[capone.]

Floc #: 105
Floc Name: Greksa
Backstory (less than 500 words):

[gillybean7303]

Floc #: Number 101
Floc Name: Wip
Backstory (less than 500 words): Wip

[koegami]

Floc #: 104
Floc Name: Doc
Backstory (less than 500 words):

Wip. Doing something unique for mine
A little starfish story ; that changed
My life

[jensen ackles]

Floc #: 104
Floc Name: Jake from State Farm
Backstory (less than 500 words): Wipwip

Not sure if I will have time to do my form, but res <3

[pidgeoncat]

Floc #: 104
Floc Name: Raura
Backstory (less than 500 words): wip

[hypersomnia.]

Floc #: 102
Floc Name: Beam
Backstory (less than 500 words): Beam didn't start in the water- he actually started on land, as a bee-keeper. He traveled a lot, and constantly wishes he could go back to that. Anyway, he took a trip to the Galapagos Islands and was festinated by the water there, and the coral reefs and fish. So he asked somebody to do a little witch craft for him- he wanted to breathe water. There was a catch though- He would never be able to breathe the air again. Only water, forever. And if any part of him touched the air, it would burn away at his skin. So here he is, forever in the water, alone.

[Wesley]

Floc #: 101

Floc Name: Dorian

Backstory: Dorian entered the cave, cackling loudly to herself. Finally, finally she had found the chest that she was looking for. Dorian wasn't particularly a criminal, no, but she certainly was anything aside from mentally stable. She fumbled with her key, holding it in a paw, as she smirked. Many humans had tried to steal the key from her, but none had ever succeeded. Her strange mind allowed her to outthink and outplay others. She was an excellent guard of her own key. Losing or giving away the key would mean that the man who found it would befriend her. Her loyalty would need be pledged to him, and she certainly did not intend to serve any despicable man. Flox were the superior race. Their minds are vast. Dorian concentrated, allowing her esca to grow brightly. She was excellent at holding her breath under water, due to her fish-like characteristics, and the esca provided her light source when she ventured too deep. Dorian let out a gasp, and immediately wished she hadn’t. She’d soon run out of air. She took in her surroundings – rock walls with lines and water-weathering. The walls were light brown. In the back of the ‘room’ there was a large chest. She’d first learned of it, overhearing a group of corrupted Flox discussing the whereabouts of a treasure chest rumored to be full of jewels and gold. If Dorian could pull this off, she’d be rich! She’d befriend each and every corrupted Floc to do her dirty work for her. Every corrupted Floc was money and power hungry, weren’t they?

Suddenly, Dorian felt very panicky. Her anxiety welled up inside of her as she realized that she was very far from the water’s surface. Sure, she’d practiced holding her breath for ages, but after too long, she’d pass out. Her brain began to feel numb as he grabbed the chest, struggling with all of her might to pull it up to the surface. Struggling, struggling, until she made an attempt to connect with a large creature (any at all) for help. Using her psychic power before she would slip into a coma, she attempted to connect with any creature around, but they could not pick up on her brain activity. Trying even harder to take matters into her own hands, she pulled up on the chest, swimming frantically to the surface. Her legs and arms moved rapidly, and she even flailed the chest, hoping to propel herself closer to the surface. It seemed as though another two minutes passed, and she could feel herself slipping away. Should she not be as good as gone by now? As she broke the water’s surface, she gasped for air. Her inability to levitate until out of the water again gave her the motivation needed to get to land. Where should she swim? She had no sight of shore. She spotted a sand bar and swam out to it. She hoped to dry, break the chest, and signal for help.

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Art:

By ~Fabricated-World~

[~{Lazarus}~]

My name is Leto meaning In Greek mythology, Leto meaning disputed or the hidden one.Even though it usually meant for the females. But my creator didn't really care about my gender. They hide me in a cave so nobody would find me, leaving me every few days to go get food and water but always returning.

ℓєтσ ѕтαятє∂ тσ яασм тнє ѕтяєєтѕ αѕ α ℓιттℓє gяєєи ¢σℓσяє∂ fσχ. ℓєтσ fιgυяє∂ συт нє нα∂ тнє ρσωєя тσ нσℓ∂ нιѕ вяєαтн fσя α υииαтυяαℓ тιмє υρ тσ αи нσυя ιf нє яєαℓℓу тяιє∂. ѕσσи ρєσρℓє ѕтαятє∂ тσ яєαℓιzє∂ тнαт нιѕ вσ∂у ωαѕ ¢нαиgιиg тнє мσяє нє ωєит ιитσ тнє ωαтєя.тнєи нє иσтι¢є∂ вυт ∂ι∂и'т яєαℓℓу тнιик мυ¢н σf ιт. αт fιяѕт. ∂υяιиg тнє вєgιииιиg ιт ωαѕ ѕ¢αℓєѕ тнαт ℓσσкє∂ тαттσσѕ вυт тнєи тнє ѕ¢αℓєѕ вє¢αмє мσяє яєαℓ,ρσρριиg συт σf нιѕ ѕкιи.нє ¢σνєяє∂ тнєм ωιтн fαвяι¢ αи∂ ωнαт иσтѕ. вυт ωнєи α ѕмαℓℓ вυмρ ѕтαятє∂ тσ fσяυм σи нιѕ нєα∂ нє києω ωнαт нє нα∂ тσ ∂σ.gσ ιи тнє ωαтєя σя иєνєя ѕнσω нιѕ fα¢є αgαιи. нє ∂є¢ι∂є∂ тнαт тнє ωαтєя ωαѕ нιѕ вєѕт ¢нσι¢є αт ℓєαѕт нє ωσυℓ∂ вє αвℓє тσ ѕнσω нιѕ тяυє ¢σℓσяѕ.αѕ ѕσσи αѕ нє нιт тнє ωαтєя тнє ѕ¢αℓєѕ ωєяє яєαℓ,тнє вυмρ σи нιѕ нєα∂ gяєω υитιℓ ιт яємιи∂є∂ нιм σf α ѕкιииу яσ∂ ωιтн α gяєєи вυℓв αт тнє єи∂. тнє мσѕт ραιиfυℓ тнιиg ωσυℓ∂ нανє тσ тнє fιиѕ єяυρтιиg συт fяσм нιѕ вα¢к.σи¢є єνєяутнιиg ωαѕ ∂σиє нє ѕωαм αи∂ ѕωαм υитιℓ нιѕ вσ∂у α¢нє∂ αℓℓ σνєя.нє fσυи∂ α иι¢є ℓιттℓє яєєf ωιтн αи ιѕℓαи∂ вєѕι∂є ιт єи¢αѕє нє ωαитє∂ тσ тαкє α вяєαк fяσм ωαтєя.нє єи∂є∂ υρ вυιℓ∂ιиg α ѕмαℓℓ ∂єи ωιтн α fєω тнιиgѕ fяσм нιѕ ραѕт ℓιfє.
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Art picec: Big WIP

[● Marilyn Ann ●]

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Floc #: 104
Floc Name: Kione, meaning "one who comes from nowhere"
Backstory:
Kione enjoyed deep sea diving. The depths of the unknown sparked his curiosity, and he, unlike most, was actually capable of reaching the deep, dark depths that only a handful before him have even seen. He would go all the time, too. He was mostly a loner, and the calming waves of the ocean helped with a stressful day.
wip

[buddha -]

reserve