Foxerfly Fanclub V2

[PaintLily]

if your foxer wanted to change bodies with another foxer, who would it be and the reason?;;
Hmm... Probably Deez, 'cause then I could make lots of cookies... wait no, that would be awkward because Deez is dating Peppermint... Then I guess instead I'd switch with Hitomi, because she's really pretty, and dude, ice powers! I mean come on, that would be awesome!

[BlueOrca2000]

I've been thinking about this question, but I'll answer with my foxers later. Just thought y'all would want to answer it. ^^

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[b]What is your foxer's charm earning story?[/b]

[a sky full of stars]

if your foxer wanted to change bodies with another foxer, who would it be and the reason?;;

hngggggggggggggggg idek.
maybe... idk anyone with cool powerss but still dey don't got the bodeh of Rupert xD

What is your foxer's charm earning story?
I'm not sure... because rupert is a sharkpony foxer idek what his talent is... being smexy yah I have no idea to be honest xD

[Lepid]

Oh yea 100 XD

If your foxer wanted to change bodies with another foxer, who would it be and the reason?;;

Oh.. Hmm... I would want to change bodies with Neon because she is like me, except she has more colors to her, and her talent is music I mean really! That's cool!

Phaea. I like the colors on her... Except that personality... I would work on that for her. *evil smirk* Oh wait. She's in love with my uncle.. e__e NVM THAT ANSWER NVM. I choooseeee..... Noirnuit because of his dark essence. *evilly smirks now*

Uh... Knight I guess. Cuz then I could run arund burning stuff down while looking smexy! XD And I could make chicken wings right on the spot anytime I wanted!

What is your foxer's charm earning story?
I got mine one day when a kit, like me, was pushed down by alot of foxers. They were known for being bullies. They had pushed down the kit and was beating it up. I stepped in and flat out told them off. They walked off and never messed with me again. After that I learned I cared for everyone.. And I got my heart charm.

Uh. Well.. This is awkward. I had always been into storms and stuff.. I liked to stand out in the rain and just listen to the noises and wait for the next lightning to strike. At the ball, my dad walk talking to Knight about something and it made me mad. Next thing I knew, I was being grounded and taken away from the ball and my date! *cough* Uh.. Friend! I meant friend! Anyways I got so mad I shocked my dad.. And realized that was my talent.

*Le has no charm or talent yet*

[Mazkerati]

What is your foxer's charm earning story?

When Acid was a pup he was playing with his mother, and bit her.... She died... Then yeah. That's how he got it c;

#TotallyLegit

[Eeveeprincess01]

What is your foxer's charm earning story?
I'm not sure... because rupert is a sharkpony foxer idek what his talent is... being smexy yah I have no idea to be honest xD

I second that tallent

[.Fish.]

Prepare yourself i'm going to write out big paragraphs ahhhh
What is your foxer's charm earning story?
My charm earning story? Well here goes:
Your name is Roxy your last name is not important right now unknown to you today will be the day you will get your charm. You had just finished a gigantic picture in acrylic paint and boy did it look good! You had drawn yourself, having broken at least five mirrors in total, in almost great detail. This was by far one of your greatest pieces of yet. If only your mom was still alive to see this. She would be so proud you just know it! Pushing through the mess of sketch filled paper littering the floor you went to find your special jar of paint. You only used this color for signing your art work. It wasn't to big of a jar about the size of a pickle jar. At the time you hadn't even made a dent in it. After getting just enough paint to sign your name on your painting you walked back to it. Paintbrush at the ready you slowly wrote your name in cursive. Taking a step back to admire your painting once more you tripped backwards, thankfully not knocking anything besides a few paper down, falling onto your back. Once you were back up you had found a pencil attached to string on the floor. You pick it up examining it for a moment before realizing that this must be your charm! You had known your talent was drawing since your earliest teen years. You bend down and tie it to your back left leg. With a smile you finished cleaning up happy and content with yourself for the rest of that month. ihopethatwasgood

