[seijuu]

Floc #: 18
Floc Name and reason: Jean Marie (John Marie)
At least one artwork or story of the floc:

[pep]

Floc #: number eighteen
Floc Name and reason: vela, named for the constellation under the same name. the small stars in her design made me want to give her a star-related name, and i felt this one was fitting. for short she prefers going under the name vel. her full name is pronounced 'veh-lah'. you can learn more about the constellation here!
At least one artwork or story of the floc: w.i.p. might include both

dropping out, i'm afraid.

[MintCat]

Art by Sanivisu

Art by Fergle

Floc #:
#19

Floc Name and reason:
Alzeid
There is no particular reason I chose this name; I just thought it sounded nice, and that the design fit well with it.
Fun Fact! I have Grapheme–color synesthesia, and for me, the name Alzeid is kind of a blueish-gray with white, kind of like the design of the Floc.

At least one artwork or story of the floc:
Story by X
Unless otherwise specified, Alzied was a very contained Floc.
He firmly believed that there was a certain pride in keeping your cool under all situations, regardless of rising panic or excitement levels. This particular trait ensured that he could judge most situations without bias, and although this could come off as cold, it was really just him being fair.
Besides, objectivity was desperately needed, considering how emotional humans could be; it was actually something of a surprise to discover that they did anything other than eat, cry, sleep, or laugh until their faces reached alarming shades of red (the first time he’d seen a human laugh for more than a minute, he had called for medical aid, thinking that increased blood circulation in combination with low oxygen levels due to short breath and gasping would lead to inevitable death).
Sometimes he wondered why Flox put up with them. But then he remembered that they were the ones who carried keys. Also, they made really good chocolate.
Ah, chocolate. His one true love and weakness. Well, no, “chocolate” was too specific. “Sweets”? “Candies”? “Anything containing ridiculous amounts of sugar”?
Come to think of it, why didn’t he have anything-containing-ridiculous-amounts-of-sugar in his paws at that very moment? When had he ever thought it was a good idea to go anywhere without some source of sweetness at the ready?
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Now he had to go raid a candy store.

[endless shelter;;]

Floc #: 16
Floc Name and reason: Czeresnia (chereshnia, polish accent r)- Cherry in polish - her pinkie redness reminds me of one and the little green flames as the stem.

At least one artwork or story of the floc: It was abused just because her name was cherry, she left her group to find one that would care for them but none loved her, she hoped the key will come to unlock her.EDIT TO STORY: she tried to find anyone to accept her, she has hope and keeps on searching.(Edit no. 2) She's wishing that one day she'll get accepted by someone, anyone as once she tried to end herself but then a voice spoke not to do it, that she'll get somebody who cares for them.
(sorry if some of it isn't how floxes work.)

[ophanimera]

floc number: 17!

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name?
Whisper, most often shortened to Wisp

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This boy was born underneath a full moon. As he let out his first cry as a Floc, the color from his pelt and his ability to see color was ripped from his body by the light of the moon and all he could let out was a whisper. He's usually silent, but he's just waiting for the right opportunities to speak. He is known to have prophetic dreams and will write them down so he can whisper them later into the ears of any Floc or Floc-owner that will listen to his faint, almost distant voice. These dreams often are beneficial, but they can also be premonitions and omens.

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art and story:

"Did you hear something? What do you think it could be?"
"Yeah, I heard it too. I can't say what it is for sure, though."
"A-are you sure? It sounded kind of... big."
"Out here in the Flox Forest, there's no knowing. It could even be... a Floc." I waggled my eyebrows tauntingly.
"Hey! I'm a Floc!" Agatha protested. "Don't act like you don't know it." She scowled and hovered on beside me.
"I'm just teasing, Agatha, you could never be frightening." I winked coyly at her and she smiled back at me.
"You know it! I'm the daintiest little flower on this side of the island and the only ones daintier than me are some of my littermates~" She chirruped happily.
"Sure, Agatha. Sure. Hey, do you see that?" I motioned forward and she peered through the bushes.
"You mean that... smoke? Yeah, what of it?"
"I think it's time to investigate, Agatha."
"Yay, adventure!"

