[ExVenor]

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.

This was supposed to be a Hallo'themed' one but I messed it up so here you go. cx

Owner: iBrevity
Name: Zaire
Gender: Stallion
Link to form: XXX
Coat Color: Dark Blue Roan Dun

End date: 12/13/2015
Write a story of their first encounter of their biggest fear. Min. 200 words.

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[aray17]

Dropping out, I feel like others deserve this one more than me

[GhiraWar]

Owner: GhiraWar.
Name: Falling into the Black.
Gender: Stallion.
Personality: Shoro is a calm, antisocial type of stallion who prefers his own company to others. He rarely is seen talking to anyone at all, and avoids talking or being around others in general. That being said, it's very difficult for him to really connect with a person to call his friend or even owner. He's extremely headstrong and stubborn and wants to do what he wants when he wants, and will believe in something and stand by it.
Story: wip

[iBrevity]

Owner:
iBrevity

Name:
Zaire

Gender:
male

Personality:
Zaire is a loud, arrogant stallion with a talent of tossing his head and belittling others with sharp, manipulative words. He comes off as strong-willed and aggressive but in fact this is something of a front; when Zaire is alone, or with those he trusts, his attitude 'settles'. He becomes far more open to conversation, more prone to physical affection and settling in close beside another in their world's caves. He likes the dark, is shy around the light, and prizes his own coat for it allows him to disappear into the shadows. He is confident in his beauty and perhaps this is what makes him so disliked by a majority of the Basilisks he lives close by. He is simply too pigheaded to make friends easily.

The little known secret is that Zaire is actually an excellent friend, once you worm your way beneath his exterior. He is soft-hearted to those he cares for and absolutely selfless; but when around Basilisks that he could like less he is selfish, sharp-tongued, cruel even. Among friends in contrast Zaire is a prized companion for he listens and offers sound advice and would give up anything to make a friend happy.



Story:
When Zaire was very very young and still with his mother she would often take him to the surface during their planet's very short night. She told him this minute period was a precious time for their kind for it was when the surface cooled enough to allow visitors, and the moons that spun around Lucent in a dazzling array sparkled like stones on the ocean's quiet waves. She told him it was the most beautiful thing he would ever see.

She led him from the caverns they called their home and showed him the water and the waves and the stars. It was indeed breathtaking but not in the way his mother had intended; the sight of it stole his breath from his chest, the strength from his limbs. The sheer size of the water, the dazzling color of it, had him shaking.

His mother had told him before of the creatures that lived in the depths of it, strange animals unlike any in the caverns. She had told him stories of those that looked similar to them, with the same vibrant colors and similar textures to their tentacles as basilisks had in their mane and tails. He had learned of the ocean in her stories but never had he known the unimaginable scope of it. Words could not put a distance where there was not even land to mark a wandering eye. When Zaire stared out over the waves he saw nothing but a trembling night sky.

When they returned underground Zaire felt weak with relief. The water he was familiar with, the wet that dripped from the rock walls and formed shallow puddles in dark corners, was a comforting sight. This water did not roar or snarl. It did not carry whispered stories of basilisks lost to its pull, snatched from the beach like prey. His mother sang him lullabies until they both slept but when he woke later that day he crept to the edge of the caverns to spot a glimpse of the ocean that terrorized him.

It had calmed somewhere between then and now, and lapped at sand turned golden by the powerful sun. Zaire squinted at the water, distrusting. Fear coiled like a wet thing along the back of his neck and he shook his head and returned to his mother, begging to stay below for the next week in its entirety.

[399 words]

[Fuscontidox]

Omg that tail <3

I won't be trying out for this one but whoever wins this guy I simply ask for a breeding <3

[Merlin's Heir]

