A Living Nightmare

Dee's pregnancy was running late, very late. Dr. Robinson had been giving her regular checkups and gave her a clean bill of health every time, though the Nightmare grew more grumpy and moody with each passing day. Kelly had lost count of the number of nights she had slept in the barn, not wanting to miss this extraordinary birth. Each morning she had awaken to disappointment and a grouchy mare with powers and sharp teeth who demanded her breakfast be brought to her immediately.

This evening, however, was different. Dee had finally gone into labor as Kelly, Nicole, Justin, and Dr. Robinson all stared with wide eyes from outside the stall. Kelly was gripping Justin's arm so hard that his fingers began to tingle and lose feeling, but he said nothing as he watched. Dee's discomfort was evident, her orbs hummed and flew around her stall as she paced and eventually lay down. Soon after the contractions started two tiny, glowing feet appeared. After a few grunts, pushes, and encouraging words from the peanut gallery, a tiny raven black foal with bright markings lay in the straw.

The task finally complete, Dee stood, gave her baby a sniff, and walked out the back door of the stall into the paddock as expected. That's when Kelly and Dr. Robinson entered the foaling stall, checking the colt to find he was just fine. Kelly was cleaning around his muzzle with a wet cloth when she felt something brush her shoulder. She turned to see a tiny blue orb slowly appearing from thin air, two more materializing above the foal's hindquarters. Bits of tombstone lazily drifted in and out of existence around his hooves. He gazed at her for a moment with his deep yellow eyes, then sneezed, sending bits of liquid everywhere as it began dripping from his nose and mouth. Kelly smiled and ruffled his forelock, then slowly stood and exited the stall. The newborn Nightmare sighed as he watched the red-haired woman leave, glad to finally make his way into this exciting world.

Ugh, my writing skills are nonexistent... ><

Sooo.... remember that breeding between Dee & FAS Split-Up? This one: [link] ?
Well... here's the result almost a year later! Eheheh...

Oh, just to note, it's kind of hard to see but yes the tips of his mane and tail are grey. And he has a few tiny black markings around his eye


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General
Show Name: CRF Theory Of A Deadman
Stable Name: Theo
Gender: Colt
Breed: Pure Disturbed Nightmare
Discipline: Showjumping, dressage
Age: a few weeks
Projected Height: 16.3 hh
Color: Raven or blueish black with bright yellow markings surrounded by black. Tiny black stripes on neck, rump, forearm and eye. Glowing, bright blue hooves and eyes.
Tack Color: Bright yellow to match his markings
Personality: Theo is a bright little fellow, playful but sly as a fox. He enjoys picking on other horses and humans using his orbs, always finding a way to avoid being punished. However, he is prone to unpredictable and extreme temper flares in which he is quite destructive. Like his mother, he will do absolutely anything for rabbit.
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Breeding
Passible Traits: Black coloring, blue hooves & eyes, and similar markings
Sire/Dam: FAS Split-Up x CRF Love Me Dead ( [link] x [link] )
For Stud/Lease? Too young
Breeding Pics: N/A
Offspring: N/A
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Competitions
Competitions Entered: N/A
Entry Pics: N/A
Placings: N/A
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Other
Liquid/Drool: Embalming Fluid
Elemental Feathers: The feathers are bits of tombstone. They normally drift slowly around his cannons, but when enraged they whirl around his legs quickly and can be dangerous if they hit you.
Orbs:
Similar to Dee's blue orb, slowly spreads and agonizing, spine-chilling numbness throughout the victim's entire body. Literally turns them into a living corpse.

Terrible screeching banshee screams fill the target's head, leave them incapable of hearing or thinking anything else. Could drive them into madness.

Can cause the victim to feel any state or emotion. They can feel like the strongest person in the world, or weak as a toothpick. Sad, angry, fearful, depressed, anything. Used tactfully, he can use this to convey the emotion that he is feeling to humans.
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Registries:



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Disturbed Nightmares:
Breed Sheet: [link]§ion=&q=disturbed+nightmare+breed+sheet#/d24dm0a

Refrence: [link] Thank you!