~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[June Bug]

[Crying Wolf], both ordering/making art of him and him being friends with chars is perfectly fine =3

[EnergyRaptor]

Ok, I was almost a bit worried there! ^^;

[Nawee]

The new Goeys are cute, Kam =3 Though none really calls out to me, except for Cycle =3 He's adorable.

[iBrevity]

Goennec Pen: #3
Name: Omni and Caedes.

How would you use them:
You know that I will adore and love Omni and Caedes. <3
I will get much art of them and write a ton. They will be integrated in with Queen and Alabaster as the prize that, for once, Queen wants and cannot get. Omni will serve as Alabaster's close friend, as their gentle personalities will work well together, and both will be submissive to Queen. Caedes, however, will be scornful of her and Ala and rather ignore them, tied only to the tiny group by his other side's loyalty. He would avoid Queen constantly, and of course this would make her desire to win him over more.
Personally, I would love to begin writing wtih him. I adore having multiple personality characters, as I've only ever had two before and never like this one [or male, for that matter]. I think I could expand their stories into countless directions and figure out many things to do with them.

Backstory:
[Please keep in mind that he is effected by mulitple personality disorder. Paler blue is Omni, the more gentle and compassionate one/dark blue is Caedes, the merciless and harsh one.]

The night was cold. Chill seeped through the cracks in the cave as though liquid in itself, creeping along the ground and making the creature tucked inside shiver. Lightning flashed in the night sky, illuminating the heavy, pregnant white full moon and the clouds that drifted in angry grays around her base.
Her muscles were tense with both the rocking of the evening and the pain she had just pushed through. She lay alone, forelegs stretched along the ground in front of her, sheltered back in a makeshift nest of tender green spring shoots and fringed with delicate rose petals.
As she turned her head to look down at the colt beside her, she sucked in her breath. Her stomach roiled with the impossibility of what lay tucked into the curve of her ribcage. The small ram was a pristine white at his newborn age, his fur as soft as the snow that just then began to settle in long rivulets against the field outside. The rain slowed and made way for the fleeting blizzards to coat the world.
The new mother gently leaned down and touched her muzzle to his own, pushing up her son’s face and meeting his vivid blue eyes. Sleepily, he blinked the brilliant gaze and flicked one miniature ear forward to peer curiously at this girl he did not know. Across his back rustled a pair of intricately feathered wings.
She smiled just barely, the expression tracking across her slender mouth. It was time to give her new child a beginning. “Your name shall be Omni, for you are my everything.” In the low light, the newborn’s eyes flashed into a darker shade of blue and a sharp frown flickered over its face. Although the mother flinched, she offered up a shy smile to this new being. “And you… you will be Caedes, for you are my falling.”

I was six months old when the voice started talking.
At first I thought it was my mother calling me. I would constantly sit up from my lopsided playing and peer around for her, confused when I couldn’t see her familiar silhouette. I did not bring up the topic to her; by the time she would return to our den after a long day searching for materials, I had long since forgotten the speaking.
Over a sluggish progress of days, the voice started to get more and more insistent. It was never fully talking to me; it was almost like a constant flow of thoughts. It puzzled me for the voice could get loud enough to drown out everything else, even my own thoughts. Whoever it was had issues, and for some time I actually felt bad for this stranger trapped inside my skull. I could tell from just the rumble of his voice that he was vastly misunderstood by his mother, and it made me ache for him. I could not imagine having a mother who did not like me.
When I was eight months old I was finally bothered enough to mention the problem to my mother. By then, I was unaware of just how different I was.
“Mommy,” I complained one evening over a warm dinner of rich grasses, looking up at her with my infamous bright blue eyes. “I have a voice in my head.”
I will never forget her expression, for it deathly scared me. A flicker of passionate rage passed over her beautiful eyes before it was smoothed with a false smile that did not erase the previous look. I shrunk back in the dark shadows of our home.
“…what does he sound like?” She asked, her voice soft and shaky. I could tell by her shallow breathing that she was afraid.
Like always, I wanted to ease that feeling. I hated seeing my mother weak, so I crawled over to her and began frantically cleaning her shoulders. Silently I had always thought they were weird looking; naked without a matching pair of bladed wings that I had. “He’s mean.” I replied simply after a minute, resting my chin on her shoulder blade. I did not even dwell on how she had known it was male.
She gently turned to me and licked my mane, soothing the impossibly tangled fur flat over my forehead. Chuckling softly, she shook her head. “It’ll all be okay, Omni. Just go to sleep.”
I could never protest my mother, so although I rallied against her orders and begged her to tell me how to fix the problem, I eventually slumbered peacefully that night.
When I woke up the next morning, I was gone.

