[hiyorin]

Floc #:
Floc Name and reason:
One piece of art:
Write about seemingly insignificant event that changed the Floc's life:
Writing must be less than 500 words.

reserved! <3

[Cosmi]

Floc #:
57

Floc Name & reason:
Vangelios, meaning Good News.
It also shows how a butterfly can mean a good transformation.

Art:

Writing:

[shinjitaro]

Floc #: 58
Floc Name and reason: Dole reason soon to come
One piece of art: ^^
A seemingly insignificant event that changed this Floc's life: ^^
---Writing must be less than 500 words.---

Wip!

[Xhat]

Floc # ;; 58


Floc Name ;; This is Élégante.
Reason ;; Élégante is the French word meaning Elegant or Elegance.
She is a very graceful floc; or at least, she strives to be.


Artwork ;; With the Blossoms
Life Lessons ;; A small floc tilted her head to the sky, eyes squeezed shut;
like the rest of her species. Gentle breeze stirring her yellow fur, Élégante
enjoyed the smell of the nearby blossoms. At the moment she was in, what
the humans called, Japan. She knew her name was of the French culture,
but Japan tended to be were she would stay, even though the tone she
spoke to other mentally with had a French accent.

Leaves being stirred by something caught her attention, causing her head
to swivel around in curiosity. Her nose wiggled for a moment, successfully
identifying the thing as a human.

"What are you doing all the way out here, little floc?" the human asked, and
Élégante could feel a wind stir beside her, signaling that the human had sat
down beside her. His voice was old and held wise qualities, something very
nice to the floc.

"Oh, just admiring the scent of the blossoms." she answered over a new mind
link with the elder man, nose tilting to the other being.
"And why are you not flying away into the air, like other floc do?" the elder
asked her, and she could tell he was curious.

"I should introduce myself before I begin on why I am currently on the ground...
I'm Élégante, and that is French for Elegant. Although, sometimes I do not live
up to my name, in the air at ze least. When I levitate, I cannot keep a perfect
balance, even when I even out my wings." Élégante explained, blowing some air
out her nose.

"If you do not think you are graceful, dear Élégante, just try harder. If you practice
levitating every day, you may get good at it." the old man responded, and the
floc could sense a smile in his words.

Élégante nodded her head, seeing that the Japanese man's words were wise and
maybe something she should try. "I will."

From then on, Élégante would always go back to the same blossom orchard with
the small pond. She would levitate and flap her wings, pretending to fly like an
actual butterfly. The old man came to watch, every single day. As time went on,
she was much for elegant in the air... yet the elder didn't visit anymore.

To this day, his words are the ones she lives by, "If you do not think you are graceful,
dear Élégante, just try harder. If you practice levitating every day, you may get good
at it." So, she flies with as much grace as she can manage.
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57

⌦--ｎａｍｅ

Aldwin, a name of English origin meaning "wise". However, this was not the name given to him at birth. He chose this name for himself after deciding to dedicate his life to helping others; he felt giving himself a name with a meaning that he wished to live up to would be the perfect way to push himself and his goals further.

⌦--ａｒｔ

[x] by Alva

⌦--ｅｖｅｎｔ

It was alone and silently that most made the journey. Going over the creek that twisted through the thick pines at the base of the mountain, across the foothills, and up the first ridge left you at a wide, flat plateau covered with so many flowers that it felt you were drowning in a small sea of every color on the spectrum. Near the center of the plateau was a single tree, an ancient cherry blossom covered in pink blossoms so light and airy that they were constantly moving in an intricate dance. Beneath it, a pond adorned with fallen petals. Many creatures of all species traveled from lands both far and near to sit beneath this cherry tree. Legend differed depending on who you spoke to, but it all generally led back to the same idea: the tree was magic. Visiting it would seemingly "cure your mind."

What no one knew, however, was that a Floc lived in this tree. Long ago, when he had found himself at the cherry tree, he had learned of it's loneliness all the way up in that field of flowers. The tree, being of an unintelligent nature, was not intelligent enough to have fluent telepathic conversations with Aldwin, but it could send out basic communication of its feelings up through its roots and branches. They had soon after developed a symbiotic relationship; Aldwin would be allowed to live within the tree's branches and feed on its aura as long as he would keep the tree company through simple telepathic images.

For a long time, it was just the two of them alone on the plateau. It took a year for the first visitor to show up: a human male. He threw his hiking gear down beneath the base of the tree and sat down among the roots, closing his eyes to rest. Aldwin, from where he watched in the branches, could tell his light sleep was tormented with an underlying stress and anger, which after a life of perfect tranquility, startled him. Something within Aldwin told him to... try. To help somehow. In the same way he had done with the tree, he sent the human a simple telepathic message; he simply imagined the feeling of relaxation he had felt in his own life, and sent it to the human, whose eyes opened with a flutter before he stood, gathered his things, and walked across the plateau with a calm stride that seemed to have lost its agitated feel.

It was over in a mere instant.

That was the day that Aldwin decided that his place was to help others, but not in a way that would put him right in the spotlight. Since that day, he has never shown himself to a visitor, and yet helped all those who come to rest near the tree. If that first man hadn't shown up as suddenly and randomly as he did, Aldwin never would have moved on to help a soul besides himself.

[499 Words]

[Audria]

Floc #:
58

Floc Name and reason:
Reina, Spanish for "monarch".
Her name would be Reina because first of all, she is very bossy and she thinks she is "royal."
As well as this, she is a butterfly, and a monarch butterfly is a type of butterfly!
Get it? cx

One piece of art:
Above; the header.
I would've done more, I'm so sorry, but I've been so busy that I couldn't finish a real piece.
I'm so sorry; I really hope this still slides uvu

Write about seemingly insignificant event that changed the Floc's life {280 words!}:
The date was July 20th, and it was a depressing, sad day with rain pouring.
No Floc wanted to go outside, especially Reina, as she couldn't get any mud on her or she would flip out; mud was disgusting to her.
Little Reina, only about 7 human years at that time, levitated down to her house's balcony, a power as a Floc she had; a little half-floor with a big window.
She levitated downstairs to the kitchen, and poured out some "Squirrel Aura - IN A CAN!" into a bowl and began taking it in.
As she was just about to finish the last bit of it, a huge thunder rattled the house, and Reina flinched.
Now, this Floc wasn't scared of anything except loud thunder, not soft, or getting dirt or stains on her.
This thunder really scared her, however.
Quickly levitating up to her room, Reina locked the door and began to hyperventilate and over-react.
That was huge!, The Floc thought to herself.

Reina had always had this fear of thunder since she was just a young Floc; age 3.
Thunder really scared her, even if it was just a noise.
The Floc always overreacted about thunder, as well, which didn't help much.

After calming herself down a couple minutes later, Reina faced her heads toward's her room's window.
Thunder's pretty cool, I guess, Reina said in her mind once more.
She thought about it, and smiled; Hey, it's just my friends bowling! That's what it is!
Thunder's alright, thunder is fine; not scary. What was I even thinking? It's not scary.
After that day, even if it wasn't much, Reina began to get over her fear of thunder.

[carmineflyer]

Res!

[Toriguel]

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[snowflop]

Floc #:
57

Floc Name and reason:
Casablanca
- this is a city in Morocco with beautiful beaches.
her color remind me of a beach and the name has a certain charm about it.
it just seems to fit her perfectly.







One piece of art:
Write about seemingly insignificant event that changed the Floc's life:
Writing must be less than 500 words.