[noreptiles_]

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: ShadyBro
Name: Blue Nightingale
Gender: stallion [demiguy]
Link to form: |link|
Coat Color: blue taffy (silver bay) roan w/ lacing

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!]

[ShadyBro]

Oh wow how gorgeous, Im in love with that mane <333

Name: Blue Nightingale
Gender: Demiguy

[ShadyBro]

First Encounter

"The center was a hectic place when I finally got there. I knew I should have arrived earlier. People were running around the obstacle course of stalls and makeshift pens, trying to pull foals around in all directions at once. The noise and heat were unbearable due to the building being so full. I dont think I had ever seen it like this. I almost wanted to turn around and go home, but then I remembered why I was here. They had a foal waiting for me. I dont know how they had picked him out, but I did know that someone had to of tipped them off as to what kinda Chrys I liked, because when they told me he was a blue taffy I just about squealed. Ah, who was I kidding, I did, I squealed like a little school girl. Do you blame me though, I mean a blue taffy is my dream Chry haha. I passed pens upon pens of tiny, malnourished foals, barely able to stand and too tired to even notice the commotion that would have sent a healthy foal running. It seems it was a bigger raid than I had thought. I checked the ticket in my hand again, anxious to get over there and get out as soon as I could. His pen was in section 13 Z. Great, all the way in the back, just my luck. I made my way towards my section, but it was slow going. Lost of gates were being moved around to corral rambunctious chrys, and there was still the usual adoptions of adult chrys going on to add the the insanity. After nearly being trampled to death several times I was finally standing at the front of the gate. I slipped through and checked the hastily scribbled pen number on my ticket. Like most sections, 13 Z was set up with one long dirt path, with stone stalls on either side, black wrought iron bars on the sides to keep the chrys separated from each other. They hadnt put many of the foals all the way back here, so it was pretty easy to find the florescent pink card with my foals number printed on it. I made my way past the other trainers and adopters and finally looked into the pen. The poor thing was worse off than most of the others, shivering and curled up in the back corner. I opened his gate and his head sprung up, obviously wary of my presence. He pined his ears back and snorted as I closed the gate and latched it, trying my best to keep my eyes on him just in case. His horns were tiny, but they would still hurt if he decided to ram into me with them. I walked over to him gently, and made a soft chuffing sound under my breath. My other chrys had always seemed to respond positively to the noise, though I had never seen anyone else do it, so Im sure I earned some weird looks. It worked fairly well on the foal as well, and he flipped his ears back toward me and wiggled his nose, cocking his head to the side like a confused dog. He rolled his body a bit and propped himself up on his elbows, struggling to stand. Pulling out a small treat from my pocket I continued calling to him, and he slowly approached me. He snatched the treat, a small radish, out of my hands with lightning speed, end then began to nose my pockets for more. I was surprised at his sudden change in attitude at first, but thats just like a chry to read a humans intents that easily. I rubbed his nose and scratched under his chin, laughing and nuzzling my darling boy. We had an instant connection unlike one I had with any of my other chrys, who had taken years to gain true friendship with. Our little connection was broken suddenly however, and he jerked back and raced towards the back of his pen once again. I looked around to see what had spooked him and saw that several adult chrys had broken the gate on their conjoined stall, and were stampeding into the crowds. I figured it would only be a matter of time before the poor creatures were affected by this, but I had hoped to be here and gone by the time it happened. I turned behind me and pulled one of the steal benches in front of the gate and rushed back over to my foal, who was still cowaring in fear. He snorted at me and snapped his teeth, telling me in absolute clarity to back off. I only half listened, and sat down a few feet from him, tossing another radish in his direction. It took a while for him to calm down enough to gobble it up, but once he had he immediately began sniffing me for more. I fed him another and spoke to him until he was relaxed again, and then the loud speakers came on. 'We are currently unable to evacuate the the building. Please remain calm, and stay where you are. If at all possible, take shelter.' ...Take shelter? I though to myself. From what? And then I heard the snap of another metal bar break. I sat up and peered over the side of the stall, the cool metal of the bars on my face. Several more chry and even a few foals had broken out of their makeshift pens, the aluminum obviously not built to hold such powerful animals. People were rushing around like crazy trying to capture their own chrys, and some people had even jumped in the mix in an unsuccessful attempt to help. I looked at my foal, who had layed back down and rested his head on my lap, and sighed. We would be here a while."

