[freckledfangirl]

Yaaay XD Anyways, a purple witch! Her charm is a purple pearl on her hat. She does dark magic. Make your own form, but make sure to provide her name, your username, and her personality. Ends on..... TBA owo


GO FLY MY SWEETIES!!!!

[Lepid]

Please don't copy anything on my form! Including the layout. I'm working hard on this and would hate to see someone copy me.

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Hello Mellony!
I hope you enjoy looking at this form.
Anyways, I'm sure you have seen and
talked to me before,
but I am ~Silver, or just Silver is fine. c:
I hope to win this foxerfly because
I would take great care of her.
Well, enjoy the form!

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Blair may seem many things in the eyes of the scared
foxerflies. Gorgeous, evil, poisonous, a killer, a werdio, and many
other things. But Blair, before she was chased out of her village,
was none of these things. Blair used to be nice, generous,
caring, serious, mythical, and creative. Now, Blair has changed
and lives alone, thus changes herself completely. She is now, cold,
harsh, mean, serious, uncaring, creative, heartless, protective,
anti social, and stubborn.

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All of the names I saw
Were in Scottish orgin
and said her name meant "plain".
But I would like to make
my own meaning.
Blair means "witchcraft" instead, since
she is into that kind of stuff.

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Now I bet you are wondering,
"Who should I give this girl to? Why does this user
deserve her? Will she take care of her?" and further
questions. Well I will answer some of those!
I believe that I deserve her because I feel a big
connections to her. She is dark, it has a good color
choice, and she is a witch! I honestly like
witches, and I have learned about them a bit in
history. I think that I would treat this girl properly.
And by that I mean she would be active in roleplays,
I would draw her often, heck I would spoil her
rotten like I do with all of my other foxerflies!
Speaking of them I own 3. Edme, Shaylee,
and Cody. (In my sig) I hope that Blair will be my
forth, and that she won't end with the ending of
"e" on the end, like my other 3 foxers. I also
think that I can develop her personality fairly
well.

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It was a cool, October morning in the little village. It didn't have a big population of foxerflies,
so everyone knew each other. They were like a family. All until 3 strange elderly foxerflies moved
into the town. They lived in an old and abandoned house a bit far off from the other foxerflies.
They were feared for rumors were told they had eyeballs for deserts and ears for dinner.
That changed though when they all went to town together and were nice to the foxers.
Some of the parents still disapproved, and still think they are right to this day about them.
The elderly foxerflies though would tell the younger foxerflies about myths of dragons,
phoenix's, legendary swords, etc. But the main stories they told the kits were about one thing; witchcraft.
Now, when Blair was born, these elderly foxeflies were well known for their storytelling. The kits loved them.
Blair, one day finding out about them, decided to visit them and hear a story. They looked at her and asked
if she had ever been around. Blair shook her head. "No... But I have heard of your famous storytelling, I thought
I would stop by and hear one." She smiled sweetly at the elders, respecting them. They grinned, and showed
hardly any teeth. The lead elder, then told her to sit down, for this story was going to take awhile. And began.

"It was a cool November night. The group ground of foxerflies in cloaks slipped out just
after the sun had set. They all gathered under the Wickleberry Willow Tree. Once they all
met up, they took off their cloaks. All except one. The one with their cloak on pulled out a
book and laid it down on the crisp grass. Then that foxerfly held hands with the surrounding
foxerflies. They all, one by one, held hands around the tree and book until it was a complete
circle. The foxer with the cloak cried out suddenly, "Oh Wickleberry Willow Tree!
Show us what you have in store for us tonight!"
The other foxerflies, replied quietly, agreeing. Suddenly a wind blew and the book opened
and flipped to a page. This pagewas a ritual the foxerflies had done once a month.
It was custom for them. Following the ritual, they quietly chanted throughout the night,
holding hands, rising and falling voices, until the ritual was done. Then, grabbing a stick
off the ground, they each took 1 drop of blood and put it on the yellow leaf the tree had
given to them. The leaf suddenly began to glow.. The foxerflies combined all of their talents
into one, and rose the Full Moon every month. After that night, the group of foxerflies would
come back every month to rise the Full Moon, using their magic." The elder finished and smiled
at Blair. Blair gasped, shocked at the magic and her eyes got huge. "Did that really happen?
Do they still do it to this day? Is there really magic?" Blair asked, her mind bubbling
with questions now. The elder smiled at her as the other 2 elders
looked at the young kit's interest amusingly. "There will always be magic in the world,
if you believe." The elder replied. Blair grinned and nodded.
After that day, Blair went to visit the elders everyday, each elder taking a turn telling her a
different story about witchcraft, noticing how it was her favorite topic on stories.
Soon, Blair started hanging out with them all day,
from dawn to dusk. They grew close, until one unfortunate day.

