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very possible reserve! owo

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Ŧl๏ς ภย๓ค๒єг ~ 121
Ŧl๏ς ภค๓є:รєครtคг
เ๓קгєรร ๓є:[รєครtคг ђєг ภค๓є ๒єคยtเŦยllץ ςђ๏รєภ ๒ץ tђє ợยєєภ ๏Ŧ tђє รєค.ђєг ๓๏tђєг ςครคภ๔гค кภєฬ รђє ฬ๏ยl๔ ๔๏ ﻮгєคt tђเภﻮร เภ ђєг lเŦє.รєครtคг ๓ค๔є ค ﻮгєคt ςђคภﻮє t๏ tђє ฬ๏гl๔ Ŧєє๔เภﻮ tђє ђ๏๓єlєรร คภ๔ ﻮเשเภﻮ tђє๓ ђ๏๓єร คภ๔ รt๏קקเภﻮ ﻮl๏ค๒คl ฬคг๓เภﻮ.
є๔เt~гєรєгשє (Ŧ๏гﻮ๏t t๏ :ק )
є๔เt~ค๔๔є๔ ค קเςtยгє คภ๔ ค รt๏гץ t๏ ﻮ๏ ฬเtђ קเςtยгє
є๔เt~קเςtยгє ๔เ๔ ภ๏t ฬ๏гк Ŧเгรt tเ๓є.
є๔เt~ค๔๔є๔ ς๏๏l tєรt
http://www.chickensmoothie.com/oekaki/i ... =140711103

เ ђєคг ץ๏ย ςคllเภﻮ Ŧ๏г ๓є. เ ђєгє ץ๏ย รคץ ๓ץ ภค๓є.
ץ๏ย รคץ ץ๏ย ฬเll Ŧเภ๔ ๓є Ŧเгรt. ๒ยt ןยรt Ŧ๏г Ŧค๓є คภ๔ ﻮl๏гץ
๒ยt tђคt ץ๏ยг ๏ฬภ รt๏гץ.เ ђเ๔є ๔єєק ฬเtђเภ tђє Ŧ๏гєรt .
tђє รt๏г๓ร เ๓ ﻮlค๔ t๏ รєค.คภ๔ Ŧ๏г єשєгץ รђเק tђคtร รยภкєภ.
เ๓ ﻮlค๔ เŦ เt ฬคร รєคгςђเภﻮ Ŧ๏г ๓є.ץ๏ย кภ๏ฬ ץ๏ย'll ภєשєг Ŧเภ๔ ๓є.
ภ๏ ๓คttєг ђ๏ฬ ђคг๔ tђє tгץ.Ŧ๏г єשєгץ รђเק tђคtร รเภкเภﻮ
เ๓ ﻮlค๔ เtร ﻮ๏ภє Ŧ๏г ﻮ๏๏๔.t๏ ๒є Ŧ๏г єשєгץ ђ๏ยг.
єשєгץ l๏ภєlץ ๔คץ. ๓คץ๒є ๏ภє ๔คץ ץ๏ย ฬเll Ŧเภ๔ ๓є .
๒ยt tђคt ๔คץ เร ภ๏t t๏๔คץ.ץ๏ย ๓คץ tєll ץ๏ยг ๏ฬภ รt๏гץ.
๏Ŧ รเﻮђtเภﻮ ๔гєค๓ร คภ๔ ร๏ภﻮ. ๒ยt ฬђєภ ץ๏ย ςl๏รє t๏ Ŧเภ๔เภﻮ ๓є
ค รt๏г๓ ฬเll ς๏๓є คl๏ภﻮ.ץ๏ย ฬเll ђєคг ค ร๏ภﻮ єภςђคภtเภﻮ .
๒ยt รเภﻮเภﻮ เร ภ๏t ฬђคt ץ๏ย ђєคг.ץ๏ย ђєคг ๓є ςคllเภﻮ ץ๏ยг ภค๓є.
๒ยt tђคtร ๏ภlץ t๏ lєค๔ ץ๏ย ภєคг. ภєคг t๏ ץ๏ยг ๔єรtгยςtเ๏ภ.
ยק๏ภ ค รt๏ภє ๏Ŧ เςє. tђєץ ฬ๏ภ๔єг ฬђคt ђคร รยภк ץ๏ย.
๒ยt เt เร เ คภ๔ เ ๔๏ภt קlคץ ภเςє.....

