[Olimpt]

Floc #: 16
Floc Name and reason: Melon, because the design reminds me of watermelons c:
At least one artwork or story of the floc: WIP

[MegaCherrio]

reserve for 16 possibly

[solo.]

Floc #: #20
Floc Name and reason:
At least one artwork or story of the floc:

Reserve

[Hiroko]

r-reserve wowie ;w;

[誰不低頭]

ＦＬＯＣ #:
17

ＮＡＭＥ ＡＮＤ ＲＥＡＳＯＮ:
Kurosaki [黒崎, White Night]
Kurosaki is not only based on appearance but the internal
conflict of him. He has a two sided personality, and he can't
control which one comes in. He doesn't remember the other
personality in him either. Kuro is the Yang, the dark side
and twisted sadistic personality while Saki is the Yin, the
good side and gentler warmer personality of him. His Yin
and Yang must be in harmony and balance but if disrupted
and uneven, he may go rampaging and experience severe
spasms and headaches. At worst, he may lose memory of
who he is.

ＳＴＯＲＹ:

Now, the story of the light and darkness of a soul, only known by ones so dark, they shall experience, "The Light."

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ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋs. ᴡᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ, sʜɪɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ɢᴏ ᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴘᴀʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴡᴀʏs ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ғᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs, ʟᴇᴛ's ɴᴏ ᴅɪsᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ғɪʀᴇᴡᴏʀᴋ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ ғᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ.
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ＦＡＤＥ ＴＯ ＢＬＡＣＫ
The shadows were overwhelming, embracing anything and everything in a deathly grasp. Not a single light escaped its hungry mouth. This was my world. Nothingness except the darkness. Alone. All I wanted, someone, something to open up and pull me out into the light, the hope that was dying in my heart. A single tear fell onto the floor. I stared in it,and a lonesome face of sadness, yet a mixture of rebellion and madness stared back at me. I could see the light in his eyes, the desire of getting out of here, ever so burning fiercely in his soul. Yes. There was no hope in this world. It was an illusion. Such things of the word hope, light, friends were not welcomed here, forbidden and foreign. I peered into the darkness once more,was there such things as hope, of light, or of such things as friends? What was beyond? A endless pit of eternal darkness? But only my burning spirit would live on.

ＬＩＧＨＴ ＵＰ ＭＹ ＷＯＲＬＤ
But what was light? Such thoughts intrigued me, and I took a step forward, echoing far out. The sound was so sweet. I took another step and yes, the echoes, ringing in my ears. I took another and then another, until it became a constant rhythm in my head. What was this feeling, a warming to my heart? Such simple things of happiness and music I did not know of. Suddenly, something bright, hovering ever so, shining in this darkness, blinding. What was it? It floated above me, and I cowered in fright, for curiosity was unknown to me, only fear. This light was powerful, drawing the darkness in. And then, a smile drew across my face, the first in my life, for this, was Light.

"Greetings, Light, so it seems I'm not alone. For you shine with the brightest flames and fly so freely in this world.I see happiness and joyfulness in you despite the darkest and most terrifying moments. I am Kuro, the spirit in the darkness," he whispered into the seemly empty air.

It was met only by silence, then suddenly, a small gurgling noise. What was it? It grew louder and louder, til it echoed throughout. Kuro had never experienced such a joy before. Was this, was this laughter? And then a voice in the distance, so sweet and charming, and a fragrant scent drifted into his nose.

"Silly, I am not Light, my name is Saki." the voice whispered and a beautiful flickering white fire soul appeared in front of him, shining ever so brightly. "Why are you alone, Kuro?"

Kuro couldn't take his eyes off of Saki, not for even a single moment. As if Saki were a blackhole, he felt like he was being sucked up. " Are you a candle? he muttered quietly. "Because you light up my world. Saki, you are my shining light."

ＴＨＥ ＦＵＴＵＲＥ
I am no longer scared, for I have the light to this darkness, and from this, I shall learn, not only happiness, but curiosity, laughter, smiling, and most importantly, that I will not run away from fear, I shall accept it and face it. Darkness dwells in the absense of the light, waiting for its prey. But instead, I welcome it, because no light can have no darkness.I am Kuro, the Shining Star and Saki, my Shining Light.

