed and full of bitterness, I turned to leave. That was, until a loud shriek pulled my attention back to the stalls. In the very last corner was a metal pen, unlike the wooden ones I was used to seeing, and in it an odd creature I had never seen before. Two men had chains around its neck, pulling in opposite directions to keep it still. It was useless of course. The creature bucked and rolled, pulling the men to the ground with little effort. One man even tried bashing it with a water pale, only to have punctured said pale with two sharp purple horns. Horns! Whatever this equine was, it wasn't any regular horse. I simply had to investigate before my curiosity burned a whole through my head. I stayed back a foot or three, wary of the mighty beast. It kicked and writhed in its pen, and I was in awe as to how it had been put in there in the first place. I tapped a handler on the shoulder and asked, "What exactly is that thing?". The man replied with a much more lavish answer than I had anticipated. "This," he said, gesturing with open arms to the beast, "is a Chrysaora Basilisk, from the world Lucent. Its a mighty haul indeed, getting it here. Usually they're somewhat tamed, or brought here as foals. Thats when you get a good price on em. But this thing aint worth squat. I mean, what would anyone do with a beast like that? Cant even keep it still in its pen!" The man roared out a dry laugh before continuing on. "I tell ye, if I get anything more than $100 for this beast, Ill be the happiest man on the island!" He shook his head, masking a sense of worry. I cocked my head to the side and asked him, "So this is your horse then?". "Basilisk, son. He's no mere horse. But yes, this wily stallion is mine. My men brought him from Lucent last week. Had him trailered in a steal cage with plenty of tranquilizers, so I didn't know he would be such a handful. Darn fools wasted their time on this one." He shook his head again, this time trying to quench the anger raging behind his eyes. I stared back at the beast as it shook its mane and stomped it's hooves, chattering like an angry sea-bird. It was a beautiful creature really. Its glowing golden eyes were stunning against its bright red and white coat, and its mane of many colors popped with shades of purple and red. In an instant, I had fallen for its beauty. "Sir, I think I'd like to take this 'menace' off your hands" I spoke shyly. I kept my eyes on the stallion for a moment of silence, then looked over at the man to see his bearded chin had dropped down to his fat chest, his eyes wide and his posture frozen in place. He stuttered a bit, the shock slowly ebbing out of him, before reaching out a hand to shake mine and saying "Deal." I hadn't even made a price on it, but I got away with the $100 he had mentioned earlier. The stallion, who I had named Jikan, calmed almost immediately once I hauled him out of the warehouse. He nuzzled my shoulder as I fitted him with a custom made halter (which sadly cost almost as much as the horse!) and soon it was apparent that he had only been dazed and confused by the auction house. I would have been too, in his case. As soon as I had him settled at the farm, he showed his true colors. A sweet, playful yet sometimes stubborn stallion with the attitude of a colt. I grew to love him, and even through the loss of my darling boy Canter, I had Jikan to rely on. We grew close over the years, and I grew to love him and his species more than life itself.
In memory of Canter~

[nice]

Username: gizcow
Name: Melrose
Gender: Mare
Your first encounter:

* the last paragraph is the actual encounter, everything else just leads up to it. I had fun writing this :')

I had never been the type of person to stay in one place for very long, to say the least. That was pretty much my life as a kid, moving from foster home to foster home, and as I became older I got into the rhythm of it; even when I found my new home in the woods, the home that would last the longest and mean the most to me. I was wary of how cruel a human being can be, very aware of how much pain someone can cause, emotionally and physically. When I first started living in this home, isolated in trees and wilderness, of course I was cautious. I was never close to any of my past foster parents and I never desired to be close to future ones. I was passed around like a disease, that no one wanted of course. I was just a servant to these men and women that adopted me, nothing special or personal to them. I didn't understand why they would waste money and not even attempt to have a true, beautiful relationship with their new "son". Though, I wasn't a son to them. I was an object they could throw away because I was broken. But I was used to it; I became very good at biting back tears and holding my tongue. And that was my life until Edmund adopted me.