Your name is Mistletoe C.. Who cares what the C stands for right now cause today is Christmas! Your favorite day of the year!
The small patter of kit feet echos down the hall as the young kit races to his parents. He's waited long enough it's time to wake them up. A loud groan is heard as the kit jumps onto a warm body of a male Foxer.
"Get up! It's Christmas!"
"Five more minutes" A female voice groans rolling over.
"But you said that 2 hours ago." The young kit, Mistletoe, wines.
"Mistletoe is right dear let's get it over with now." The two adult Foxers, with grunts of protest from the female one, heave themselfs up and follow the younger kit down the hall to where there small tree is set up. Under that tree is 5 presents. Mistletoe drags two horribly wrapped out and pushes them both to his parents.
"I got you guys something this year" He said with a big grin. The adult Foxers look to each other before looking down at there presents. The female opening up her first, inside her's was a golden necklace with her name engraved in it. Inside the males was a gold ring with the word love on the inside.
"M-Mistletoe where did you ever get the money to by this?"
"I've been saving for a few years so I could get your both something nice." The adult Foxers both engulf the kit in a big hug.
"Thank you" The female one says.
"Thank you Mistletoe. Now why don't you go and open up your presents?" The kit scramples off to the tree opening the three presents. What was inside those isn't important. Dragging out a fourth small box the kit starts to open it while the parents whisper to themselfs.
"Did you get that?"
"No did you?"
"No, where did it come from?"
"I don't know..." The kit squeals holding up a tiny tree with tiny ornaments on it hanging by a string. It was his charm. The female gasps before calling the kit over and tieing the string to one of his wings.
"Looks like you've gotten your charm Mistletoe."
ihopeboththestorieswereokomg
I was vERY PUMPED WITH WRITTING THESE OMG

[winter.sunset]

What is your foxer's charm earning story?
Shroom:: "Well...it's not all that flashy and stuff, but I make trinkets out of mushrooms. When I was pretty little, I found that I really liked it, and boom."
Epona:: "I was going to perform for a royal pain in the tails, but Edme helped me out..."

[henley]

Have you ever just found a song that fit a character so well... I mean... yes. I found one for Ierotheos.

And so this is so spammy,

I'd like to find one or two more roleplays for Iero, and then two for Minx. I will be very picky with ones wishing to test out romance with either, but as far as enemies and friends I'd take anyone uvu

[a sky full of stars]

lots of words everywhere //think of something punny//
anyways I have to add;
Just doodling out stuff for my foxerfly 100 form; I was going to drop out but changed my mind.
Anyways just warning you I have no idea what I'm doing andddddddddd it's super long xD
It's not even finished blehhhhhhhhhhh

The candlelight shone pools of irregular light across the room. It was a tower, and streaks of silver moonlight wove their way in through the cracks and faults in the brickwork. However none of this was noted by the room's two occupants; a creature only to be described as a winged fox of some sort - his brow was furrowed in deep concentration and the toes on his left hand twiddled a pencil impatiently in their grasp. The second occupant was a bird, a large, pure-white dove of some sort. She had a soft black eye which shone brightly in the dim light, and her other eye? It was almost the same, yet slightly unnerving in the way that it reflected the light; almost blandly. ‘Now, how should I begin dear Aesling?’ whispered the first figure, twiddling the pencil slightly more violently in impatience. ‘Start with your name, and then we shall begin your story.’ The bird replied sweetly, raising her wings as she spoke to reveal a wing fringed with rich copper which sparkled fiercely in the candle’s glow. The wolf-creature smirked, not unkindly and carefully scratched upon paper; with the elegant strokes of an artist:
"My name is Talos March. And I was born into the world, a vulnerable soul, and so I built myself; I forged my fate, my wings and myself, in threads of copper and brass."
The bird smiled, not with her mouth, but with her eye. Just one. Talos followed suit. ‘And now Aesling, we shall write and then perhaps one day, if this falls into the right hands we shall find our souls immortal in the forms of copper and gold, just as my soul is immortal in you.’ Aesling cooed softly in Talos’ proposal and rubbed her beak against his cheek. And then the candle was snuffed, in just the breath of a wing-beat and the two odd figures were plunged into darkness.

username; i’m just 42, a mere inventor – not of metal and glass but of love, as I created Talos and Aesling who breathe upon the earth just as I do.
name; talos march - Talos being the bronze creature who guarded Crete and March being the beat of his life, clockwork and his own heartbeat. Aesling calls her companion Talos or Tao, and as Talos hasn’t had many other encounters with forms of life this is what he goes by.