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Iɴ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ sʜɪɴᴇ sᴏ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛʟʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ᴍᴜsᴛ ʙᴇ ᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ.
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[Akami-chan]

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[Metallic Dragon]

Floc #: 17

Floc Name and reason:
I would name this Floc Cideus because the monochromatic nature of his design makes me think of the word 'Insidious', meaning treacherous or crafty. Rather than using the full word, I decided to call him Cideus (pronounced Ci-DAY-us), shortening it and changing how it is pronounced because the reason for his name does not necessarily predict the outcome of his eventual Catharsis.

Story from Human view:
Bask in my glow, Guide now my soul

The evening was drawing nigh; a soft breeze whispered through the trees and caused their limbs to creak eerily as they swayed. I had been walking for hours and still wasn’t sure I’d gotten anywhere. Worse, I hated the dark and wished for nothing more than to be back at home where I felt safe.
I should have figured that today was not the best day to drive up into the mountains and go hiking alone. I’d had enough bad luck throughout the week that normally I would have been warned off of doing something so stupid. Unfortunately, my need for adventure got the better of me and I hopped in my car and drove the three hours out of the city and into the mountains.
I’d gotten about half way up the mountain before I realized that my car was sputtering for lack of fuel, and only seconds later the accelerator stopped working. Since I was still on an uphill slope, the car slowed to a stop quickly, the engine shutting down with a low whimper.
So here I was, trudging back down the mountain, alone. I guess at the very least I was getting my hike I’d wanted. Although after several hours of walking downhill, my knees had begun to ache and I was both hungry and thirsty. Once more I pulled out my phone to see if I had service and groaned when it just mocked me with its lack of bars. I was frustrated, growing more-so every minute, and beginning to squint as I tried to make out the road ahead.
The evening faded fast and the pitch black of night was upon me all too soon. The mountain air grew extremely cold as the last of the sunlight faded from view. I knew I’d need to stop soon, but I was afraid of spending the night alone in the mountains with no camping gear. I was not exactly a survivalist and to be completely honest, I sucked at camping. As much as I loved being outdoors during the day, sleeping in a warm and comfortable bed was preferable to sleeping on the ground and smelling of campfire smoke all night.
Unfortunately for me, home in a bed wasn’t exactly an option. Once more I looked up at the trees, squinting at the stars that peeked in and out of the branches. For the first time in a while, their winking did not comfort me and I found myself glaring at the ground and letting out a frustrated sob.
“Stupid mountain. Stupid trees. Stupid car.” I began to rant, cursing everything from my phone to the very air I was breathing. My tirade lasted only until my tears had choked off my ability to speak at which point I tucked my head under my arms and continued crying wordlessly into my knees.
I look back now at what happened, and feel somewhat embarrassed in my behavior. I’m sure that when Cideus first found me, he thought I must have been dying or something based on the harshness of my breathing and the way my body trembled as my crying went from loud and shill to nearly silent.
My tears finally began to run out and I lifted my head, sniffling pitifully as I looked around at what I thought was a hopeless situation. As my eyes scanned the surrounding area, I saw a faint glow not far from me and my heart leaped in my chest. Perhaps someone was looking for me! I got to my feet quickly and moved toward the light, only to watch it flicker and disappear behind a tree.
“Wait! Hello! Come back! I’m lost, can you help me?” I called after it, breaking into a run as I moved off the road and deeper into the trees. The light kept moving away from me and I realized that maybe they couldn’t hear me. Putting on a burst of speed, I rounded the next clump of trees and caught a glimpse of what I was following.
I say what, rather than who, because to my surprise, there was not a human in front of me, but a silver fox, floating a few feet above the ground, holding a key tightly in his teeth. The soft glow I’d seen emanated from flames that flickered suspended around him.
“Oh my…” I murmured as his dark eyes widened and he dived out of sight, accidentally dropping the key that he was holding. I guess the shock of realizing that a human was actually following him was enough to make him lose his grip on the small item.
“Wait! Come back!” I yelped, grabbing the key and following him behind the tree, “You dropped this!”
I hadn’t taken two steps behind the tree before I found myself inches from the fox’s face. His eyes narrowed and he pointed to the key in my hand. “Y-you dropped this, I was just trying to give it back…” I murmured, holding it up to him.
He shook his head and, if I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought a slight crooked smile came to his muzzle. Silly human, the key is yours now.
A distinctly male voice echoed in my mind, so clear that I took several steps back. The fox floated after me, still with an almost smile curving the sides of his muzzle upward. “D-did you just? Was that? I must be really tired. I’m hallucinating. First floating foxes, now hearing voices. Yeesh.” I muttered, shaking my head in an attempt to clear it.
Yes, I did. It was me. And no, you’re not hallucinating. My name is Cideus, and you are my key holder. Cideus flicked his tail slightly and scratched his ear. So, would you like to get off of this mountain or what? You didn’t seem very happy once the sun went down. Made quite a racket.
I was still in shock, but I nodded and pocketed the key. “I don’t know where the road is from here… And my phone has no service up here.” Cideus’s breathing hitched slightly and I realized he was laughing at me. “What?”
We’re only about a mile from a small town. I’ve heard them talking about what they call ‘land lines’ so I think you can probably get some help there. And maybe find a soft bed to sleep in. His breathing hitched again.
“Were you reading my mind the whole time back there?” I grumbled, pursing my lips slightly in annoyance at his teasing.
You were thinking really loud. Any Floc within fifty miles probably heard you. He snickered.
“Really?” I murmured sheepishly.
No, actually you were just complaining out loud to yourself. Cideus gave me that same half-smile again, Now, unless you want to stay here until morning, let’s get to the town and find someone to help us get home.

