[Snowseph]

Floc #: 102
Floc Name: Aurum
Backstory (less than 500 words):

wip!

[corazone]

Floc #: 101

Floc Name: Fleer
Backstory: Fleer is a thief - they steal basically any kind of sweet thing they can get their paws on. Nobody knows WHY, since flox don't exactly need to eat, but they will take any kind of candy or pastry - cakes, chocolate, candy, Twinkies... However, the blue and pink floc seems to have a special fondness for bubblegum, and they will always try and nab some of it even if they would get caught no matter what. Fleer happens to hide all of this candy underneath a certain tree in a very large forest - they entertain themselves by chasing off the wild animals trying to eat their hoard. They are only regarded as little more than an annoyance by whoever they meet, since a few pieces of candy or a slice of cake isn't exactly a significant loss for anyone.

As for WHY they decided to do this, Fleer lived in a forest that was full of birds that could steal anything you had on your person, as well as aggresive bears and badgers. They figured that hoarding candy would make the animals sick, and they wouldn't have to deal with them. They now regret this immensely, as every forest creature on the planet seems to want some of their candy.

[~Razzle~]

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By me.

Floc #: 102
Floc Name: Cuttle

Sit down, you're rockin' the boat.
[size=85]Form loosely based on this song.

Backstory:

The rain pounded on the round windows at an angle, and Cuttle made a non-comitial noise. It was tired. Tired of being awake, and tired of sitting around. Cuttle stood on shaky legs, twitching Its ears. “I’m on a boat...” Cuttle thought. It suddenly grew excited. “I’m on a boat!”

Cuttle raced out from under the corner covered with tarp, tripping on its own feet. Scurrying to its feet, It raced back and forth. It could tell by the aura that the boat was a small row boat. The boat rocked back and forth from the movement above, almost tipping. Cuttle paused, sitting in the air for a moment, as the boat continued to move under it.

Cuttle has always been eccentric. That’s just how It works, ‘it’ being both life and Cuttle. It smirks, moving its head over the edge of the boat, and is promptly rewarded with a spray of water. Cuttle knows that water can be a dangerous thing, given the whole levitation deal. But It smirks, and reaches one paw over the edge, and lowers it.
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. ` . ` . ` . `And I Said To Myself, Sit Down, Sit Down, Sit Down, You’re Rockin’ The Boat . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . ` . `

Water is cold. Water is wet. Water is scary. “Water is fun!” Cuttle squeals as the oddity that is levitation topples It over into the water, resulting in a loud splash. The water shocks It, and It struggles for a minute or two (or eight, but don’t tell anybody), before realizing that It can trick the levitation into thinking the boat is the ground. Cuttle entertains Itself by pushing off and falling back to the boat, and snickers as It knows fish keep coming over to check It out.

Cuttle must have spent hours in the water before diving below the surface. The light that hung from its head floated and bobbed, attracting fish. Cuttle grew restless, and finally darted forward, snatching a fish in its firm jaws, shook it, and released. The fish was fine, but swam away, other fish following.

Returning to the ocean became a regular occurrence for Cuttle, and every time fish came by to investigate, It would catch and release, and eventually returned to the boat. Each day, Cuttle would stay longer and longer in the water, only returning to the surface to sleep and breathe. It learned to wrap Itself in seaweed to float like the otters, and learned different ways to trick the levitation. It was independent.

The boat no longer rocks, and seems to stay away from Cuttle when It was in the water, like all the other fish have learned. Cuttle became the scariest thing in the ocean, and yet the light acted as a beckoner, calling more fish to entertain It. And Cuttle continued, and seemed to never stop. It was free from the boat, free from the tired sleep, and free from the land.

Life was good.

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[Golden.AUO]

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Floc Name:

Leviathan

Backstory:

With a large splash the water came crashing around him. His body fought against the urges to flail and panic as he tried to levitate out of the horrid water. His companions watched his frail body thrash in the cold waves; some with twisted pleasure, and others with horrified regret. He had to make it out himself, he couldn't let them believe he was the runt of the group, but the darkness of the depths called him as the strength leeched from his body. His form slipped under the surface slowly as he gave up the fight to get airborne. His thoughts slipped into thinking of the ones who pushed him in; he didn't want to cause someone's untimely demise, but he couldn't bring himself to try to release himself once more.
A rough tug from the water woke Leviathan with a start. The surge of fear from his savior seemed to revitalize him to move and splutter copious amounts of water out of his lungs.
'You're alright?! Levi!'
'Hey, Hey, you didn't have to pretend to drown.'
'shut your trap!'
'Levia you're going to be fine, I swear!'
The thoughts came pouring into his mind so fast he barely registered that they were all different voices.
'Fine... I'm ok...' His mind pushed pass the frantic static of the others so they would be quiet. His mind needed to rest, not be bombarded by worried exclamations. He needed to think about what he was doing with his life; what he was doing with these "friends" of his.
That seemed so long ago now, he could still feel the cold darkness leech into his body. His eyes caught the form of a small kid, much like himself, being thrown to the ground. The group responsible seemed to be laughing and joking, but the small one laughed uncomfortably with them as they picked themselves up. Leviathan silently watched them as they pointed out the misty lake beside them and the rickety shack that sat near its shores. He knew too well what this meant for the poor outcast of the group. He'd taken it upon himself to live within it for this very reason; though he never expected that the story changed to include a monster living within the shack instead of it being haunted. Maybe he had accidentally scared a few of them when he'd greet them, but he was nothing but nice to the poor creatures who entered his home.

[butchazurite]

Floc #: 102
Floc Name:
Backstory (less than 500 words):

I NEED THAT FLOC, I NEED IT, NEED IT

[BlackWren]

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

She grew on me. I can't help it 0v0
Reservedddddd~

[prince.]

Floc #: 105
Floc Name: Kalio

Backstory (less than 500 words):


Such Reserved

[CorruptedPuppet]

Kijani Samaki
His name means green fish from
where i'd first had my first
sightings of the creature
I had first seen the
Flock on my vacation
to the NY at Green
Lake.I'd never
seen something
like him in my
life.

wip

[philocalist]

Floc #: 104
Floc Name: Torrent
Backstory : wip

res <3

I lost the idea for my story. :/

[glassesprotag]

reserving *o* <33