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the water is alive.
once you dive in,
it will immediately
bare its fangs and
attack. but there's
nothing to fear...
after all, this water
has been tamed...
defanged and neutered.

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#123.
for me, it wasn't really a hard choice. I liked all of the floc's designs, but #123 just leapt out. I like his dark deep sea theme because the deep sea really interests me- it's full of weird and wonderful marine animals. I love how the deep blue is kind of veiled in mystery, too; we haven't explored half of the world's oceans yet, who knows what could be lurking down there? the colour and few fish on this floc's design just reminded me of the unknown and undiscovered.

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Odysseus.
Odysseus was the name of an intelligent Greek ruler, but this is not the reason why I chose to name #123 Odysseus.
it's very similar to the word 'odyssey', meaning 'long journey'. as I said above, #123 reminds me of mystery and adventure so I thought it'd fit.
I also like how the word sounds. with the way it's pronounced, it sounds like 'ody-SEA-us', which of course links with this litter's theme.

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Odysseus yawned. He wanted to adventure, not sleep. Odysseus could never stay still at night. Night was so much more interesting. Things came out at night that you couldn't see in the day. Nobody was there at night. Nobody came to the beach at night. At night, when dark swathes of midnight took over the sky, when the stars came out to talk to eachother, the beach was all his.
Scrambling out from his dank lair of rocks, Odysseus made his way towards the sea. Stopping just before the shore, the small floc felt the wet sand with a paw. Grains of it stuck in his fur, but Odysseus didn't mind. The course, damp matter felt strangely soothing against his paw pad.
Raising his gaze towards the horizon, Odysseus saw life in the sea. The way it moved and rushed against anything in it's path was mesmerising and the floc wished he could feel that rush against his fur. But he couldn't swim. Levitation made it hard anyway and Odysseus knew that if he tried to be one with the water; it'd just end in disaster.
Caught up in his own thoughts, Odysseus looked to the side and saw a light in the corner of his eye. This was strange. Though the moon and stars hung bright against the dark skies, the beach was blanketed in a heavy veil of darkness. The light seemed to come from a kind of pillar; and Odysseus could just make out the faint traces of fat, red stripes along it. The light stood on top of this structure, spreading golden rays generously across the ocean. Why was it there?
Odysseus couldn't think of an explanation, so he set his mind on getting to higher ground to get a closer glimpse of the thing. It was rather peculiar. The thought of something new to explore painted the floc's eyes in a bright gloss. With the fresh smell of seasalt in his head, Odysseus took his eyes away from the light, to kind of crawl-slide (with his tail, this was the most efficient method of travel) back up the shore onto a raised bank further up the beach. The dry sand felt rough against his smooth scales, but it didn't really matter now.
The golden light was fully visible now, the bright tendrils of yellow cutting into the ocean. Odysseus had never liked bright things that much, preferring the comforting shades of night to the stark sunlight of day. But this light was different. It was bright, but was rather soothing as it moved across the waves. The floc felt safe looking at it. Being an adventurer, Odysseus had always flung himself in the jaws of danger, but feeling safe was a nice feeling after his past journeys. Though he was rather young, Odysseus had been to many places. He just couldn't sit still. He had to be moving, had to be doing something. But right here, sitting on the beach, Odysseus felt at home.

ok. I am guessing here, but I'm hoping that locked flox can see? I know they do not open their eyes, but, I was unsure over writing something about an animal that couldn't see.

[Nutheart]

Reserve!

[Golden.AUO]

Floc #:
#123

Floc Name:
Téras

Nickname:
Leviathan

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You know the stories right?

The ones about the dilapidated Victorian beside the lake?

You don't?

Let me tell you.
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The night is cold, darker than usual with the clouds covering the moon. It's hard to see the pathway, but it's still leading you towards the shadow that looms ahead. The large facade barely holding together as the wind tugs at it's loose boards. As you enter you could swear that the interior looks better than the exterior. Was that carpet new? A crackle far within sends a chill down the spine, but a dare is a dare. Spend a night in this haunted house and be hailed as courageous. But what looms in here? The tales tug at the imagination. Ghosts, lake monsters, devils, they all terrify.
The one thing that stays constant is the low voice; whispering "Come with me now" to whomever can hear.

