[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

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.

Owner: Schainukan
Name: Laitté
Gender: stallion
Link to form: |link|
Coat Color: blue roan blanket appaloosa

The story goes like this;
A human trapper had stolen many chrysaora foals and was selling them in a underground black market. A organization of people stopped him and rescued the foals, and are now trying to adopt them out. Each of the foals needs an experienced owner to love and raise them. We're counting on you, the members of the chry community, to give these babes a second chance at life.

Tasks:
- first encounter
- gaining trust
- first feeding
- free spot [make it original!]

[paradise,]

this babe looks so cute, thanks crumpled! c:

i will get back to you with info shortly. ^^

[allinian]

eek, super cute bab, congrats! :3

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

you've have not completed a acceptable requirement. this foal is now going to be adopted out and grown. you cannot try to adopt this foal, however you can try to adopt another that was not completed.

[Fuscontidox]

Owner: Fuscontidox
Name: Hizzel (Hiss-Elle)
Gender: Stallion
Task:

First encounter:

After long weeks of news cast after news cast, interview after interview, and interigation after interigation, I just can't explain in simple words how hard it was for me, how complex the situation became with every waking moment. No, I was not apart of the Chrysaorah kidnapping, they had it all wrong, I've worked with Chrysaorah's for years, I'm a well known trainer and habitat specialist, yet there I sat in a room with nothing but a steel table and metal chair set, a one sided mirror on one wall and a dull light above. They expected me to give in, to say I had committed something I was a victim to. They found me at the wrong moment in the wrong time, what had been me watching my own bloom and future foals, turned into a police investigation as to why I had a plethora of foals in a pond. But that wasn't why the investigation was pointed towards me, it had begun on a night of cold temperatures when I caught as someone entered my property with the shells used for moving eggs from one place to another, scooping up eggs, as I screamed and hollered chasing them down. Watching in horror as my sweet, sweet mare, the dam of the bloom of foals in the pond, took a stand as the acting mother she was, attempting to control the monster who dared near her eggs, the mysterious masked monster, as they raised the arm of a demon they were, and shooting her through the head from the soft part of under her jaw through to the top of her beautiful silvery head and ocean forelock. I scream, and run at them, taking shot gun in my hand as I purposefully missed in order to simply scare them, telling them to hand over the eggs before I shot their face off and took them myself. Obviously someone called the cops and had me arrested as I took my eggs back and laid them in the pond, soothing my mare as she tried to hold on to her conscience state even after the blow to her.

They were confenscated from my home, and placed in a group of other eggs that had been restored from those who had taken them for the black market. As soon as I was released, it had been too late, as many of the eggs that had been from my single pair of Chrys had been adopted out with the rest, I fought to sue the police who had gone about the entire mess the wrong way, they couldn't apologies enough for what they did. As it had been the foals of one of my personal pairs, through the entire process of law suits and custody, I retrieved back one of what had been taken from me.

So I stand here now, with one of my most prized possessions, my little Hizzel, as I watch him snuggle into his stall where his mother once stayed, remembering my most loving and my closest bonded mare I had. And I suddenly understood the story of Nemo, and to the fullest, livid at the pain and searing loss I experienced, as I watched my sweet darling gaze at me with the very eyes and look I had been so used to, the look of comforting, that everything will be alright, the very one I had watched dissolve away in the eyes of his mother as she died in my arms.

[Schainukan]

Owner: Schainukan
Name: Laitté
Gender: Stallion
Task: Gaining trust
Laitté, alone the name almost brings a scowl to my face. Never have I seen such a young, sassy and troublesome Chry as this very foal. Stubborn as a mule one might say and with a will strong enough to move whole mountains. Yes, we certainly haven't had the greatest first encounter and it definitely isn't easy with him. Having demands like a grown up, constantly behaving like a little prince.

It's been a month since he moved into my stable and we still aren't the best pair yet and far from becoming anything close to that. In fact, we are far from grooming and nuzzling ones hair, how you would say in equine terms. There are little times Laitté actually listens for once and does what I am telling him to. However, most of the other times it's a human quarreling with a Chry, an odd sight enough. Who's the one to blame or for that, at fault, you ask? Honestly, it would be both of us. I'm pretty sure, not only I, but he as well realizes both our behavior might not be the best with each other.
If the little colt would just be a little bit more honest and less cocky, it would make this whole tensed situation and atmosphere so much easier. Truly, I have a hard time knowing how to act around him lately. His temper isn't making it any better to work with him either. Swiftly he gets bored of something or doesn't even want to do something from the very start. Strictly rejects it by shaking his head, whining, lashing his plume as well as stomping his hooves. Definitely, he's not going easy on me.

However, me being a very understanding person, I'm slowly coming to a loss of possibilities how to deal with him. Honestly, I don't know how to continue this. His behavior, with no certain and still unknown source, is eating at me. Irritating me highly. There are a few times of me simply sitting on a bench in the stables and pondering my head until its running hot. Despair seeping through.
There are times, where I honestly wonder if I made the right choice at picking this Chry and not another. But, there was something that captured me as I saw him, that I adored from the very moment I laid my eyes upon him. A low fire flickering in his eyes, the spirit of life, a spark strong enough to ablaze into a sea of flames. Who would have known exactly this fire will be mine to tame?

As the second month passed, confusion still nagged at me. Laitté hasn't made any sign of improvement. In the end, was it really my fault? It was just a moment as this ridiculous question popped up in my head and with anger bubbling inside against myself I quickly dismissed it. I released a long and deep sigh, "Just what should I do...?" I asked out loud.
It was then that a shadow fell over one side of my face and sudden movement caught me off-guard. It was exactly this stallion I pondered about which had lowered down his head next to me and a strand of forelock tickling my cheek. Slightly my lips formed to a goofish grin as his mane was pretty ticklish. However, in a swift manner I remained my usual pokerface I had around him as I saw the sharp gaze of his looking straight at me.