The dusk threw itself up across the sky and peeked out at us through the trees. It wasn’t all that difficult
to see with Agatha’s psychic link, but without her, I would have probably have been as good as blind. We trudged on through the bushes and overgrowth. Agatha’s tail hit the trunk of a nearby tree with an audible whack that shook the boughs overhead.

“Whoops! I’m sorry.”

The smoke stopped moving as the sound traveled on... so the smoke… was alive? That couldn’t have been true. We must have been seeing things. Whatever the case, we kept pressing forward and eventually reached it. In the midst of the smoke was a coal grey Floc curled up on the ground, scrawling something hastily into its notebook before tucking it away into an invisible pouch and the notebook vanished from sight.

“Oh… friends.” He beamed up at us. “You… friends?” He coughed a little and cleared his throat. He looked back and motioned for us to talk so that he wouldn't have to.

“Yes, we were just seeing what the smoke was all about.” I replied, smiling back at him to prove my point. He looked around and saw Agatha peeking over my shoulder, blushing hard before looking away.

“Hello, I’m Agatha!” She chirruped at him, propping her forepaws on top of my head. “What’s your name?” He cleared his throat again before replying.

“They call me Whisper, but you can call me Wisp. Sorry for not saying much earlier, I was burning a bundle of white sage as I slept. You know, to keep the bad dreams away?” He fumbled around a little as he looked for his notebook before realizing he tucked it away into his psychic hiding hole. He tugged it out and scrawled down some more notes with the tip of his tail.

“What’cha writing there?” Agatha inquired, peering over his shoulder to get a better look. He clipped the notebook shut and hid it away again.

“It’s nothing. You wouldn't be able to understand much of it, anyway.” He replied, although a bit more brusquely than he was talking before. Agatha was taken aback.

“I… was only asking.” She glanced away.
“I didn’t mean to say it like that. It’s just something very… private, is all.” He smiled gently at her and motioned for us to follow him into his den.

It was dark, even for Agatha, but as our eyes adjusted to the dim light in the cave, we were suddenly able to see the night sky through the hole in the roof. It was more like a giant bowl with an outlet than a cave.

I spotted Orion first, the bright red star Betelgeuse... But Whisper called our attention and motioned for us to sit down in a ring around the fire. He first told us that we have entered sacred territory, the deepest of the forest. He told us to close our eyes and then we began to see things happening. He kept talking and each thing he said and described, either mentally or with his voice, I saw. Then, he broke off the psychic link.

"There is an all- expansive darkness that hopes to consume the Flox Forest."
"What of it?" Agatha and I said in unison, our psychic link still thrumming between us.
"It's coming. And soon."

{chapter one of the story continued [here]}

[hypersomnia.]

Floc #: 16
Floc Name and reason: Emberisia; Based off of the word, 'Ember'.
At least one artwork or story of the floc:

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Hehe <3 If I don't win, the winner is welcome to have this art :3

[Xhat]

I am Floc # 17.

Floc Name ;; This Fox is Sir Tuxedo Monochromatic.
He usually goes by just Tuxedo.

Reason for Name ;; For his first name, Sir Tuxedo, was picked
because his coat seems like the jacket of a tuxedo, and the fire the
bowtie. For his last name, it's Monochromatic for the shades of black
and grey all over his coat.

Artwork ;; X x

Stories ;; X x

[Gingler]

Retires entry
u.u I don't have time to try for these cuties too much school </3

[mochii_]

Floc #: 19

Floc Name and reason: Taiga [TAHY-guh]
Taiga is a term for subarctic forests found just below the Arctic Circle. I chose this name because I think it's very unique and pretty! I think this Flox is also very unique and I feel that the name suits her. ^-^

At least one artwork or story of the floc:
Story will go here. ^-^

WIP

[Kirbylover901]

✽~ Floc #: ~✽
19

✽~ Floc Name and reason: ~✽
Fleur Ciel, which means 'Sky Flower' in French. I chose this name for this Floc because of her sky blue fur, hence 'Ciel' (Sky), and for her small, delicate white flowers, hence 'Fleur' (flower). Fleur Ciel prefers to be called 'Fleur' for short.

