[Akami-chan]

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The Flox are a species of floating magical foxes whose psychic powers have been sealed away since ancient times. Unlocking Flox with respective keys releases a burst of light or dark aura depending on the Floc. By adopting a Floc, you agree to assist in the mission to uncover the mysteries of their past. Are you up to the challenge?

Owners and Non-owners may apply!

You may only apply once.
Deadline for all of them: Sunday, July 6th

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Floc #:
Floc Name:
Backstory (less than 500 words):

Prettying up forms is allowed.
One extra (non-writing) is allowed.
No songs/lyrics I'm not interested.

*Remember!!! If you break canon it will count against your forms!
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#101 by Tsukiko-pyon


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[ophanimera]

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Floc #: 103

Floc Name: Rheneas Rex
[reh-nay-ehs rehx]

Backstory:

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The boat rocked gently underneath them and the cool winds blew them from overhead. It was the fifth day of their journey out here on the ice and there was no hope in sight. They huddled inside the boat for what little heat was left coming from the radiator they had installed inside. It was Rheneas Rex, the sailor of the high seas and his best girl, Andea, to whom he had proposed before they left.

It's supposed to be a honeymoon, she thought to him. It is supposed to be the “time of our lives”, and while this might be the last time of our lives, this is not the time I had in mind.
He thought to her that they would get out of this shortly. He thought to her that this would all be over sooner than she thought. He had a picture of her with him on the dashboard of his boat and he took it over to show her. You see? There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll be here for you forever, like this picture. It will never fade, so long as I keep it as preserved as it is. He set it back down on the dashboard and rubbed Andea’s arms to warm her up a little and to soothe her.

Then, he felt it. A sudden jerk by the boat, outside of its’ normal rocking. And there it was again. And again. Something was hitting the bottom of the boat and they felt it. They knew of this rocking and it frightened them, but that wasn’t going to stop Rheneas from preventing it. He grabbed his spearbow and Andea followed him onto the ice outside the boat.

Before he realized what was happening, an orca whale breached and lunged at Andea, missing her by only a foot’s distance. He struck out with his spearbow, but his body froze and instead of giving it a fatal blow, it glanced it off the side of the beast, only giving it a nick. The whale took another lunge at his fiancée and this time, the whale was successful, snatching her from the ice and taking her down beneath the surface.

How could I have let it get away? How could I have not given it that blow?
He dropped his spearbow with a clatter to the ice. I have failed, Andea. I have failed you.

{art of 103, the scene depicting the orca attacking the silhouette of Andea, his fiancee}

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Ever since that fateful day, Rheneas Rex has been wary of the seas. He is watching them for his long-lost fiancée, who he still hopes to be alive and hopes that the orca has been killed by whalers, but he hasn’t seen either of them since that day. He no longer wears the ring on his paw that signifies their relationship, but the picture of Andea and Rheneas still stands, preserved in a glass picture frame. For now and forever. However, he hopes one day that he will be able to find another floc like her, sincere and caring.

{498 Words}

[Segie]

Floc #: 104
Floc Name:
Backstory (less than 500 words):

[catra]

dropping out

[Audria]

Floc #: 102

Floc Name: Simba

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Backstory {500 / 500 words}:
Simba had a great life after a big disaster,
but an awful one while this "disaster" was happening.
You see, Simba had lived in a Floc village;
his father ruled. His dad kept everything in order,
made sure peace was kept in the land, and led
groups to collect aura or other solids for food.
One day, however, in the village, violence erupted.
Monstrous invaders had exploded in riots around the
land. Caught in between the two leaders of these
monsters was Simba's dad, a Lionfish Floc. His dad was soon
pummeled by the monsters and had died from them, an outside force.
Simba was soon gripped with fear, and left the village.
He levitated off as fast as he could, so
the monsters wouldn't catch him. After a few days, he
arrived at a different land - one ruled by two people -
one was Akami, the other Fireflii. They were
both sitting in their own thrones - one was a bright,
virtuous blue, the other a dark, corrupt purple. Knees
trembling while he levitated up to their level, he looked
at the first person - a red cat with bright pink
cheeks and a stripe of a smile on her face. She nodded,
then opened her mouth. "Floc," Akami said sternly.
"You have arrived from disaster... Haven't you?" Her
telepathical words were loud and easy to hear.
"...M-ma'am?" Simba said telepathically in return. "Yes...
In fact I... Have..." Akami lifted her chin, releasing some kind
of purr that Simba couldn't do, as he was a Floc. "You
are safe here in my kingdom - just for Flox like you. I mean,
as long as you don't die of my friendly teasing and trolling. Or
if you're 100 years old. Well..." Simba perked his ears
slighty. "...Is my father alright?" He asked, mumbling slightly.
Akami's smile faded a bit, and the bright, blue crystal throne
she was sitting on's light flickered. "Little Floc... Your
father is... Dead... But, its alright. You are safe. Make some
friends and forget about it. Everything happens for a reason." Akami's
smile soon returned, somewhat cheering little Simba up. "But, Floc,"
she soon blurted, cutting off what Simba was going to ask. "You must
make a decision, first. Will you either be virtuous, with a shiny,
single horn, with a bright, beautiful aura, or will you a corrupt,
with a devious four horns and a shadowy, dark aura? Both are very unique,
and once you decide, your owner will scavenge far through the
kingdom to get the respective stones so you may go through Catharsis."
Simba, after thinking a bit, turned and said, "I will think about it...
Your highness," Bow-levitating awkwardly, Simba smiled. "Just
call me Akami, dear," Akami blushed, then disappeared in a ripple of
blue, as well as her comrade, Fireflii, disappearing in a blast of
dark purple. Simba, alone, walked outside and
entered the world of safe Flox. After he got a friendly reputation and
"made his mark"... Well, the rest was history. Better history.