Edmund was a short and stout man, with dark eyes and thinning red hair, 56 years old, widowed and living alone in his old house in the woods, with only a few dogs and a cat to keep him company. In a way I could relate to him; his wife had died when he was 49 and he had been living alone ever since. Although I always had people around me, I was still lonely. Because I knew the situation that Edmund was in, I didn't think of him as one of the cruel men who just used me for labor. I thought of him as someone needing a friend.

And that's what we became. After years of both of us being incredibly lonely, we somehow found each other. I considered myself lucky, looking back at all of the other foster children that I had encountered who were just as depressed as me. At 19, I was doing well in school, but still never had any friends other than Edmund. I wasn't comfortable with talking to people, I would always be insecure and afraid that they'd end up backstabbing me. I graduated, and prepared to move. I didn't want to leave Edmund, in fact for a while I just wanted to stay with him all my life and just work from home. But he wanted me to succeed and grow, and I wanted to make him proud. So I packed for college and headed out at 21.

After a year of college (which was quite miserable) I got a phone call. I don't want to go into details, but basically, Edmund had passed away after he fell down some stairs. He had been dead for weeks, and I never would've gotten a call if they hadn't had found some of my old belongings and the adoption papers. No one wanted the house, a house deep in the woods where a man used to live, who is dead now. I decided that I had had enough of college, and moved back in. It was extremely quiet, and lonely. I had forgotten how hard being lonely was. I spent most of my days cutting trees and clearing out the area around the house, not because I needed the space but because I had nothing else to do.

I had never grasped the fact that Edmund was actually gone. It felt like he was still here, that his soul was still somewhere. I don't know, I just never had closure. So I decided to go out and make a tombstone, one for just me and him. I felt like it would make me more accepting, and able to live with the fact that he was gone for good. I packed a bunch of food and water, enough that would last me a day, since I planned to go far into the woods and clear a space for his tombstone. There was a little pond somewhere down the mountain, Edmund had always said it was a beautiful and magical place to be, with fireflies and flowers blooming. I wanted his tombstone to be there.

I set out my journey in the morning, when the air was crisp from the early light rain, and the grass was shiny and wet with the rising sun just peeking out. My backpack of goods was pretty heavy, but I wandered on for a few hours. I was determined to find this pond.

As the day went on, it became hotter and hotter. I drank as much water as possible, I knew that if I got dehydrated, that would be the end. I was far from any other houses, let alone a hospital. My shoulders eventually became numb.

As hours went by, I noticed more birds and animals, so I figured I had to be close. Cool air started to sweep in as nighttime crept closer. I didn't want to spend the night out here, but I had no choice. I had no idea that this would've been a day journey. My water was almost completely gone but, if the pond was close, I would be okay.

Another half an hour went by until I started to notice the ground was getting damp. I became giddy and started to run, I could smell the water, and hear a trickle of a tiny waterfall, perhaps. I ran and didn't stop, until I saw it. I stopped dead in my tracks, almost slipping, and stared in awe.

It was huge, almost like a mini lake. Trees draped and danced over it, beautiful flowers surrounded the area protectively, and there was indeed a tiny waterfall that connected a small river to the pond. It was like a dream, and the water actually sparkled. I could tell why Edmund had said it was magical.

I set up a tiny camp by the pond, which I decided to call Edmund's Pond. I cleared a space by the water, where I would place his tombstone. It was a lovely area, and I knew Edmund would be happy. I was exhausted but very happy that I found it. I settled down on a pile of leaves that would be my bed for the night. It was chilly, but I could deal. I fell asleep after a while of thinking about Edmund and the pond.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to a sound of rustling. I'm usually a heavy sleeper and I'm still not sure why I had woken up from that seemingly quiet sound. I turned to my side drowsily and opened my eyes halfway, to see a flash of red disappearing behind a large tree. I shot up out of my pile of leaves and got a giant stick out in a fighting stance, prepared to shoo away anything harmful. I heard some kind of snorting, and more rustling. At first, when I saw the flash of red, I was thinking that it was a snake, but it was snorting. I was clueless, afraid and pretty much defenseless.