✽~ At least one artwork or story of the floc: ~✽

Part 1

Even in broad daylight, the glow of a few lanterns was always welcoming to the tired traveler, such as myself. The objects in question sat on windowsills of the few houses that resided in the small clearing, which was surrounded with a large ring of trees. The afternoon sky shone a serene light blue, with the sun hanging up in its depths, which in turn shone upon the residence.
Blinking away the sun’s rays, I proceeded up the path with a slow pace, and got a good look at the surrounding village. Most of the houses were made of wood, and looked to have only one or two rooms. A large building to the right dwarfed the smaller homes, and it was easy to guess it was the best place to start. Plodding towards the place, I reached the door and stopped, knocking on it a few times.
“Who’s out there?” Came a loud voice, fairly deep but not low enough to be an adult’s.
“It is I, a traveler from a distant land.” I replied to the voice.
“Well, I suppose I could let a traveler in. Come on in, the door’s unlocked.” The voice added, and true to the person’s words, it opened easily.
A large interior, made mostly out of wood, greeted me as I wandered in, and a young man waved me over to a table. His head had a mass of greasy black hair on it, and dark emerald green eyes, which stood out from his gray attire. As I walked over, I could see wooden chairs scattered around the room, which made sense, considering the area was near an abundance of trees. A small fireplace rested against the eastern wall, while a coat rack hung on the western one. It appeared decently clean and tidy, at least enough to look welcoming, despite the occasional dust ball in the corner.
“Welcome to the inn. My name’s Jay, traveler, and this place has been mine for a few seasons now. Where do you hail from? Wait, it’s somewhere far away, isn’t it.” He smiled sheepishly. “I forgot, sorry. Interested in a drink or something? Tea? Coffee?”
“Tea, please.” I said, nodding and smiling back. “And yes, it is pretty far away.”
“So, what’s your business around these parts? Spirit hunting?” Jay inquired, looking straight at me.
“Spirit hunting?” I repeated, confused. “Gosh, nothing of that sort. I’m here exploring, you know- getting fresh air?”
Jay frowned. “No, I don’t.” He laughed at his own joke. “Heh. There’ve been a lot of spirit hunters here lately, seeking the fox spirit that’s been haunting our tree.”
I considered this. I’ve never heard of a fox spirit before, much less one haunting a tree, I thought, frowning. “Why’s it been haunting your tree?”
My new comrade shrugged. “I’m not sure, actually. Rumors go that only children have seen it, as it tends to flee from any adult that gets close. We have seen the evidence it left, though- the tree’s branches burn with an ethereal glow at night, like a thousand flame spirits live there. Plus, its bark is brownish white- must be because of the flames.” He paused.
“People have come with weapons, berries, shiny objects, flowers, everything- but no one has had any real success with either coaxing it out or disposing of it. Strange thing, that spirit.” Jay finished, clearly thinking hard by the way his eyebrows scrunched up. He glanced back up, staring at the tea glass. “More tea, missis? I never heard your name.”
I flushed slightly, realizing I had never properly introduced myself. “Yes, please do. Call me Star, by the way.” I replied.
Jay stood up and took the glass, smiling his acknowledgment and carrying it away, returning shortly afterwards. After he put it down, I picked the cup up, sipping it. The flavor was the same, but it still carried the freshness that only a cup tea can create.
“This tea is delicious. Do you brew it yourself?” I asked Jay.
He nodded, winking. “Yep! Lots of things go into tea, but I’ll spare you the explanation.”
I smiled gratefully. “Is there anything I can to do repay the favor?” I asked.
The man thought for a moment. “Well, I suppose you could try and get rid of the fox spirit. There’s not much else, sadly.” He shrugged.
Get rid of the fox spirit? I frowned. I wasn’t looking to get rid of anything. I thought, puzzled. But it’s the least I can do.
“I’ll do it then.” I told Jay, determined. The man smiled, but it quickly disappeared.
“Be careful- no one truly knows its secret.” He warned solemnly, but I was already marching towards the door, excited and full of anticipation.