Perhaps I should have been suspicious. This random floating fox appeared out of nowhere, gave me a key, and told me that there was a town nearby where I could call someone to come get me. And yet, I felt like I could trust him, even if he really didn't know where we were going.
Turns out that he really didn't either. The supposed 'town' was actually just a couple of summer cabins that had been built in a small clearing. The 'land lines' were, you guessed it, actually ropes tied tightly between tree-trunks, forming a miniature version of a ropes course.
And wait, it gets better. The cabins were locked and still hadn't been de-winterized for the year since it was early spring. "So, about that town Cideus...?" I murmured, turning to look at him as he used a paw to scratch the underside of his jaw.
Oh, this is the one. Guess the humans haven't come home yet. They don't come until after the bird eggs hatch each spring. He looked around as if he didn't completely understand my problem, his cheeks puffed out slightly as he blinked at my incredulous expression.
"They don't come until after the bird eggs hatch. And yet you still brought me here?" I asked, shaking my head in disbelief at his naivety. "Without people here, this place really isn't much use. Breaking and entering isn't exactly my thing if that's what you were thinking."
Cideus tipped his head to the side, considering my words. What's 'breaking and entering'? Is that how you contact the other humans?
I sighed and shook my head, "No, it means getting inside the cabin without the owner's permission. It's exactly like it sounds. Smashing a window or picking the lock and then entering the building."
Sounds like fun! When do we start? Can I break the window first? Cideus immediately started looking around for a rock. He managed to find a small pinecone and threw it as hard as he could at the side of the cabin, missing the window by a good three feet.
"No! We're not breaking in, Cideus! We're going to keep walking until we get to the bottom of the mountain where I'll have cell service so we can call someone to tow my car or bring some fuel." I caught the second pinecone Cideus had picked up and thrown toward the cabin, tossing it back at him lightly. "Come on, there's a trail here, I'm sure if we follow it, we'll eventually find the road again."
Cideus frowned slightly, then nodded. Okay, I guess it's alright to not break the window. Next time, maybe?
I was already walking along the faint trail leading away from the cabin and down the mountain, trying to pick out the stones so that I didn't trip, "We'll see."

Story from Cideus View:
Humans have always been extremely interesting to me. I was born high in the mountains, far from human civilization, but not human contact. From a very young age, I have watched them, the strange creatures that cut down trees and built odd-looking dens in a clearing in my forest. I watched as each summer they gathered the dead brush and fallen tree limbs, burning them to cook delicious-smelling meals. Over time, a second den was built and smaller humans began to come along with the mature ones. I watched them grow, starting as tiny screeching blobs of flesh and eventually maturing into miniature versions of their parents, running through the trees, chasing squirrels and throwing pine cones.
As the tiny humans grew older and more sure in their abilities, their parents began tying what they called 'rope' to the trunks of the trees. This behavior fascinated me most of all; seeing the silly creatures attempt to walk along those ropes to get from one tree to another. The young ones begged their parents to let them walk on the 'land lines', to lift them onto the higher ones that they couldn't reach themselves.
Occasionally, when the humans had gone inside their dens for the night, I would walk these land lines. I failed to see what was so challenging about them, but I suppose that is likely due to my ability to walk so lightly that the ropes didn't move at all. Humans don't have the ability that I do, the ability to make themselves weightless so that they can glide easily across the course.
My humans would stay all summer in their dens; during winter they would leave. I decided they were migratory like the birds. Makes sense, the silly creatures don't have much fur to keep them warm in the winter and walked around with little more than a bit of what they called 'fabric' to cover their skin.
As interesting as the humans were, I never could convince myself to approach them. I had my key, Mother told me to keep it close and protect it. She didn't trust the humans, she had always kept her own key clenched tightly in her teeth as often as she could, never letting it out of her sight. I didn't understand why she reviled humans so much. I wanted to study them more closely. However, the words of my Mother always echoed in my mind whenever I made up my mind to reach out to one of them and I would stop myself.

