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FLOC
⟡ floc - singular ⟡ flox - plural ⟡
«the flox are a species of psychic, floating foxes whose powers have been sealed away since ancient times.
unlocking flox with magic keys releases a burst of light or dark aura based on the floc's nature.
by adopting a floc, you agree to assist in the mission to uncover the mysteries of their past.
are you up to the challenge?

⟡ species created and owned by akami-chan and managed by alliure ⟡ endorsement ⟡

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we've hit 50--so here's a foxfire floc o:
...spent a solid 2 hours just changing and moving the fire around ;v;

to win this floc... impress me with as little or as much as youd like.
can range from just a name to an off-site form. feel free to reserve.

make sure to follow floc cannon when creating forms~
note that the foxfire cannot light things on fire--
the flames are just a concentrated manifestation of their aura.


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ends nov. 30 10pm (utc+8)

small note: there were two alternate fire versions of this floc that the entrants could choose from, the winner chose white.

[allinian]

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[waffle02]

Beautiful reserve <3 Ended up not having time due to irl stuff
Good luck everyone!

[jasps]

username; jasps
name; Ezra - meaning helper in Hebrew
moodboard; x

Last known image of a song (Ryuchi Sakamoto Rework)- Oneohtrix Point Never
Moonlight on the river- Mac Demarco
The End- Shlohmo

warm fires| a cozy home | human interaction

loud noises | hunting | lightning storms

idk coding lol ill figure something out, flox design and bg animation elements by allure, stock images provided by pixabay and unsplash

[Midnight Tails]

Reserrvvee <3

My form:

[Kveykva]

username: Kveykva
floc name: Angakkuq (a-ŋak-KOOQ) - Inuit word for shaman or medicine man
theme song: Wayfaring Stranger - Poor Man's Poison

"Although mysterious in appearance, this floc is bold and has a kind heart. It's native to a chilly region, where many of the locals feared it and its flames, believing it to be cursed. It seeks to help those in need by creating medicines from the many plants and berries growing in the blankets of snow. It is said that its spectral fires give medicines their healing potency, but no one knows for sure."

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spacerI never believed in cryptids. Not really. My friends and coworkers couldn’t truly grasp my apparent obsession with the things, wondering why I spent so much time going out of my way to disprove their existence, despite all the talk and fascination on the subject. "I just think it'd be neat, you know?" I always say. "What if there was really something out there?"

spacerAs much as I wanted to believe, I never had any proof. I pursued leads and stories during my free time throughout college, ranging from Mothman to Thunderbirds, and I even once took a trip southwest in search of the Chupacabra. All of this ended once I got my internship. I can't believe it, after a moment, a breath fled my lips. I hadn’t realized I’d held it for so long. I ran the paper through my fingers; I'd really done it. Despite all my miniature road trips, most of my traveling stayed between the northeast and the south of the US; other countries were well above my paygrade as an ecology major. An internship in the Arctic was a dream come true. "That'll make for a killer resume."

spacer"Right!" I instinctively flinched away from the boisterous tone. "We're here in Kugaaruk for one month," the man held up a single finger. "to evaluate the arctic fox and red fox populations." This was the last guy I expected to be a wildlife ecologist. "We'll be takin' daily expeditions up to the Simpson Peninsula. Stick together, and don't go chasin' no ghosts." I felt a slew of eyes turn toward me, my face feeling hot. My hobby interest didn't stay secret for long, and considering my choice of major, it was frowned upon. Introductions went poorly from day one, and things only grew worse from there.

spacer"So what's your deal?" A voice called me from my notebook. One of the other interns had his nose over my shoulder. I closed the journal in his face. "Deal?" I echoed.
"Yeah, why are you so into all these myths? They aren't real."
"I know that."
"My point still stands."
I heard this question often enough to have a rehearsed answer. "I just think it'd be neat," I spoke from a mental script. "We're in the arctic, dude. What if there was really something out there?" His brows knotted with confusion. "Like a yeti?" I made a distasteful sound. "Those are in the Himalayas. I mean like Ithaqua." His obliviousness only seemed to deepen. "You know that's Lovecraftian, right—"
"Yes I know it's not real!" I snapped. "It's just an example. Windegos are said to be common in this area, especially if you listen to what the natives have to say." I hadn't meant to come across so harsh, but it was too late; I looked like a fanatic.

spacerThis internship began my hatred for snow. The parka was warm, but the pack was heavy. Heavy enough to sink a pint of a college kid into each and every snowdrift. It clung to my pants and clumped on the bottom of my boots, making me fight for each step forward. The other, beefier interns in my group shared snickers, matching the guide's pace with ease, leaving me to struggle in the snow. The trek to the Simpson Peninsula region wasn't a walk in the park, but my supervisor insisted it was important for us to make the journey on foot. He's a madman, I shook my head, shielding my eyes from the icy winds.

spacer"There's a storm coming." Mid fall was a common time for storms, and with the way the winds were chanting, anything caught outside would be in danger. Footsteps quickened, gliding over the snow as though they dared to taint its surface. The native fauna knew the threat posed by snowstorms, but there was little they could do for those trapped in a blizzard such as this.

spacer"Would you guys slow down!" I shouted, unsure if my voice carried above the wind. I could hardly see the rest of my group just ahead, and the path was fading quickly as more and more snow buried the tracks. "Do you think this is some kind of joke?" I was out of breath, subzero air filling my empty lungs as I grasped for a fellow intern's shoulder. I felt tree bark through the numbness of my fingers and recoiled in horror. "Guys?!"

