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What are Khimaira Friesians?
Khimaira Friesians are a "normal" friesian breed with all characteristics of a friesian and a average height from 15 to 17 hands, but even 18 hands can occur. The first born Khimaira was mistaked for a chimera horse. But a genetic test showed otherwise, there wasn't a second DNA but a complete new and unknown gen. Because this gen makes the friesian look like a chimera it was named khimaira. khimaira doesn't produce a complete new dna coat and therefor it can only lighten or darken the base coat of the horse. Till now only the paint khimaira is known that makes the khimaira coloration looks like tobiano, overo, sabino or splash. But we believe that there will be more khimaira variations out there and we still try to breed them. Appaloosas are not known till now, but we have some great friesian mixed horses with appaloosa patterns, so we are sure to deliver them to you in a short amount of time.

Mother: Foundation
Father: Foundation
Owner: Keen
Show Name: Cinnamon Sugar
Barn Name: Sugar
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 Years Old
Height: 17hh
Color: Flea-bitten Grey (Chestnut) + Blood Mark (shoulder)
Genetics: ee Ae GG
- will always pass on grey (GG)

Here's my first adopt as an adoptable artist! A lot of confusion went into the making of this girl xD She's an extremely flea-bitten mare for sure :3

To get her, tell me about their worst enemy.

[Keen]

Owner:
KEEN. KEEN IS THE OWNER.

Show Name:
KEEN'S HORSE
or

Whichever works.

Barn Name:
KEEN'S
or


Gender:
Mare

Age:
7 years old

Halter color:
Teal

Pearl/jewel color (halter):
Turquoise

Story/Description/etc:
Additional Characters:
Xerox

Cinnamon Sugar x Xerox

The sunrise was glorious. Pinks, yellows, and purples all flashed
across the sky in a showy display. Sugar gazed out over the
meadow, in awe of the splendor of the sky. She closed her eyes
and breathed deeply of the scent of the morning; the clover
flowers in the meadow, the dew on the grass, the pines in the
forest nearby... All of these combined to fill her with a sense of
joy in the morning air. She lowered her head to sniff the clover
and began to graze. After a while she became thirsty. She
slowly moved toward the stream that cut through her meadow.
The water was icy cold and crystal clear. She had followed it
once to see where it came from. She had discovered that it
bubbled up through rocks from underground. She drank long
and deeply from the cold water, feeling the chill reach her
stomach. After she was sated, she turned to walk back out to
the clover patch.
She stopped short. There was a large shadow behind an oak
tree. She watched warily as the shadow moved out from behind
the tree. Before her stood a handsome stallion. But... he had
horns? Sugar shook her head and blinked. Yes, he really did
have horns. She had never seen a horse with horns before. But
he was handsome...
The stallion looked at her with an expression that made her
uncomfortable. She shifted her weight back onto her hind legs,
preparing to leave. But he stepped forward, as if to stop her.
His look became a leer.
"C-can I help y-you?" Sugar stammered nervously.
The big gray stallion tossed his head, his silver mane catching
the morning sunlight. He really was handsome...
"You sure can, beautiful," the visitor said. He walked toward
her, a confidence in his stride. "I would like to know where the
best patch of clover is. I am hungry, and I only want the best."
He looked her up and down.
Sugar started to get angry. "This is my meadow, sir, and I would
thank you to leave." She raised her head proudly and trotted
away, tail up and feet high.
The gray followed after her, not even needing to trot to keep
up with her. He was so tall. She shook her head. It doesn't
matter, you foolish girl. He is a creep. Walk away.
"Now, now, don't be like that, sugar," the stallion purred.
She pulled up short. "How do you know my name?" She
demanded of him.
"Oh? Is that your name? Sugar?" The gray cocked an eyebrow at
her. "A fitting name for such a filly as you."
Ugh. She pulled a face and walked away again.
"Go away, please," she said as she turned.
"No chance of that any time soon," he said, and she could hear
the smile in his voice, although she could not see him. "You are
a little too interesting for me to just walk away from."
She ignored him and began to graze in her clover patch.
The gray stallion came up beside her, standing too close for
personal preference, and began to graze with her. Sugar jerked
her head up and stepped away. "What are you doing?" She was
starting to get irritated.
"I assumed you brought me here to show me what I was looking
for: the best patch of clover," he replied with a shrug of his
massive shoulders.
"No, I did not. I am trying to get away from you," she rolled
her eyes and snorted.
The stallion looked at her sideways for a long moment. "You
know," he began. "I think I know what your problem is."
Sugar's eyes narrowed. "That you are a pushy, arrogant,
puffed-up stallion who's ego is too big for his head?"
He blinked. "No," he said, stepping closer again. "I think.... I
think you are afraid to listen to your feelings. I think you want
to know more about the big handsome gray stud in your
meadow, but that you are afraid he is too much for you to
handle."
Her face showed shock for an instant, then took on a more
languid expression. "You know..." She moved closer to him,
brushing his side with hers as she walked by him. "I think you
may be right." She circled him slowly, swishing her tail at him.
The stallion's eyes lit up. "Do you?"
"I think maybe that is just the thing," she whispered into his
ear. She came around him, stopping her circling. She looked
back over her shoulder at him. "Or, maybe the thing is that you
are a puffed-up, arrogant, egotistical stallion who needs to be
knocked down a peg or three."
She bucked, hooves flying out and connecting with his shoulder.
She then ran off into the forest, leaving the stranger nursing his
shoulder, and pride, in solitude.