Owner: Merlin's Heir
Name: Falling in Flames // Prince
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Prince is the kind of guy that dwells a lot on the past and doesn't think much about the future. Well, he was. And still is, to some extent, but not nearly as much as he was before. His past "haunts" him, he says, but it doesn't doggedly chase after him or fill in silence between his footfalls, and he does have the peace of mind to think about his future.
Prince is a quiet fellow, not shy or anti-social, but merely having little to say. He isn't much for the whole "friends and family" thing, either. He's something of a nomad, with no real home or herd, just wandering about aimlessly. It had been that way for him for as long as he could remember ― since he ran away from his brother and sister shortly after they were all "born."
This is the past that haunts him. He's afraid, afraid that if he ever meets them again, they'll hate him for abandoning them. He can't remember why he ran off, he only knows that he did. Because of this painful memory, he never lets anyone get too attached to him. He's always on the move, never staying anywhere long enough to leave a mark. He tells himself that it's because he doesn't want to hurt anyone, but the truth, even if he doesn't know it himself, is that he's afraid of hurting himself again, of pushing himself into that deep, dark pit of self-loathing and gnawing guilt that he once lived in. So he is aloof, distant, and seems so completely uncaring and detached from emotion that other Chrys feel almost relieved when he goes on his way.
Story: The day Prince encountered one of his greatest fears was the day he pulled himself out of that deep, dark pit.
It was just another day for him, at first. He was wandering around, looking for a new herd to hang around for a few days. He heard voices and the clip-clop of hooves on the cave floor, and, following the sound, came upon a group of Chrys. They were laughing and joking and rehashing old times, it seemed. They noticed him at the same moment that he recognized one of them. There was one among them, a certain reckless mare, whom Prince quickly realized was his grown-up little sister. A sudden wave of abject terror washed over him and he moved to retreat, but the group of Chrys had already seen him and were approaching to say hello. Prince nervously glanced at his sister, whom one of the other Chrys had called "Aith," but her eyes showed no sign of recognition in them. Prince was greatly relieved, but didn't want to stay long lest his prolonged presence brought back her memory of him.
Though at first they protested, the other Chrys soon accepted Prince's refusal to stick around, so they said farewell and went back to their own business. Prince lingered a moment longer, gazing after his sister. She seemed so happy, so unburdened by their shared past. How did she do it, he wondered. How did she let go of the past? Could he, too, be so carefree and happy someday? As he turned and began walking away, he decided that he would. That, from this day forward, he would not be consumed by his guilt. So he put the bright image of his happy sister in his mind and carried the thought of her with him, to give him hope when he was down, and to remind him that happiness was possible, even for him.

Note on the brother and sister: I created the characters of Faithful (the sister) and Niagra (the brother) when I was trying out for this Chry, who was going to be Faithful. I didn't win, but as a runner-up prize, I was given the Chry I had designed for her companion (Niagra). I decided to keep the story and find other Chrys who could be Faithful and the missing brother. I haven't yet found Faithful, but I think this guy would be perfect for their brother.

[laura.]

Ｏｗｎｅｒ

~Laura

Ｎａｍｅ

Oblivion

Ｇｅｎｄｅｒ

Stallion

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ

Many describe Oblivion as shy, dark and mysterious but he's really not at all. He usually goes out of his way to try and befriend others to prove the common preconception wrong. He is a sweet stallion but an event from a while back has made him a little on edge. He is extremely honest and swears to never tell a lie no matter what the consequences are. His heart also lies wherever he calls home due to a promise to himself made long ago.

Ｓｔｏｒｙ

The day Oblivion discovered his fear was during another, ordinary sunset; or what he presumed it was anyway. He was out 'patrolling' the edge of the pond they called Luka with his two closest mates. He stopped and took a moment to look at the sky which had transformed into a hazy blend of pink, orange, blue and yellow. It was moments like these he favoured the most because even though he was still in the boundaries, somehow he felt free. This moment, however, came to an abrupt stop as a call boomed from the rear horizon. He swung his neck around to see a familiar basilisk-figure in the background. "Come look what I found!" He nodded to the two beside him and made his way over. "What is it Kya?" The foal danced around and grinned, "Follow me, you're gonna love this!" Oblivion rolled his eyes and headed North along with the foal and his other two friends.

"Kya we can't be out this far." She stopped for a moment and turned her head, "Don't worry, we're already here." She then began scaling up a rocky pile; giggling all the way. "I don't think you should be up there," called out Max - oblivion's friend. "Just get your butt up here already, the view is incredible." It was odd hearing a young foal using quite a large word but nevertheless, Oblivion sighed and started making his way up the unstable pile, double-stepping on each rock to make sure it was safe before putting weight on. He made it to the top and fell in awe at what was displayed before him. "Isn't it beautiful?" the foal's eyes glistened at the reflection of the stars patterned across the sunset. Oblivion slowly moved his head, trying to behold what he was seeing. "Now you can get a better view of the sunset" she smiled gracefully before quickly turning her head. She spotted a jagged ledge on the further side of the stone platform and quietly sneaked off. "Thanks Kya...Kya?" Oblivion turned his head away from the sky and caught the cheeky little foal sneaking off. She was trotting over an unstable part of the platform and he could even see small rocks tumbling down the cliff. "Kya, stop!" she planted her hoof right on a loose stone and slipped. Oblivion yelled out from his chest and leaped over to grab her tail just in time. He growled through his teeth and tried to hoist her back up onto the safety of the ledge. "Ow stop! That hurts!" The foal wriggled and shook herself out of his grasp and fell down; the wind taking hold of her. "Kya!" his yell echoed into the distant horizon. Kya fell down to the bottom of the valley there was a loud crack when she hit the bottom.