Part 2

Setting off once again, I exited the inn and walked for a few minutes before reaching the tree Jay had mentioned. It was easily distinguishable from the others, with brownish white bark, and seafoam and grayish-blue flames licking its branches. It's just like what Jay had described. I thought, gazing upon the impressive plant. A creature appeared on a high branch, gazing upon myself with small white flowers speckling its fur and narrow black eyes. A neutral expression covered its face, but its long tail and fox-like ears kept anxiously twitching, as if they had minds of their own. A small circle of constantly moving wisps of fire floated around the creature’s neck, moving along with the rest of the body.

A creature appeared on a high branch, gazing upon myself with small white flowers speckling its fur, and narrow black eyes.

As I approached the tree, I saw the animal of pale blue disappear, and saw the flames suddenly go out on the tree. The creature, which I assumed to be the supposed fox spirit, reappeared near the tree's base shortly afterwards.
“Fox spirit!” I called, meeting the slits of its eyes. “Could you leave this tree? The villagers have been bothered by your…uh, presence.”
I’m a Floc, idiotic human! Not a fox spirit, Floc! An angry female voice echoed in my mind, clearly annoyed at my choice of words. I winced slightly.
“Sure… Floc. Could you leave this tree for me? Please?” I repeated, frowning.
Why should I- The voice stopped suddenly. You carry no weapons. Why have you come? All humans who come to me carry weapons, or at least a gift. It hissed again, although the Floc near the tree had softened its glare.
“I’ve come to repay a favor. I told you already- the residents of this town don’t want you here, so I said I’d help get rid of you.” I replied. The creature narrowed its eyes again at the words get rid of you, but didn’t speak. Instead, the voice spoke up again, a little quieter than last time.
Really. How are you going to get rid of me then? The standard way? It asked, a small smirk appearing on the Floc’s face.
“Well…” I started, sighing. “I wasn’t looking to kill anything on my trek here. Maybe I could… displace you?” The Floc smiled, with no malice intended.
I suppose I could come with you. Maybe, just maybe I could consider it…
“Really?” I whispered, hope rising. The Floc smirked at me yet again.
You humans are so gullible! Of course I’m coming with you. You're probably one of the nicest people I've met, besides the children. The voice laughed, and the Floc somehow flew behind the tree, despite not having any wings, and came back around holding a blackened key in its mouth, also on fire. The Floc levitated over to me and set it in my hand, which caused me to drop it in surprise. Although flames similar in color to the fire wisps swirled around the object, the grass beneath it didn’t burn or combust.
I thought you were smarter than that. Pick up the key! The voice urged. It won’t burn you, if that’s what you’re thinking.
That’s exactly what I was thinking would happen, actually. I realized, picking the key up. It emitted no burning heat, only a gentle warmth to my fingers. I looked at the Floc. Did you- have you been-
Talking through your mind and reading your thoughts? The voice guessed, sounding pleased. What do you know, you figured it out. I've been talking to you ever since you approached the tree! Perhaps you’re not as… witless as the rest of your species. A pause. I’m Skyflower, by the way. Who might you be?
I had forgotten to introduce myself again! That was the second time today- how embarrassing. I’m Star. I thought, projecting the message towards the Floc. Skyflower sounds… somewhat strange. Would something a bit more sophisticated do?
Sophisticated in what way? Skyflower’s voice asked.
How about Fleur Ciel? It’s basically the same thing, except in French. Plus, it sounds cool. I added.
French… that sounds acceptable. Fleur Ciel it shall be, although Fleur might be easier. The newly renamed creature’s voice suggested.
“Yes, Fleur Ciel.” I repeated. The name sounded fitting, with the afternoon sky-colored fur of the Floc and her white flower markings. You are a girl, right?
Correct. Fleur answered. She darted out to the left, then winked mischievously at me. Come on, Star. Don’t just stand there! Standing around is unfruitful.
“Coming, silly Floc.” I sighed, carrying Ciel’s key, but disguised behind the annoyed tone was a happiness akin to nothing else.

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