Some foxer had spread a rumor that the elders did witchcraft, which was against the rules
in the tiny village. Every foxer got scared and soon a riot started. It went from
insults, to eventually attempting to burn down the house. The sheriff of the village went to their
house and asked them to come with him to trial. Blair grew scared and sat with the crowd outside,
waiting to see if her friends would be staying or leaving. It seemed like an eternity for Blair.
She silently sat, all day, waiting. The crowd has mostly gone when they came out. They wore
saddened faces. Blair ran up to them and tugged at their cloaks. "Are you staying?!" She blurted
out. The elders whispered to her, "It isn't safe for you to be seen near us... Go back home dear."
They soon left, not answering her question. Blair went home but couldn't get them off of her mind
so she snuck out, like in her story, right after dusk. She went straight for their house and knocked.
"You guys home?" She called out. No one replied. She knocked again and again. Finally deciding to
open up the door, she saw jars of eyeballs, fur, a pot, witch hats, sticks, books, guts, and lots of
other weird things. Blair's eyes got huge. The elders came out from the other room and stared at her.
"What is this?" Blair asked daringly. The elders glanced at each other before telling her the truth.
"We are witches, and practice witchcraft... And we have to leave tonight before the riot comes and
burns down everything here." Blair looked at them. "So all of those stories... They were...."
"True, yes.. Now you must go! You will be thought as a witch if you don't leave now!" They said,
panicked to her. But Blair only smiled, thinking of a plan. "How about I take some of the stuff?
I can hide it in my room, under the floorboards. No one would find it. Then, all of your stuff
wouldn't be burnt." She suggested. Again, the elders glanced at each other before they nodded.
"Alright... But you can only take so much." One of the elders said as they started shuffling through
their things. Each elder gave her one thing each. The first elder, gave Blair an identical purple
cloak for her, as the witch foxers had worn. Blair smiled softly as she put it on her, to carry it.
The second elder walked up to her and handed her a book. "Here." The elder said firmly.
"Take good care of this. It will tell you almost everything about our history, the rituals,
the recipes and where to get them." Blair nodded and thanked the elder as she took the book.
She could hear angry foxerflies in the distance. The last elder walked up to her, the storyteller. She smiled
at Blair and handed her a purple pearl. "This thing wasn't much of use for me.. But when I saw you
that first day, you reminded me of it. This was my good luck charm, hopefully it will bring you better luck
than I had." The elder said as she put it in Blair's palm. Blair, with tears thanks her and hugged the elders.
"Now quick! Go!" The elders chanted. Blair ran out the back, just as the foxers had started to burn
down the house. She ran straight for home and snuck back in. She put the witchcraft things as she said,
under the board under her bed, her secret little stash where she kept valuable things there
so no one would find it. The next day Blair woke up to hear foxerflies again, sounding panicked.
Blair got up and walked up to Darcy, a younger kit she knew from their familes. "What's going on?"
She asked him. Darcy looked up at the purple foxer and replied a bit scared.
"The riot chased off the witches... But they said they saw one escape! What...
What if the witch is here... Making some weird voo-doo or something like that?!" Blair looked down at him
as fear struck her heart. "I'm sure the witch got scared and ran away to a far away place..." She said now
as she lost feeling in her paws. "I'm going to go explore in the forest. Cya later." She said to Darcy, walking