[fall out boy,]

owner; ~SpeakOfTheDevil~
show name; MSS Magnificent Dawn Of Venus
barn name; Bellezza
b. name meaning; 'beauty' in Italian
gender; mare
age; three and a half years old
halter color; surprise c:
jewel + pearl color; surprise c:
description;

[Marsh]

Owner: Marsh
Show Name: It's The Voices
Barn Name: Quinn
Gender: mare
Age: 6
Halter color:
Pearl/jewel color (halter):
Story/Description/etc:

Absolute res (therefore a wip)!!

[HowlingHooves]

Owner: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Doomsday Reiteration
Barn Name: Apocalypse
Gender: mare
Age: 6 years
Halter color: Maroon
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Gold
Story/Description/etc: wip..

[NeriHyuga]

Slots:
1.
2.
3.
4.
5.

[Phina Wolf]

Owner: PHINA WOOOOOOLLLLF
Show Name: Rose Bitten by the Frost
Barn Name: Rose
Gender: mare
Age: 5
Halter color: surprise?
Pearl/jewel color (halter): surprise?
Story/Description/etc: Rose's worst enemy is....

wip

Yes. Those three letters. Let me tell you why. Whenever anyone posts those three letters, she knows that there is a good chance that whatever was before those letters, art, a story, a form, anything, will never be finished. EVER. People don't do it intentionally, it just happens. People forget, or loose motivation. And she veneer gets to see the finished product, which maker see very sad, especially when the sketch or draft is amazing. So that is why...

wip








Jk. That is why Rose hates the letters W I P.

[L.V.L]

I'm dropping out of this.
Figuring out her worst enemy is making me start figuring out mine.
So I think this one isn't a good one for me.
But good luck to the rest of you!! ^-^

[jesdar16]

Owner: jesdar16
Show Name: Wild And Free
Barn Name: Allara
Gender: mare
Age: 6 years
Halter color: Keep
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Keep
Story/Description/etc:
The wind, curling gracefully through the tall oak trees, whispered in the mare's speckled ear. She flicked them, tuning them to the song of the rushing air. Her eyes, as bright and golden as the sun's rays flitting across her back, were fixed firmly on the far fence while she grazed. The wind rushed past again, chilling her as it whistled through her thin speckled coat. Its song rose to more than a gentle melody as it picked up speed.
Lifting her head, still chewing a mouthful of delicious, fresh ranch grass, she gazed out upon the massive plots of paddocks. The barn was a mere red speck, and acres upon acres of fresh pasture rolled out before her. Distant whinnies faintly brushed her ear fur as horses raised their heads to call out to horses in the neighboring paddocks.
The mare felt it all - the freedom, the rush of adrenaline, as she stood there upon the tallest hill in the paddock. She looked down upon her fellow horses, grazing below her on the flatter grass. The hills themselves seemed to move as the wind wreathed through it, rippling the grass like breath on water. Her mane and tail were caught by the wind and blown forwards, and she raised her head proudly. Letting out a whinny, reared, slashing her hooves in the air. Her proud gaze scanned the landscape as she plunged down the hillside, racing along, her hooves pounding the ground. Her legs ate up the distance between her and the far fence as she galloped, her mane whipping back and forth in the wind.
Horses around her raised their heads curiously to see this speckled mare. One of them followed, her coat as black as the night sky, green eyes flashing dangerously. A smirk appeared on her face as she raced up behind the mare, staying directly behind her. The dark mare's sharp teeth glinted in the sun as she opened her mouth and dropped her head. Her face was whipped by the fleabitten mare's tail, but her mouth made contact with the speckled horse's rump and clamped tight. Her ears flipped back and the mare whirled around, but just to see a raven black mare grazing peacefully a horse-length away. Angry, the headstrong fleabitten mare turned to nurse her wound. There were deep teethmarks in it, and the pride in her gaze gave way to cold anger.
"What was that for, Raven?" She snorted, stomping up to the dark mare. Raven looked up, her gaze reflecting nothing but shock and hurt.
"What are you talking about, Allara? I didn't do anything to you!" She protested, her ears flipping back.
"Don't lie to me, Raven." Allara retorted, her ears pressed against her head in anger. "You bit me!" She whirled around to show the angry red bite mark on her flank. "Don't tell me you don't know where this came from!"
"Well, I don't!" Raven replied, her voice shrill with fear. "I didn't put that mark on your flank! Why would I do such a thing?"
"Because... because.. because you're Raven!" Allara fumbled over her words. Raven was turning the situation around and making it seem like SHE was to blame! Anger coursed through the speckled mare, and embarrassment. The other mares in the paddock had strolled up, gazing at her with a mixture of contempt and anger. They all clearly thought she was accusing Raven unfairly.
"I don't know about you," Raven tossed her mane in contempt. "But I'd get some real proof before accusing someone of something they didn't do." Her glittering green gaze met with Allara's, full of hatred. Soon the dark mare disappeared in a throng of horses and out of view.
Allara's head drooped. All the fight had left her now, and her mane lay flat against her neck like a dying leaf. All she could think of was Raven's green gaze, burning with hatred. Hatred and insanity.