So far you're able to keep your courage and sit on a lounge chair in the entryway.
It's not too bad in here, maybe the stories are just tall tales that everyone just exaggerates.
Then a noise, like a faint crackle, comes from upstairs and slowly increases in volume until it sounds like waves within your mind. Words, they seem scrambled, until a rhythm, a light melody whispers into the static; "Come with me now." Fight or flight engaged as the stories started to seem true with this evidence. Then a glance up the stairs brings an even bigger response. Something dark, floating down towards you brings a stop to the heart. It seemed like a mutant from the lake with it's canine features ending in a fishy tail. It could've been a lake monster, it could've been a devil. All you knew was that this dare wasn't going to be completed as you fled from the house. It was haunted, the stories weren't exaggerated...

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*Italics denote telepathic speech

You're.... You're... Not afraid..
Monster... Yea?
No...?
The young floc couldn't believe his eyes as his recent visitor didn't turn and run from him. He was sure that he scared off everyone that saw him, but not this one for some reason. His mind frantically tried to search out the words to convey to his possible friend.

Come... Come with me...
I-I'll show you my side.
Please... Please don't leave me.
An awed nod from his visitor ignited the relief and excitement in his heart. He made his way upstairs as quickly as possible, glancing back at his guest to make sure they followed. Once at a large, maple door Teras glanced at his visitor again before opening the door.

Pillows... Sanctuary.
He watched his guest make their way into the room filled with dozens upon dozens of different pillows. The walls had larger or different shaped pillows tacked to them while the floor was covered in small and medium pillows of different shapes and fluffiness. Teras leaped onto one of his favorites, a blue pillow with embroidered green and brown paisley designs. He continued to bounce around on the pillows until his attention was distracted by his visitor.

Jump? Jump around?
Fun?
The guest was standing in the doorway, just watching and smiling as Teras was carrying on with his bouncing. Now that Teras was staring at them, seeming to have lost his happiness they smiled even larger to reassure the distressed floc.
"Yes, fun. I think I'd rather watch though." The voice was gentle and seemed so relaxed that Teras decided to go back to his joyous bouncing. It had been ages since he had company, especially any company that would pay attention, or even encourage his enjoyment.

After a while of happily hopping from one pillow to the next, Teras felt it was time to show his guest to his other rooms. And so, one by one he lead them to the different rooms; the kitchen, the music room, the living room, the glass bottle and paintbrush room, his bedroom. He would demonstrate what each room was used for, even if he thought that his guest knew. He hoped that when his guest left that they would come back, and think of him as the friendly being that he believed he was.

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   - Broken hand mirror
   
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   - Nautilus Shell
   
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   - Paint brushes
   
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   - Assorted pretty rocks (mostly river polished quartz and geodes)
   
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   - Pillows (see dedicated pillow room)
   
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   - Radio

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• Speaks in mostly song lyrics
• Has trouble understanding and using words. -This is from lack of education-
• Scares people on purpose. -This is out of frustration-
• He can write, somewhat, but refuses to write with anything but a paintbrush.

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It wasn't always this way for Teras. His childhood was filled with learning simple phrases, and having attention cast upon him. But soon that faded away to loneliness and living in places where people wouldn't gawk or poke fun at him. His communication and understanding suffered immensely because of his seclusion. His only way to keep himself feeling good, and also have some semblance of communication was through music; which he always kept a radio for.
Eventually Teras came upon his current living arrangements. The old building looked about how he felt inside, and he felt that it was the perfect place to rest his bones. He collected many things to spruce up the inside of it, as well as other assorted baubles that caught his attention. He felt that his home needed to look and feel just like it's occupant. One room he dedicated to just pillows, even hanging them upon the walls so that he could cuddle into them while in mid-air. Another room held various colorful glass bottles along with his collection of paintbrushes and large rolls of paper. A few other rooms hold furniture that came with the house, and even though he doesn't use the kitchen much, he decorated the walls with many river polished rocks that he found so that others could enjoy it.

Although he feels he is this hidden treasure inside, he also struggles with the monster that people see on the outside. Just as he keeps his home looking run-down and creepy on the outside, he feels he must be the same way himself. He regularly stares within an old broken hand mirror to figure out why everyone is so afraid of him, but only sees himself as normal, albeit strange with his tail, as well as someone who looks friendly. Although at times he feels the shadow of the monster over him often, and struggles with trying not to give into the image that others see. To combat his darkness he often takes asylum in his pillow room, snuggling into the softest pillows and bouncing from wall to wall to take his mind off things.

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Teras By Nyra (full size)
All collection icons are by me.

[Midnight Tails]

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Hopefully I have time to enter so this is a wip! c:

[Kaitlynizer]

dropping out.

[~Soul~]

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