spacerSomething unusual called out on the wind. "Did I hear that right?" An ear pivoted to a second angle, perked to catch the sound again. "They should not be out in this weather."

spacerI could feel my heartbeat in my ears, and despite the cold in the air, I felt almost too hot in my parka. "Guys?! This isn't funny!" I repeated, urgency flooding my tone. There was no telling where they went, and with the blizzard growing worse by the second, I didn't have time to start looking. But what am I supposed to do? My only thought was to look for shelter, but I couldn't see three feet in front of my face. Which is what led to the fall.

spacerIt couldn't have been more than three stories, and into more snow, so at worst I'd have a broken leg or a concussion. That is, if I hadn't fallen in the midst of a small avalanche into a ravine. The upside was I'd found my shelter from the storm. The downside...

spacerBroken branches, crumbling rock. "Not good." Avalanches were rare this far inland, away from sea cliffs and mountains, but they weren't unheard of. A cry for help accompanied the prior sounds, but the sound didn't repeat. The decision between aid and self-preservation was difficult, but there was little time to choose.

spacerI awoke with a groan, feeling stiff all over. The air was still down here, and the ferocious winds above sounded just as distant as a memory. Even with how quiet things were, I didn't hear it. The feeling of hot air against my ear was my only hint. "Gah!" I panicked, flailing about, only to receive a shooting pain in my arm. I looked in horror to find it trapped beneath a boulder, too large to shift on my arm. To my left, "a fox?" It was unlike any I'd ever seen. Its fur was green, each tuft like a handful of pine needles. It recoiled from my movement, floating a few feet away. I saw it clearly by the light it created; three pale fires floated around it, each as white as the snow howling above us.

spacer"You're injured." The words made no sound, yet I understood them. Baffled, I barely managed a nod. "Do... you live here?" I asked after a moment. The vulpine nodded, having an eerie level of understanding. "Yes." We didn't exchange many words, and just like that, it turned to leave. "Wait—Wait!" The cloud of pain cleared as I realized what that meant. "You can't leave me here!"

spacer"It needs help." Broken limbs were no good, but from what the floc knew, humans were a hardy species. The trauma of losing even more than one limb was rarely fatal. Infection, on the other hand, was. The cold environment helped, but it must act quickly if the human were to survive long enough to be rescued. The medicine it sought was rare in this region, but it knew a few places to search.

spacerThe winds were calmer in the dense pines, this floc's favored part of the region. Mushrooms were plentiful here, and it wasn't long before it found a patch of small, puffy mushrooms with cracked tops. Gingerly, it picked the largest of the bunch and held it in its teeth.

spacerI was never one to cry, but things changed when you thought you were going to die. My last hope fled, and I was hopeless to chase after it. I leaned my head back, the rock it rested against feeling almost as soft as a down pillow, and I cried. I accepted it at this point, it was inevitable. I'd either freeze or I'd starve, it was one of the two. Neither sounded pleasant.

spacer"Be still." The wordless command caused me to jump. I cried out, tears of joy now spilling from my eyes. I couldn't form words. The fox floated over me with something chalky in its mouth. It crushed the plant in its jaws and spread the spores across my arm. It stung, but the chalky paste stuck to the scratches to form makeshift scabs. I panicked when I felt claws against my belly, finding myself face to face with this creature. It had weaseled its way under my shirt, pressing itself against my chest. "It will be cold tonight. They will come looking tomorrow." I could see it much better now; physically, it resembled a red fox, with the same head and ear shape. Its fur was the same shade of forest green I recalled earlier, clearly illuminated by the heatless fires orbiting its body. Its eyes never opened, and I couldn't help but wonder how it knew I was here. I felt an odd shape against my torso, indented on the fox's underbelly. I would have pursued the line of thought further, but pain began to cloud my thoughts until the only thing on my mind was exhaustion, which led to a restless slumber.

spacer"They're here." The human slept like a stone through the remainder of the storm, and even as the sun began to rise, it didn't stir. That was good; it needed its rest. The sounds of others above called the floc's attention. It gently untangled itself from the injured one and ascended the ravine, rebounding off the earth walls, but never quite touching them.

spacer"What is that?!" I heard the voice of my supervisor, clear as day. My bones ached worse than before, and I couldn't feel my fingers. Regardless, I tried to sit myself up. Above me, I saw the fox, floating all on its own. It moved to the other side of the ravine as I heard a flurry of footsteps in the snow. My eyes widened. "Hey!" I shouted with as much voice as I had left. I saw the heads of a few of the other interns poke over the edge. I'd never been happier in my life to see them. "He's down here!" I felt fur against my cheek. "You didn't leave me." I released a sigh as a rope dropped to my left. "I saw suffering, and I had the power to change it."

spacerI found a real cryptid during my trip to the Arctic, but it wasn't a flesh-eating windigo, nor a ship-sinking kraken. It was a floc, a fox with a kind heart, locked with a key of suffering.

[West]

Username: Westsparrow

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[Mesmer]

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Phosphorous

A floc of a fickle nature, often floating about alone and seeking out those it might wish to befriend. Despite the fire it is associated with, this floc adores winter and snow. It often prances about in the snow, listening to it sizzle as it hits the flames. This floc enjoys smells of pine, honey, and newly made paper.

[modern]

oh boy lets go
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[FateStoryteller]

Reserving! 0u0