All the stallion could do was stare down where she fell as the beautiful sunset slowly faded to a dark, misty night sky. Max strolled up to his side and nudged his cheekbone. "Hey, are you oka-" "She just...I think I let go and I.." He took a step back and went to go over into the valley thinking he could save her but Max jumped in front, causing himself to slide down the edge. "Max!" Oblivion shook his head in disbelief, did that really just happen? He took a step back, thinking this must've been just a dream. They couldn't have gone just like that, could they?

"I shouldn't have let her..or him...we shouldn't have come here at all" he spoke through tears and looked to the stars shining in the sky. He proceeded to climb back down on the safe side of the ledge, processing everything. "Hey Oblivion, are you alright?" The black stallion muttered a reply, "Never leave home again."

Oblivion never fully recovered since the loss of those two and suffers from agoraphobia; the fear of leaving home.

[ExVenor]

I'm so sorry I forgot to close this sooner (in future please bump if I forget to close a comp on time cx), unfortunately your form was posted after the closing date Laura but I'll have more designs up soon. :]
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Owner:
iBrevity

Name:
Zaire

Gender:
male

Personality:
Zaire is a loud, arrogant stallion with a talent of tossing his head and belittling others with sharp, manipulative words. He comes off as strong-willed and aggressive but in fact this is something of a front; when Zaire is alone, or with those he trusts, his attitude 'settles'. He becomes far more open to conversation, more prone to physical affection and settling in close beside another in their world's caves. He likes the dark, is shy around the light, and prizes his own coat for it allows him to disappear into the shadows. He is confident in his beauty and perhaps this is what makes him so disliked by a majority of the Basilisks he lives close by. He is simply too pigheaded to make friends easily.

The little known secret is that Zaire is actually an excellent friend, once you worm your way beneath his exterior. He is soft-hearted to those he cares for and absolutely selfless; but when around Basilisks that he could like less he is selfish, sharp-tongued, cruel even. Among friends in contrast Zaire is a prized companion for he listens and offers sound advice and would give up anything to make a friend happy.



Story:
When Zaire was very very young and still with his mother she would often take him to the surface during their planet's very short night. She told him this minute period was a precious time for their kind for it was when the surface cooled enough to allow visitors, and the moons that spun around Lucent in a dazzling array sparkled like stones on the ocean's quiet waves. She told him it was the most beautiful thing he would ever see.

She led him from the caverns they called their home and showed him the water and the waves and the stars. It was indeed breathtaking but not in the way his mother had intended; the sight of it stole his breath from his chest, the strength from his limbs. The sheer size of the water, the dazzling color of it, had him shaking.

His mother had told him before of the creatures that lived in the depths of it, strange animals unlike any in the caverns. She had told him stories of those that looked similar to them, with the same vibrant colors and similar textures to their tentacles as basilisks had in their mane and tails. He had learned of the ocean in her stories but never had he known the unimaginable scope of it. Words could not put a distance where there was not even land to mark a wandering eye. When Zaire stared out over the waves he saw nothing but a trembling night sky.

When they returned underground Zaire felt weak with relief. The water he was familiar with, the wet that dripped from the rock walls and formed shallow puddles in dark corners, was a comforting sight. This water did not roar or snarl. It did not carry whispered stories of basilisks lost to its pull, snatched from the beach like prey. His mother sang him lullabies until they both slept but when he woke later that day he crept to the edge of the caverns to spot a glimpse of the ocean that terrorized him.

It had calmed somewhere between then and now, and lapped at sand turned golden by the powerful sun. Zaire squinted at the water, distrusting. Fear coiled like a wet thing along the back of his neck and he shook his head and returned to his mother, begging to stay below for the next week in its entirety.

[399 words]

Congrats I really love your story it seemed like a fitting fear for this guy. ^u^

I'd like to offer an RU to Merlin's Heir for being the only other completed form and I'd love to help you get one piece closer to your story. PM me for details. c:

[iBrevity]

ah thank you so much, I just love Zaire's mane and tail <333