I had finally convinced myself that I would never meet a human up close and had made up my mind to move far away from the human dens before summer came once more. You can imagine my surprise then, when, in my attempt to leave, I discovered an abandoned human contraption.
It was gigantic, the beast. White in color, like cold ashes. I made my way toward one of the openings, only to run into some sort of energy field that stopped me in my tracks. Irritated, I pushed harder against the shiny, reflective shield. After a few minutes of pushing and scratching at it, I gave up and instead pressed my face against it, looking inside the beast. No humans were inside and I quickly grew bored since I couldn't interact with anything inside the contraption's belly.
Flicking my ears around, I listened for human voices nearby. Hearing none, I moved off of the path and followed it down the mountain, listening hard for any sign of the human that belonged to the beast. Before I knew it, there she was. Loud, muttering grumpily to herself, and glaring at a small device she pulled out of her fabric. Better still, she was alone.
I followed her from a distance, watching her movements get more frantic as the sun went down and the sky grew dark. I had always enjoyed the night. It made my flames glow brighter and I was able to move about without much trouble and without worry of avoiding the humans in their dens. I couldn't understand exactly why the human then curled herself into a ball on the ground and yelled about everything. I moved closer, watching with wide eyes as her body shook with despair.
Just then, she looked up and her own eyes widened. Although I wasn't close enough for her to see me well, I knew she had spotted the glow from my flames. She shoved herself to her feet, calling out to me even as I turned and tried to disappear into the trees. With my key clutched tightly in my teeth, I put on a burst of speed and dodged around a grove of trees, hearing her crashing through the undergrowth behind me. My heart pounded in my chest, anxiety making it difficult to think clearly.
Before I knew what had happened, I slammed into a tree and floated there, stunned. The human rounded the tree just as I finally came to and our eyes met. "Oh my..." The human whispered. The sound of her voice, the shock in it, made my jaw go slack with terror. My key slipped from my grasp and landed in the grass below even as I dived out of sight once more.

Now here's something strange, I remember very clearly the exact moment that the human picked up my key. Even though I was not able to see her grab it, the moment her fingers closed around the small object my terror melted away, leaving nothing but a calm sense of clarity in my mind. When she rounded the tree to follow me once more, I no longer felt the urge to flee before her. No. Instead I waited patiently as she stuttered over her words and tried to return my key to me.
The words came to my head as if placed there by someone else and I found myself projecting them into the human's mind before I could even comprehend what I, myself, was saying. Silly human, the key is yours now. With those words, I realized something. Mother was wrong. Humans were not bad. They could teach us things that we could never learn on our own. That's why we were each born with a unique key. Our key allows us to form a connection with a human so that we can reach our true potential. And that's exactly what I plan to do.

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[24lovefancy]

Floc #:19
Floc Name and reason:Her name will be Winter Rose. I want her because she's so cute.
At least one artwork or story of the floc: Winter Rose was born just before her mother died. She had 9 siblings, 5 brothers and 4 sisters. She missed her mother a lot, even though she didn't even know what she looked like. It made her very sad indeed. But then she got a old but big framed picture of her mom. Her dad always said that winter reminded him of her mother. Whenever winter looks out her window and sees stars, she tries to imagine her mom in her head.

[allinian]

Floc #: 16
Floc Name and reason: Lithos; Gemstone in Greek
At least one artwork or story of the floc:
by me~

[Beatnik]

# 20 - Fuego Bosque

Floc #:

20

Floc Name and reason:

This Flox's name is Fuego Bosque, meaning Forest Fire in spanish. Fuego has a passion for nature, but he can also have urges to burn things. He is a bit of a pyro for watching the different colors of all the different things he can find burn. His favorite things to burn are crayons and pine cones.

"I'm a young lover's rage; 'gonna need a spark to ignite"