now to the forest. Blair had always liked the forest. For some reason it just calmed her, to be far away
from everyone. Blair found herself walking to where the elders house used to be at. Sighing
as she saw it in ruins, she sat down by her favorite tree which stood close by the burnt house and stared
at the sky for hours, thinking. She wasn't a witch. Not yet, anyways. She had just started practicing
some of the magic and found that she actually caught on quite quickly. Pulling out her book they gave her,
she started reading it to keep herself occupied from the fear that kept growing inside of her heart.
Finally, she stood up and started chanting.
Her voice rose and fell and her eyes finally started to glow purple. She rose her arms up and cried out,
"OH WICKLEBERRY TREE! I, Blair dedicate myself to being a witch and will follow thy rules of nature!"
She said then grabbed a stick and jabbed her paw, and let the blood drip. She started to glow all
of and the wind blew as nature understood, and accepted her. Blair then called out a spell.
"On this day, I shall bring, a ray of light, to calm those who have troubles!"
Just when Darcy went to check on Blair, being worried about her and saw her glow.
His eyes got huge as he realized that the older foxer was the witch.
It all connected together. The visits with the elders, the disappearing with excuses, and now this.
Darcy bolted into the village. "The witch! I saw the witch!" Rubix turned to the kit and laughed coldly now.
"As if. I bet you just saw things." She rolled her eyes but the others glared at her, hating the black foxer.
Rubix glared back at them, daring them to even object to her idea, but no one did.
For some reason the purple foxer had a charm to her that reminded her of herself, but happier.
Now people were saying she was a witch.
Now that wouldn't surprise Rubix but she decided to defend her either way for a short period of time.
Darcy shook his head though. "No she was glowing purple!" The foxers gasped around her. Roxy
stepped forward now. "I'll go see. I know her family really well. She should be a nice girl.." She trotted off
into the forest and found Blair, chanting and glowing purple. She gasped in fear. "B-Blair?! Your...
Your a witch!" She said breathlessly. "Stop!" She cried out desparately. Blair turned to her.
"There is nothing wrong with it! Don't tell anyone... Please..." Blair asked her now,
but Roxy shook her head. "Your like the others... No.." She backed away scared. Blair getting mad,
roared at her. "They are not evil! They were innocent elders! I am not like them!" She shocked Roxy
but it didn't hurt her, only stun her.
Realizing what Blair had done, she backed away. "I-I'm sorry Roxy..." She whispered, then ran away.
Roxy got up and watched her leave. She limped back into the town. "S-she shocked me.." She said now
trembling. "She is a witch!" Her voice rose high now. Everyone gasped again. Simindis stepped
in with narrowed eyes. "She is a dark foxerfly.. She must be put to court at once!" He stormed off into
the forest. Rubix just rolled her eyes. A dark witch wasn't anything new to her. They all came
and left so many times. What struck her though, was how young the foxerfly was. She was only 15,
yet she had such a dark force to her. She sorta liked it. Simindis led the way to Blair and found her
by a lake, sobbing. "Surrender! You are coming with us on trial!" He snapped as he took her arm
and dragged her off. Blair's eyes got huge and she grew even more fightened.
"No! I didn't mean to! I-" She was cut off. Simindis snarled.
"One more word out of you little witch and I'll burn down your family's house!" He snapped. Blair shut up.
They reached the village, to find everyone staring at her. Blair looked down uncomfortably,
but determined to stand her ground as she had promised to the tree. Finally, the doors opened to go to
the court. She sat down in front of everyone, and the trial began.