By myself, Claws! uvu
lets let akami do all the work

[Toriguel]

~ ✧ Floc #:

105

~ ✧ Floc Name:

Lumen

~ ✧ Backstory (less than 500 words):

Exploration is a big part of Lumen's life. Even if he likes that now, he didn't always enjoy this hobby.

At the beginning, it was only in order to find its lost key. Lumen walked for hours, days, maybe even months; immersed in a deep depression, his perception of time was distorted so he can't really remember. Using his weak psychic powers to probe the surrounding area, he was trying to feel the presence of its key. Lumen travalled a lot, thinking that its green orb was illuminating the road to his key.
One day, Lumen was so tired that he decided to rest near a puddle of muddy water, under a tree. It was a windy and rainy day, some drops of water went through the leaves and were falling on him. But Lumen didn't care, he was focussing on what he lost. It didn't take a long time before the green light of his orb turned off; he was sleeping.

When he woke up, Lumen was wrapped in a blanket in a house and a young woman, Toriguel, was looking after him. The little Floc asked her why she brought him here, that he didn't deserve any attention. Toriguel told him that she could not let him outside with this weather, wet and lying in mud. It would be cruel.
The girl also said that his fur had similar patterns to a strange object she found a long time ago. When she brought the item, Lumen immediately recognized his key and all his body was fullfilled with happiness.

Slowly, Lumen went out of his depression. He is now living with Toriguel who adopted him. Both often go outside, visiting different places each week.
Lumen loves this kind of life.
He just think he found his place in this world.

[yenneii]

reserve, maybe.

[flyteck]

EDIT: pulling out; I never seem to have time to finish forms for these ;n;

[Temperance.]

"Please, have a seat." The soft voice echoed a little forlornly in my head, and able to sense the pain etched in the Floc’s voice I did as he bid without complaint. He already was wildly different from Killian, in both his mannerisms and the way he carried himself, but aware of the fact that I was here to see if he might be interested in a new home with me, I fell silent and looked at him encouragingly, waiting for him to speak. “…I was told that a new Keyholder for me was being searched for, now that-“ His voice broke off painfully and I felt my heart clench in grief for him, but before I could offer any words of comfort he carried on of his own accord.

“I think maybe- Yes, you really should-“ Agnarr lapsed once more into silence, and then with a sudden nod to himself began to speak. “I’m going to tell you about my past, which should give the both of us a better idea if I would be well suited to your home.” Settling into my seat I listened intently to his tale.

“I was just a newborn when the General Curator of the Bywater Aquarium found me curled up beside the large rockfish exhibit. He, as I’m sure you can guess, was Edgar DeSilva and he decided to take me in.

Floc poaching had been terrible that year, many of our kind were hunted down for the sake of illegal research, and unfortunately it seems that my parents were being pursued by a group of such poachers. At any rate they figured that, for my sake, it was safest to leave me hidden somewhere, and the aquarium was a good place for a Floc like me to blend in.” Here he paused and gestured to himself, his appearance speaking for itself. “Now, as I’m sure you can tell, my parents never returned for me and I can only assume the worst.

At any rate Edgar raised me, and from a young age I was invested in caring for the aquatic life.” A smile steals over his countenance, “I am very perceptive when it comes to water creatures, and as such I’ve worked closely with the marine vet in helping diagnose the animals and care for them. I suppose I’ve always fancied myself as Edgar’s right hand.” Here he sighed and looked at me sadly, “I hardly know what I’ll do with myself now that he’s gone, I never stopped to think about it before…”

Gently I reached out to him and quietly stroked his cheek fur, pretending I didn’t hear his sniffles. “Well, I can’t promise you the same sort of aquarium work but…Killian loves sailing and we do go out on the ocean frequently.” Saying this gently I smiled at him, “You’d never be far from the things you loved if you came with me.” I could do no more, the choice now rested solely with Agnarr.
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Word Count:// 497 words



Kat's Sketchbook
Agnarr's Story

[Roadhog]

Floc #:
102
Floc Name:
Mikado ( a shade of dark-ish yellow )
Backstory (less than 500 words):
well, Mikado was born in a large family like most, he was always a norm, he was always shy, his parents wanted him to hunt and be like a normal flox, but he was different, one day his parents made him go hunting, he never was too interested, he saw a clown fish, get eaten by a shark, he knew eaten, or be eaten, he knew what he had to do - he had to eat, not be eaten, he stalked on his prey - a small jawfish, swift and quick , he reeled towards it and caught it, his first catch, he loved it, he wanted more- thats the start of a monster.
fan-art made by me C:

trying to keep calm* I love this guy, and it reminds me of my fish so I would love this as my first one ♥ sorry for saying this I just love the design^^