Talos wrote and Aesling hunted, she brought back a collection of nuts and seeds and fruits for the two of them and by then Talos had written pages, those pages, began as so;
Where to begin, where to begin? I’m Talos March – perhaps Daedalus’ heir and I am a creature of cells and nature; however I changed all of that, starting when I was a young teen…
My life began as any other; apart from the fact I was alone, and so I was taught snipits of English and Latin by the travellers who passed by; I lived alone in a forest. The birds taught me the rest and I became a friend to all of feathers and flight and lived happily for the beginning of my life. But of course things tend to move on, and so they did. The people, who lived nearby occasionally sighted the feral orphan that was myself and in the delicate natural part of themselves became concerned. I called it foolish, they called it selflessness. And so I was taken into the town as a ragamuffin orphan, the birds said their hurried good-byes and presented me with a token, to symbolize our friendship – a tiny charm of golden wings. I kept it, tucked behind my ear so that all birds; big or small knew I was a friend. I was asked about it many times when I was put into some kind of ‘foster home’ but the cold gaze that they received upon, always let them know that it was special to me and I was partial to the birds. I lasted two weeks in the villagers houses before running away back to where I belonged.
But of course, even though I was a fair pain in the bottom, they returned to search for me. And even my greatest friends knew it was time to go, and with their love and their guidance; I set away, by my own little self.
The little set of wings piqued a great curiosity inside me. I passively examined their simple surface day after day and kept it close to me at all times.
After reaching a small city; built of cobblestone and tar; I knew I had to make a living to blend in and so I worked in a small forgery with some proficient blacksmiths who taught me the basis of their trade. Although I loved it, I didn’t stay long and with a backpack over my shoulders and drawstring bags brimming with money, I left.
And I walked and I walked and I walked - until even the sun sighed upon seeing me walking; for yet another constant day.
The walking was worth it though; for I soon found the place where all my dreams collided. It was in ruins when I found it - a singular, stone tower spiralling upwards into the sky. But from the plain blue sky and the wild forest around it, I knew it was where I had been hoping to find. And so, without any further ado I lived there.
The building was filled with beautiful diagrams and globes, structures and papers. I loved it. I began to mend the place, and make it my own and studied the papers and books as if they were my undying passion. Which, they were. The place became my own soon enough and in a sense I longed for somebody to stumble upon it, and praise it for what it was worth. But no-one did, and I secretly lavished in my hidden glory.
The little charm, I hung outside the window and it twinkled in the light of day. And even though it was one of the most honourable gifts imaginable; It gave me one of the most honourable gifts imaginable – Aesling.
She was a right old wreck when she flew to me; but seeing the little charm hanging outside the window must have given her a whole new hope to life. Her left wing was twisted out of shape dreadfully, and blood splattered her white feathers. Her right eye was scarred painfully and she quivered in pain when she reached my arms.
I set to work immediately, and with Aesling’s help, I became an inventor.
I didn’t sleep for days on end, instead I designed and drew, fastened and tested. And all that time Aesling didn’t speak a word or sigh a whimper, she watched. And out of copper and brass I made her a wing. It outlined her damaged one and strapped onto her body with thin straps of leather, it was beautiful and she flew just as elegantly and proficiently as before; if not more. Then I worked on her eye. This one was difficult; it was a dark sphere of polished glass rimmed with thin wires of copper. Her old eye was useless, and with an overload of antiseptics and anaesthetics I replaced it, as if it were my own. The bird thanked me immensely and I replied with a love more passionately than I had felt before, and I blessed her Aesling, (copper-ling or brass-ling).
She never left me, and I never left her and forever my love is tied to the beautiful dove of feather and brass.
Talos stopped writing. His hand ached as much as his heart and he stood up to stretch his wings. They were made of glass and copper just like Aesling’s and gave him the gift of flight like he had always dreamed. WIP