I heard the creature breathe heavily and stomp on the ground. Squinting my eyes, I looked around for it, trying to make out what it was in the darkness. After minutes of just standing there, I was starting to believe it had left. But suddenly, out of the darkness of the trees, a big shadow emerged from the trees, starting towards me. I scrambled to get the tree branch in front of me as it came closer, its large eyes staring through me. I held the branch higher in defense, but it kept moving, never blinking. My heart pounded in my ears. I noticed the bright red again, trailing behind the creature. I could also make out a light pink and purple. It snorted again, and I came to realize; this was a horse. It stopped and stood in front of me, and it was then, I noticed a long and slender horn, and a smaller horn under it. No, this wasnt a normal horse. For some reason, I started to chuckle, as I thought I was dreaming. The horse-like creature began to shake its mane. I felt drawn to this creature, like something was pulling me in towards it, but at the same time I felt scared. This thing could kill me with one stab. Despite that, I started to walk towards it without even realizing. I held out my hand, and it remained still. I closed the space between us and touched its snout; it was warm and soft. The creature blinked, and I started to trail my hand to the side of its face. Its eyes looked lost and desperate, and in the reflection of its bright eyes, I could see myself. They blinked again.

"Are you lost, big girl?"

She snorted, and for the first time in a while, I smiled.

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[Khans]

Username: gizcow
Name: Melrose
Gender: Mare
Your first encounter:

* the last paragraph is the actual encounter, everything else just leads up to it. I had fun writing this :')

I had never been the type of person to stay in one place for very long, to say the least. That was pretty much my life as a kid, moving from foster home to foster home, and as I became older I got into the rhythm of it; even when I found my new home in the woods, the home that would last the longest and mean the most to me. I was wary of how cruel a human being can be, very aware of how much pain someone can cause, emotionally and physically. When I first started living in this home, isolated in trees and wilderness, of course I was cautious. I was never close to any of my past foster parents and I never desired to be close to future ones. I was passed around like a disease, that no one wanted of course. I was just a servant to these men and women that adopted me, nothing special or personal to them. I didn't understand why they would waste money and not even attempt to have a true, beautiful relationship with their new "son". Though, I wasn't a son to them. I was an object they could throw away because I was broken. But I was used to it; I became very good at biting back tears and holding my tongue. And that was my life until Edmund adopted me.

Edmund was a short and stout man, with dark eyes and thinning red hair, 56 years old, widowed and living alone in his old house in the woods, with only a few dogs and a cat to keep him company. In a way I could relate to him; his wife had died when he was 49 and he had been living alone ever since. Although I always had people around me, I was still lonely. Because I knew the situation that Edmund was in, I didn't think of him as one of the cruel men who just used me for labor. I thought of him as someone needing a friend.

And that's what we became. After years of both of us being incredibly lonely, we somehow found each other. I considered myself lucky, looking back at all of the other foster children that I had encountered who were just as depressed as me. At 19, I was doing well in school, but still never had any friends other than Edmund. I wasn't comfortable with talking to people, I would always be insecure and afraid that they'd end up backstabbing me. I graduated, and prepared to move. I didn't want to leave Edmund, in fact for a while I just wanted to stay with him all my life and just work from home. But he wanted me to succeed and grow, and I wanted to make him proud. So I packed for college and headed out at 21.

After a year of college (which was quite miserable) I got a phone call. I don't want to go into details, but basically, Edmund had passed away after he fell down some stairs. He had been dead for weeks, and I never would've gotten a call if they hadn't had found some of my old belongings and the adoption papers. No one wanted the house, a house deep in the woods where a man used to live, who is dead now. I decided that I had had enough of college, and moved back in. It was extremely quiet, and lonely. I had forgotten how hard being lonely was. I spent most of my days cutting trees and clearing out the area around the house, not because I needed the space but because I had nothing else to do.

