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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: Cavy's Girl
Name: Giltine
Gender: mare
Link to form: |link|
Coat Color: black roan overo
Skelly markings have a 25% of passing on to foals

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!]

[bearlygrunge]

ohhho, myyy.

you've outdone yourself! /heart eyes.

this basilisk shall be a male & his shall be Décès.

i will begin to plot out his story. :33

[iBrevity]

res cx

[chaton,]

Owner: Lyrebird
Name:
Gender: Stallion
Task: Res owo probably gonna use free spot for this gorgeous

[FireIceHeart]

Owner: FireIceHeart
Name: Greaper
Gender: Stallion
Task: freebie spot! Greaper's First Memories! (or how he remembers it)! -gives tissues-

I stamped my hoofs against the concrete ground. I look around the barn that we are all kept In swishing my mane from side to side. I want my mother. I cannot help the tears fall from my eyes as I think about what they did to her, don't think about it. I tell my self pacing the barn frantically whinnying out into the cold night, For anyone to help us out of our misery. My cries continue night after night, Others in the stables begin to join in with my desperate pleas for salvation. We watch as other foals get dragged away never to return and fear creeps up over my whole body. why don't they return?? what happens to the other foals? I can almost hear my mother whispering words in both my ears can picture her voice and touch.

After days of crying out I can hear raised voices from outside the windowless stables. I dare to hope and squint my eyes as blinding daylight gleams into them it had been days since I had seen the beautiful light of day or felt the wind course through my long flowing mane. A youngish women with glasses and shoulder length hair. Walks up to me with her hand out stretched, I am wary at first but something tells me to trust her and I slowly take a pace forward still a little weary and allow her to pat my black and white fur on my neck. "You are safe little one know one will harm you again ... my beautiful Greaper."

[OutdatedBoombox]

Owner:
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Resssss

[Astraela]

Owner: laredo
Name:
Gender:
Task:

Mark

[Queen Vivane]

Owner: Queen Chrysalis
Name: Freeze
Gender: Stallion
Task:
The game (Free spot task)
I crept slowly toward the black foal. Stopping whenever he looked back toward me. Laughing softly I began slowly creeping forward once more, getting closer and closer until I was able to gently poke his side. The black foal squealed and dashed away. The giddiness apparently seeping into his legs and sending him tumbling head over hooves to land in a black and white heap on the floor. I winced in sympathy but tried to not to laugh as Freeze stood and slowly looked around, most likely hoping nobody had seen his little tumble.

I snorted and then dissolved into full blown laughter. Freeze's head whipped round to stare at me disdainfully and I laughed even harder, arms wrapping around my stomach as I hunched over slightly. The lanky black colt snorted in disgust and ignored me.

He'd grown so much from the day he'd first been brought home, the black colt was taller and fuller now. He'd been underweight and so tiny when I'd first brought him to the yard. I smiled as Freeze forgot his disgust and came to tuck himself against my side, seeking my now familiar touch. I gently ran my hand through his long black and white mane, feeling the coarse hair run against my fingers without snagging. Sometimes all a neglected soul needed was a bit of TLC, grooming had brought Freeze and I closer together and he tended to groom me right back while I ran my body brush either over his coat or through his mane and tail.

"Looking at you now, who would have you'd been kept in some basement by creeps" I murmured as he laid his horned head on my lap, staring up at me with deep soulful eyes. He chirped questioningly, "alright alright, back to the game then" I laughed. Freeze moved off of my lap and then dashed away.

Standing up, I turned so my back was facing the black colt and listened carefully. There was a questioning noise.

"3" I called out to him, turning slightly as I did.

We repeated the processes until I felt him nudge my back with his velvety soft nose. He chirped once more and I turned with a grin.

"It's dinnertime" I called out giving chase as he squealed and ran, he was pure joy in motion and I love him all the more for it.

So basically in the story. Isabela and Freeze are playing a variant of what time is it mr wolf. A fun little playground game <3

[Tart]

Owner: Tart
Name: Tykon
Gender: Stallion
Task:

[nice]

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Task:
definite res