It seemed as if the entire village had piled in to see the trial, for this was an innocent foxer with a
good family, plus hardly any drama happened in the small village. Blair stared at the people
she grew up in, and spotted her family. Instantly she looked down at the floor, too ashamed to even
say anything. Simindis pounded the hammer to silence everyone. "Silence!" he cried out.
"Today we hold Blair on trail for using witchcraft and harming innocent people with her magic,
which is against the law!" The foxers agreed and Simindis continued on. "I will be asking Blair
the questions." He got up and walked in front of her and looked at her with cold eyes of pure hate,
as if she was nothing but trash.
Blair looked at him with her purple eyes and narrowed them, sensing he hated her for just
what she was doing. He started. "Blair, did you, or did you not visit the elders who were indeed,
witches?" Blair looked into his eyes as she replied. "Yes." The foxerflies gasped and listened now
intently. "Did you practice witchcraft in the forest this entire time while we thought you had
disappeared?" Again, Blair answered. "Yes." "Do you have a book and a wand, explaining how you
do this?" Blair growled now, scaring the foxerflies. "I do, yes." She said flatly. Simindis got close up
to her face. "Did you hurt Roxy?" "Yes." She said as she got even closer to him, snarling now.
Simindis backed away now. "I rest my case. Now Blair, you have a chance to prove yourself innocent,
beginning now." He said as he timed her. Blair got up and tried walking near the foxerflies,
but they backed away. She stopped and looked at them. "Witchcraft isn't bad, it can help heal
the sick, it worships nature, and it could save lives!" She said determined now more than scared.
She felt the elders watching her, and mother nature watching her. Blair continued on.
"I haven't learned to control the magic, and I accidently hurt Roxy, without meaning to
whatsoever. My magic got out of control and it hit her, and I am sorry for that." She said now
looking at Roxy. Roxy just nodded her head and looked down, not comfortable in this position.
Most of the foxerflies disagreed, but a few she won over. Simindis looked at her. "Is that all?" He asked.
Blair nodded, and sat back down. Simindis hit the hammer again to silent the foxers.
"Anyone agree with Blair?" He asked. There was silence. Blair sighed and looked down.
Then, she heard a voice and looked up. "I do! She is innocent!" It was Edme, the nicest foxerfly
around the village. She walked up to the front and turned around to everyone. "Don't you see?"
She said desperately, "This is only a 15 year old teen! She is just doing what she thinks is cool to her.
She said it as an accident... I say she is completely innocent." She finished. The foxerflies
started to whisper to each other. Blair smiled a bit at Edme as she walked back to her place.
Simindis looked shocked, but not too shocked. "anyone else?" He asked. This time another
foxerfly replied. One with 9 tails. Epona raised her voice. "I agree with Edme! She has good judgement,
and Blair came from a good family. She didn't mean to do this!" She called out. Blair doubted this,
as she knew Epona was just saying the last part so she could be free, but it wouldn't work.
Then Rubix walked in and everyone turned to her and backed away. She was feared for in the village.
Some said she ate kids for lunch. Others had said she was a demon. Blair looked at her now.
Rubix spoke. "Are you really going to throw this foxer out of town for doing some voo-doo?" She spat,
now disgusted. "Well. I look like a demon and have rumors coming out of both ears,
why not throw me out also?" She snapped. Everyone went silent after that.