I had never grasped the fact that Edmund was actually gone. It felt like he was still here, that his soul was still somewhere. I don't know, I just never had closure. So I decided to go out and make a tombstone, one for just me and him. I felt like it would make me more accepting, and able to live with the fact that he was gone for good. I packed a bunch of food and water, enough that would last me a day, since I planned to go far into the woods and clear a space for his tombstone. There was a little pond somewhere down the mountain, Edmund had always said it was a beautiful and magical place to be, with fireflies and flowers blooming. I wanted his tombstone to be there.

I set out my journey in the morning, when the air was crisp from the early light rain, and the grass was shiny and wet with the rising sun just peeking out. My backpack of goods was pretty heavy, but I wandered on for a few hours. I was determined to find this pond.

As the day went on, it became hotter and hotter. I drank as much water as possible, I knew that if I got dehydrated, that would be the end. I was far from any other houses, let alone a hospital. My shoulders eventually became numb.

As hours went by, I noticed more birds and animals, so I figured I had to be close. Cool air started to sweep in as nighttime crept closer. I didn't want to spend the night out here, but I had no choice. I had no idea that this would've been a day journey. My water was almost completely gone but, if the pond was close, I would be okay.

Another half an hour went by until I started to notice the ground was getting damp. I became giddy and started to run, I could smell the water, and hear a trickle of a tiny waterfall, perhaps. I ran and didn't stop, until I saw it. I stopped dead in my tracks, almost slipping, and stared in awe.

It was huge, almost like a mini lake. Trees draped and danced over it, beautiful flowers surrounded the area protectively, and there was indeed a tiny waterfall that connected a small river to the pond. It was like a dream, and the water actually sparkled. I could tell why Edmund had said it was magical.

I set up a tiny camp by the pond, which I decided to call Edmund's Pond. I cleared a space by the water, where I would place his tombstone. It was a lovely area, and I knew Edmund would be happy. I was exhausted but very happy that I found it. I settled down on a pile of leaves that would be my bed for the night. It was chilly, but I could deal. I fell asleep after a while of thinking about Edmund and the pond.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to a sound of rustling. I'm usually a heavy sleeper and I'm still not sure why I had woken up from that seemingly quiet sound. I turned to my side drowsily and opened my eyes halfway, to see a flash of red disappearing behind a large tree. I shot up out of my pile of leaves and got a giant stick out in a fighting stance, prepared to shoo away anything harmful. I heard some kind of snorting, and more rustling. At first, when I saw the flash of red, I was thinking that it was a snake, but it was snorting. I was clueless, afraid and pretty much defenseless.

I heard the creature breathe heavily and stomp on the ground. Squinting my eyes, I looked around for it, trying to make out what it was in the darkness. After minutes of just standing there, I was starting to believe it had left. But suddenly, out of the darkness of the trees, a big shadow emerged from the trees, starting towards me. I scrambled to get the tree branch in front of me as it came closer, its large eyes staring through me. I held the branch higher in defense, but it kept moving, never blinking. My heart pounded in my ears. I noticed the bright red again, trailing behind the creature. I could also make out a light pink and purple. It snorted again, and I came to realize; this was a horse. It stopped and stood in front of me, and it was then, I noticed a long and slender horn, and a smaller horn under it. No, this wasnt a normal horse. For some reason, I started to chuckle, as I thought I was dreaming. The horse-like creature began to shake its mane. I felt drawn to this creature, like something was pulling me in towards it, but at the same time I felt scared. This thing could kill me with one stab. Despite that, I started to walk towards it without even realizing. I held out my hand, and it remained still. I closed the space between us and touched its snout; it was warm and soft. The creature blinked, and I started to trail my hand to the side of its face. Its eyes looked lost and desperate, and in the reflection of its bright eyes, I could see myself. They blinked again.

"Are you lost, big girl?"

She snorted, and for the first time in a while, I smiled.

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[nice]

thank you so much!!! ;v;