[ShadyBro]

Gaining Trust

"It was several hours before we could finally get home. My foal was an anxious mess, and refused to come near anyone. It was hell getting him into the trailer, even with the center finally empty and calm. I tried getting him to relax and come near me but he stayed huddled in a corner, shivering and snorting, his ears pinned back to his neck. I closed the gate and hopped into the front seat, and started up the long drive back to Neverland Stables.
We arrived home around midnight, and the wind was going crazy. It looked like another storm had come up the shores, and waves were crashing onto the side of the barn as the tide grew ever higher. Rain pelted me like bullets as I rushed to grab my foal. He ducked and dodged me at every turn, refusing to be caught. I was frustrated and annoyed with him, and ended up just jumping at him and looping the rope around his small horns. It was enough to keep his head still so I could get a lead around his neck, so I didnt even bother with a halter. He headbutted me and stomped his hooves, draining the last of his energy trying to defend himself. I half led half dragged him out towards the barn, and he whipped and kicked and struggled with everything he had as soon as his hooves touched the rushing flood water. Even once he was inside the barn he was still screeching and struggling to get away. I pulled him into the closest stable and snapped the gate shut, collapsing on the stall floor next to him. I looked over at him and chuffed weakly, but he didnt respond. I sighed and rested my head against the gate, shrugging my wet jacket off and slipping my feet out of my water logged boots. I closed my eyes for only a second, and drifted off to sleep.
The next morning, I awoke to the sound of pounding hooves. I jumped up and looked to see Aquis and Luc, the most rambunctious trouble makers of the herd, running loose in the barn. I jumped up and saw my new foal snapping and scratching at the ground, backed into a corner by the two gigantic beasts. I yelled at them, trying to get their attention away from the poor foal, but they were set on defending their territory from the 'intruder'. I grabbed my crop and ran over to them, swatting at Luc's flank to get them to move. A few razor sharp teeth snapped at me as I stood between them and the foal, and Aquis even managed to grab the crop right out of my hands. I stood there, two giant beasts hovering over me threateningly, and put my palms out toward them. They were set in prey drive, and I swear you could see the overwhelming desire to kill pour out of their glowing eyes. I put my head down and looked away, reaching my palms out toward their drooling muzzles, shaking where I stood. Everything seemed to grow still and quiet as my hands rested upon the soft velvety noses of my two raging beasts. I looked back at them as they stood easy and clam, acting as if nothing had even happened. I smirked and gave them each a good pat before yapping at them to get back to their stalls. They lazily wandered back to their gates and began busily munching on leftover pieces of their last meal. I turned towards my foal, still shaking, pure fear overwhelming his body. I knelled down in front of him and tossed the lead back around his neck, reached my hand out towards him. He kept his head down and approached cautiously, his whiskers tickling my wrist as he sniffed at me. I ran a hand over his neck, combing my fingers through his muddied mane as he relaxed. Our connection was renewed as I realized he had once again felt the bond of trust between human and beast."

[ShadyBro]