[Keen]

Owner: PHINA WOOOOOOLLLLF
Show Name: Rose Bitten by the Frost
Barn Name: Rose
Gender: mare
Age: 5
Halter color: surprise?
Pearl/jewel color (halter): surprise?
Story/Description/etc: Rose's worst enemy is....

wip

Yes. Those three letters. Let me tell you why. Whenever anyone posts those three letters, she knows that there is a good chance that whatever was before those letters, art, a story, a form, anything, will never be finished. EVER. People don't do it intentionally, it just happens. People forget, or loose motivation. And she veneer gets to see the finished product, which maker see very sad, especially when the sketch or draft is amazing. So that is why...

wip








Jk. x.x That is why Rose hates the letters W I P.

Owner: L.V.L
Show Name: Cover me in Sugar
Barn Name: Strawberry
Gender: Mare
Age: Five
Halter color: Keep
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Keep
Story/Description/etc: wip, I shall work on this today after my exams! <3

Owner: jesdar16
Show Name: Wild And Free
Barn Name: Allara
Gender: mare
Age: 6 years
Halter color: Keep
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Keep
Story/Description/etc:
The wind, curling gracefully through the tall oak trees, whispered in the mare's speckled ear. She flicked them, tuning them to the song of the rushing air. Her eyes, as bright and golden as the sun's rays flitting across her back, were fixed firmly on the far fence while she grazed. The wind rushed past again, chilling her as it whistled through her thin speckled coat. Its song rose to more than a gentle melody as it picked up speed.
Lifting her head, still chewing a mouthful of delicious, fresh ranch grass, she gazed out upon the massive plots of paddocks. The barn was a mere red speck, and acres upon acres of fresh pasture rolled out before her. Distant whinnies faintly brushed her ear fur as horses raised their heads to call out to horses in the neighboring paddocks.
The mare felt it all - the freedom, the rush of adrenaline, as she stood there upon the tallest hill in the paddock. She looked down upon her fellow horses, grazing below her on the flatter grass. The hills themselves seemed to move as the wind wreathed through it, rippling the grass like breath on water. Her mane and tail were caught by the wind and blown forwards, and she raised her head proudly. Letting out a whinny, reared, slashing her hooves in the air. Her proud gaze scanned the landscape as she plunged down the hillside, racing along, her hooves pounding the ground. Her legs ate up the distance between her and the far fence as she galloped, her mane whipping back and forth in the wind.
Horses around her raised their heads curiously to see this speckled mare. One of them followed, her coat as black as the night sky, green eyes flashing dangerously. A smirk appeared on her face as she raced up behind the mare, staying directly behind her. The dark mare's sharp teeth glinted in the sun as she opened her mouth and dropped her head. Her face was whipped by the fleabitten mare's tail, but her mouth made contact with the speckled horse's rump and clamped tight. Her ears flipped back and the mare whirled around, but just to see a raven black mare grazing peacefully a horse-length away. Angry, the headstrong fleabitten mare turned to nurse her wound. There were deep teethmarks in it, and the pride in her gaze gave way to cold anger.
"What was that for, Raven?" She snorted, stomping up to the dark mare. Raven looked up, her gaze reflecting nothing but shock and hurt.
"What are you talking about, Allara? I didn't do anything to you!" She protested, her ears flipping back.
"Don't lie to me, Raven." Allara retorted, her ears pressed against her head in anger. "You bit me!" She whirled around to show the angry red bite mark on her flank. "Don't tell me you don't know where this came from!"
"Well, I don't!" Raven replied, her voice shrill with fear. "I didn't put that mark on your flank! Why would I do such a thing?"
"Because... because.. because you're Raven!" Allara fumbled over her words. Raven was turning the situation around and making it seem like SHE was to blame! Anger coursed through the speckled mare, and embarrassment. The other mares in the paddock had strolled up, gazing at her with a mixture of contempt and anger. They all clearly thought she was accusing Raven unfairly.
"I don't know about you," Raven tossed her mane in contempt. "But I'd get some real proof before accusing someone of something they didn't do." Her glittering green gaze met with Allara's, full of hatred. Soon the dark mare disappeared in a throng of horses and out of view.
Allara's head drooped. All the fight had left her now, and her mane lay flat against her neck like a dying leaf. All she could think of was Raven's green gaze, burning with hatred. Hatred and insanity.