It took me a few heartbeats to realize that this so seemingly serious gaze was one with a depth, as calm as the sea itself. I was literally speechless at Laitté's action. Silence, the only sound audible was the one of our breaths. The Chry's eyes not leaving mine. Was he, worried? I thought astonished. Slowly and with the greatest care, I rose my hand up to pat the side of his muzzle. My hands trembling so lightly with uncertainty. However, just inches apart, he pulled his head up again and walked over to nibble on his hay.
To others, this might have been disappointing, but to me, it was something silently shared. It was a help as well as an answer. He had noticed my unsureness and, even if this sounds hilarious, he might even had thought about his own behavior and came to the conclusion he wasn't doing the best. On the other hand, he told me he wasn't ready yet to be patted.
Laitté gave me hope again, reassured and assured me that I have done nothing wrong. Strengthen me at the fact that my choice was well worth it, that he was worth it.

From then on, very slowly but with a tenderness it gotten easier and easier to work with Laitté. And I finally understood his former way of acting. It wasn't fright that had lead him to behave like that, it was the fact the Chry thought none would care about him, that he would be nonrelevant and so he searched the best working way how to get attention. Certainly, acting like a troubleshooter worked very well. Much like a teenager kid would do, him being nothing more than that. The stallion had gotten much better now though, realizing he was cared about and keep holding up that bad behavior any longer was of no use, but worrying the person that kept coming into his box.

I am now even allowed to pet and groom him and we are currently working on halter training.

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

Owner: Schainukan
Name: Laitté
Gender: Stallion
Task: Gaining trust
Laitté, alone the name almost brings a scowl to my face. Never have I seen such a young, sassy and troublesome Chry as this very foal. Stubborn as a mule one might say and with a will strong enough to move whole mountains. Yes, we certainly haven't had the greatest first encounter and it definitely isn't easy with him. Having demands like a grown up, constantly behaving like a little prince.

It's been a month since he moved into my stable and we still aren't the best pair yet and far from becoming anything close to that. In fact, we are far from grooming and nuzzling ones hair, how you would say in equine terms. There are little times Laitté actually listens for once and does what I am telling him to. However, most of the other times it's a human quarreling with a Chry, an odd sight enough. Who's the one to blame or for that, at fault, you ask? Honestly, it would be both of us. I'm pretty sure, not only I, but he as well realizes both our behavior might not be the best with each other.
If the little colt would just be a little bit more honest and less cocky, it would make this whole tensed situation and atmosphere so much easier. Truly, I have a hard time knowing how to act around him lately. His temper isn't making it any better to work with him either. Swiftly he gets bored of something or doesn't even want to do something from the very start. Strictly rejects it by shaking his head, whining, lashing his plume as well as stomping his hooves. Definitely, he's not going easy on me.

However, me being a very understanding person, I'm slowly coming to a loss of possibilities how to deal with him. Honestly, I don't know how to continue this. His behavior, with no certain and still unknown source, is eating at me. Irritating me highly. There are a few times of me simply sitting on a bench in the stables and pondering my head until its running hot. Despair seeping through.
There are times, where I honestly wonder if I made the right choice at picking this Chry and not another. But, there was something that captured me as I saw him, that I adored from the very moment I laid my eyes upon him. A low fire flickering in his eyes, the spirit of life, a spark strong enough to ablaze into a sea of flames. Who would have known exactly this fire will be mine to tame?

As the second month passed, confusion still nagged at me. Laitté hasn't made any sign of improvement. In the end, was it really my fault? It was just a moment as this ridiculous question popped up in my head and with anger bubbling inside against myself I quickly dismissed it. I released a long and deep sigh, "Just what should I do...?" I asked out loud.
It was then that a shadow fell over one side of my face and sudden movement caught me off-guard. It was exactly this stallion I pondered about which had lowered down his head next to me and a strand of forelock tickling my cheek. Slightly my lips formed to a goofish grin as his mane was pretty ticklish. However, in a swift manner I remained my usual pokerface I had around him as I saw the sharp gaze of his looking straight at me.

It took me a few heartbeats to realize that this so seemingly serious gaze was one with a depth, as calm as the sea itself. I was literally speechless at Laitté's action. Silence, the only sound audible was the one of our breaths. The Chry's eyes not leaving mine. Was he, worried? I thought astonished. Slowly and with the greatest care, I rose my hand up to pat the side of his muzzle. My hands trembling so lightly with uncertainty. However, just inches apart, he pulled his head up again and walked over to nibble on his hay.
To others, this might have been disappointing, but to me, it was something silently shared. It was a help as well as an answer. He had noticed my unsureness and, even if this sounds hilarious, he might even had thought about his own behavior and came to the conclusion he wasn't doing the best. On the other hand, he told me he wasn't ready yet to be patted.
Laitté gave me hope again, reassured and assured me that I have done nothing wrong. Strengthen me at the fact that my choice was well worth it, that he was worth it.

From then on, very slowly but with a tenderness it gotten easier and easier to work with Laitté. And I finally understood his former way of acting. It wasn't fright that had lead him to behave like that, it was the fact the Chry thought none would care about him, that he would be nonrelevant and so he searched the best working way how to get attention. Certainly, acting like a troubleshooter worked very well. Much like a teenager kid would do, him being nothing more than that. The stallion had gotten much better now though, realizing he was cared about and keep holding up that bad behavior any longer was of no use, but worrying the person that kept coming into his box.

I am now even allowed to pet and groom him and we are currently working on halter training.

somehow i missed this babe.. congrats!