First Feeding

"The first night I met my foal, he had taken food from me out of pure starvation. Now that he had scrounged around and eaten what he could, he was no longer willing to trust me as blatantly as he had. Granted, our little adventures had proven to him that I was no threat, but that was a lot different than truly trusting someone. He had to understand that I was not his owner or controller, but his partner and friend. I had learned long ago that a Chry wasnt to be trained like a normal equine, but rather taught that I would accept them as they would accept me, that is was a mutual relationship that required equal parts from each of us. The young foal had never known a human in that way of course, and in fact probably had only known them to be more evil than the worst of Chrys. He would come around eventually, but for now I needed to get certain boundaries placed. I stood over the gate to his stall, and he paced a bit before nervously walking up to me. I reached my hand out towards him and his muzzle grazed my fingertips, but the confidence I was looking for wasnt there. I sighed and pulled another radish out of the treat bucket, as I had for many days, hoping he would finally be willing to take it out of my hands. He snorted and paced, leaning from his front to back hooves, very unsure and confused. I could tell he wanted the treat, it was his favorite of foods, but he didnt want to give in. It was a mixture of stubbornness and fear that held him back, and I wasnt entirely sure how to break that. I decided to just toss the radish to his feet rather than putting it back in the bucket as I had every other time, and he attacked it in an almost prey driven frenzy. I chuckled and held another out to him. He stared into my eyes, and I could tell we was truly contemplating taking it from me. He was still wary, but closer than before. I picked a leaf from the stem of the treat and tossed it forward. He snapped it in mid air, and came ever closer to me. For a second, he paused, his head cocked to the side as he pinned his eyes on the treat. He squinted, his ears flicking, and in another second the radish was gone. I looked at him in a stunned silence, and once the realization had hit me I beamed. We spent the afternoon playing catch with the radishes, and he even let me feed him some mash right out of my palm. By the end of the day, the barrier between us had been broken down, and he had come to understand our relationship as human and beast."

[ShadyBro]

The Naming

"A month or so later, the foal and I had grown very close. Our bond had strengthened as he grew to trust me more and more, and I learned he had a very unique personality. His time spent being abused and neglected had not been forgotten, but rather forgiven, and he carried no weight from the memories. Today however, I had something very special planned for him. It was finally time for him to earn his name. Like all of the chrys at Neverland Stables, names are very important. They are earned over time, only after their true character is shown, and is discussed by the whole herd before being permanently chosen. My darling little foal wasnt quite as little anymore, and now that the herd had grown to accept him, we were ready to learn his name. I walked out the the barn, stuffing a few radishes in my pocket. I had tried to find another treat for him but he preferred the radishes over everything else, oddly enough. I tossed one up in the air over his stall gate, and watched as he sprung up in the air and snapped it up in his jaws. The clop of all four hooves hitting the ground was accompanied by the loud crunching of the treat, and within seconds his nose appeared over the edge of the gate, sniffing around for another. I smiled unlatched the lock, snapping a lead onto his halter and led him outside to the shoreline pasture, where the rest of the herd was waiting patiently. He looked up to me, his eyes gleaming with curiosity, cocking his head to the side and letting out a small whiny as we approached the beach. I rubbed his neck and pat his nose gently, making little chuff sounds to assure and calm him. Once we were inside the fence I removed his halter and laid it over the gate, giving him free rein to run and play as pleased for now. I walked up the the herd and greeted everyone with treats and nose rubs. They understood what was happening, and some even seemed excited to be a part of it. After a while the foal tired himself out and returned to the group, eager to find out what was in store for him. I walked farther out into the water, letting the gentle waves run over my feet. The herd followed, splashing each other nonchalantly. We gathered in a circle, the little foal glued to my hip out of sheer nervousness, and calmed our minds. It seemed like only seconds had passed, but by the time I opened my eyes the night was alive with the glow of the full moon, and the water lapped up to my waist as high tide pulled in. The foal was set in the middle of the circle, swimming lazily to keep his back up above the waves, his glowing eyes illuminating the water. A bright flash went off in my head a split second later, and it was clear the herd had decided upon the foals new name. He was to be known now and forever as The Blue Nightingale. The light faded and the water receded as the herd bowed in respect to the beautiful stallion. I rushed forward wrapped my arms around his neck until he stopped shivering, tossing my coat over his back to help with the chills. I rubbed his nose and coddled him, beaming with pride for my baby boy Blue."

[noreptiles_]

congrats, your babe has grown! <3
I loved reading your stories, and "the naming" was nicely done

[ShadyBro]

Ah thank you so much, my little darling looks beautiful <3 Im in love with the colors and patterns you chose for him hun ^^