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Despite the 3 foxerflies that had supported Blair, the population decided against it. Blair was exiled forever.
Now Blair lives out a bit from the village by herself, talking to nature and practicing her witchcraft,
while taking care of her raven she had made friends with. Every once in awhile,
Rubix, Edme, or Epona would come out with biscuits and chat with her to see how the foxer was.
Blair would always be fine. And from that point in which she saw how everyone turned against her
for practicing witchcraft, and being hated for it, she learned to hate everyone back.
She grew cold, harsh, and meaner as the years dragged on. This is the story, of how an innocent little girl
was misjudged for what she believed in, and was punished for. The life lesson in this story,
is never judge a book by its cover, but by what is written in it.

Credit to Dothx for the idea of her living in a village and for letting me use Rubix.
Cred to Wannahaveacuppa? for letting me use Simindis.
Credit to Winter.sunset who let me use Epona.
Credit to Sound Of Madness for letting me use Darcy
Also credit to ♌ Nepeta Leijon ♌ for allowing me to use Roxy.
Edme is owned by me.
Everything else in the story was of my own idea
Also, some characters in the story don't REALLY act how they do. I just edited their personality
slightly to make it blend in with the story. ^^

Blair's gemstone is obviously an
Amethyst, meaning that her birthday
is around February.

Blair can now do a lot of magic. She can make pumpkins appear around Halloween and make them come alive.
She can also put sleeping dust in them and throw them at foxers to make them go asleep. Another thing she can do is
see other's souls above their head if she casts a spell on them. The souls all look different and behave differently, depending on the person. She likes to collect some of the dead ones and to keep them in jars for company. Sometimes in combat she can make make it dark, but rarely can she do this. She usually uses her wand but she also has a wooden chest that she can make it play any tune. If she puts some purple powder in it, then she can use that to make a spell, depending on the type of music is playing. Blair doesn't use her magic too much in public though unless she is needed to and feels threatened. She can do other magic spells and tricks, but they are usually simple right now. Very few are complex. She still depends on mainly her chest and wand though for everything, or her charm. But this is VERY rare, for it contains the Elder's powers in it.

Witch Hunt
Dark Horse
Game of Life
Trick and Treat
Lost One's Weeping

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♦Foxerflies♦
♦Happiness♦
♦Girly stuff♦
♦Spring♦
♦Foxerflies who complain♦
♦Pink♦
♦Dressing up♦
♦Talking♦
♦Being used♦
♦Judgement♦
♦Dreams♦
♦School♦
♦Hiking♦
♦Camping♦
♦Weakness♦
♦Seafood♦
♦Getting tan♦
♦Rough rocks♦
♦Fancy things♦

♦Being alone♦
♦Forests♦
♦The night sky♦
♦Astrology♦
♦Witchcraft♦
♦Halloween♦
♦Haunted houses♦
♦People's souls♦
♦Creepy/depressing Vocaloid music♦
♦The Elders♦
♦White Oak Trees♦
♦Smooth stones♦
♦Gemstones♦
♦Books♦
♦Hypnosis♦
♦Her wooden musical box♦
♦Being strong and feared by all♦
♦Anything to kill foxers♦
♦Nightmares♦

[shuuu]

"Yᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀsᴏɴs ғᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ I ᴅᴏ. Aɴᴅ ɴᴏ ʀᴇɢʀᴇᴛs. Aᴛ ᴀʟʟ."


You walked. And walked. And walked. Inwardly groaning, to exhaled sharply. The dirt path you walked on is one of age. Perhaps over a hundred years. You never knew, for you were only 17. Footfalls of your own was the only sound about, the air silently still. Graves were the only marks you could remember on your path.

Why were in a grave yard?
All in the name research of course.

A raven chirps-- although, to anyone but you, it was rather frightful and disgruntling. Ink feathers fall, right in front of you. Making you stop in your path again, and look up. Beady eyes, curious and mocking, stare right back into your own lavander eyes, dark and haunting. It cocked it feathered head to the side. Scoffing under your breath, you make way, not wanting to waste any moonlight. The raven silently watched from it place.
All in the name of research.

[.Fish.]

This is a beautiful foxer. uwu

[elyx]

omg
res

[Mazkerati]

Mellony did you ask Koda about the hair edits?

[dr. pupper]

ggggg mine

[TheSonicRainboom]

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Hello, I'm TheSonicRainboom! I currently own two [X~X] Foxerflies that I love very much, and hope to add this one to the family! Why not bring a lady home this time, instead?
WIP

[fruitbat]

possible reserve if I have time ;o;
reserving the name Layla 'Dark Beauty'

[Kodabomb]

Remember to number the Foxers. c; Also, is that a wig? Foxers don't have hair. ❤