I felt like a foolish youngster when the voice first started.
The thing was dull; it was constantly going in circles in a childish thought process and left me stranded in my own. Most of the time, the voice was just a low murmur, barely even noticeable unless I really thought about it. By the time I was eight months old, it was had grown to a more interesting roar.
Whatever was speaking right into my mind’s ear was frantic. The poor thing was scared by absolutely everything, and even as the days slipped past with the voice still lapping against my thoughts I grew into almost a protective stance over it. It sounded like a silly prey animal about to be eaten by a ravenous predator.
“Caedes!” Her voice bellowed across the smooth expanse of the meadow and I perked up, lifting my slender head from chasing terrified grasshoppers through the long grass. I wiggled my short tail at my mother, trotting up to meet her.
“Hello, Mother.” I greeted, a throaty adult voice sliding out of my chest. I knew it always caught her off balance for every time I spoke she would stand still for a moment, as though counting to ten to collect her thoughts. I did not interrupt.
“I have dinner for you.” She finally replied, and turned to pad into our den. I chased her heels, halfway playful but mostly hungry. My mother and I did not connect like I suspected most parent and child pairings did.
As I fed that night and later chewed over the remains of the meal, I studied my dam in the quiet moonlight. “Somebody has been talking in my head.”
There was not even a flicker of surprise in her look. She merely glanced over, tired and strained. I could see that she was growing older, and the information made me ponder what I was going to do once the sucker finally died off.
“I know.” She replied simply, setting her chin on the ground. Although she still physically watched me, I knew she was looking through me. The expression had always infuriated me.
I huffed my breath, turning away from her. “I suspected you did.” I growled back, wisdom glittering in my midnight blue gaze. “What’s his name?”
She did not inquire why I was asking some pointed questions. She didn’t even seem to wonder how I knew she would have an answer. She only half-closed her mysterious eyes and I watched the corners of her mouth pull into a shadowed smile. “His name is Omni. And he’s my son, unlike you.”

When I was a year old, everything evolved and changed.
My mother declared that we were leaving the home we had lived in since I had been born. I was scared of going somewhere new, but I trusted my mother fully and did not doubt her words. I was positive that the only reason we were leaving was for, somehow, the good of my life.
Despite how many times I pestered her to give me some sort of hint of where we were going, she would not budge. Every time she would merely give me a soft, partially amused smile and whisper, “It’s a secret.” I wasn’t sure then who exactly she was keeping the secret from. It was, after all, just me and her.
So we worked to clear out the land from all evidence we had ever lived there, diligently wiping away a year’s record of hoof prints and encouraging the trampled grass to grow new lively shoots. When the morning came to leave, I stood on the nearby crest of the small hills that surrounded our den and let a wistful smile apologize to the handsome location situated below us.
“Goodbye…home.” I said softly, and the wind whipped away the words and twisted them into new translations. I turned my back to the place that I had been born, moved my wings into a more comfortable ride across my shoulders and spine, and trotted after my forlorn mother.

The psycho mother took us to a tribe.
I had figured that she was beginning to lose it, but I never figured that her insanity had progressed this far. We stood on the outskirts of the territory and I breathed deeply in and out, trying both to contain my explosive anger and count how many various fellows had walked across this border.
Beside me, my bold mother stood. She seemed deflated somehow, depressed. I did not care, so I did not try to cheer her up. Instead, I stood twisting my face into a scowl. “I thought you said wings weren’t normal.” I jiggled the appendages on my back, glaring sharply at her with emotion fluent eyes.
My only answer was a soft sigh unwinding from her mouth.
I snorted and rolled my eyes. “They’re going to kill your precious Omni if you walk in there.” I did not mention my own name; I was well aware that she did not care about me. I did find it interesting, however, that this silly opposite of me, the compassionate Omni, did not even know I existed. I, however, held all of his mysteries.
The female flicked her ears back, and I knew I had leaned on a button. I did not apologize, and she did not ask me to. “…we’re going. Come, Caedes.” She stepped onto the land fearlessly and although I knew how this was going to end, I followed. Perhaps a stupid part of me still wanted to earn her affection.

They all stared at me.
I rustled my feathers, embarrassed to be there. My gaze remained glued to the ground, but I could still feel their prickling glares all across my itching skin. I pressed tightly to my mother’s side, listening to the whooshing of her heart and trying to ignore my shame at being present. For a year I had thought that my mother was the odd one out and I was the normal one. Now I knew the truth.
“I request only to stay for a few months.” Her tone was mellow, serene almost. She faced off against the bold-faced alpha of the herd, watching him with her beautiful gaze. She was giving the ram no way to back out.
He frowned at her, halfway annoyed, and glanced down at me. I shrank more, wishing myself into oblivion. “I do not want your son staying here.” He finally replied, lifting his chin. He was obviously daring her to challenge him. The pose of his head, tilted just so for the sunlight to glint off his proud horns, made it apparent.
My mother blew out a sigh. “You promised me six months.” She stated, making her voice louder. The herd members gathered around began to stir, watching her with more interest. Hidden in the shadow of half her face, she winked at him. “I would not have guessed that a ram like you would break your promises to me for fear of a tiny foal.” She spit the final word out and snorted, turning to leave and guiding me along with the curve of her body.
A snicker chased its path through the crowd and the ram stiffened, swallowing. She stopped as his words rebounded against the herd. “Fine. Stay.”
A triumphant grin passed her face but by the time she had turned around to bow to him, she was all at peace and calm again. “Thank you, my lord.” She responded, turning and padding off to the far reaches of the territory.
I peeked back behind me at the ram and whimpered when he shot me a frigid glare. Quickly, I snuck back into my mother’s side and stayed there for the rest of the lonely, cold night.

“Do you ever get tired of lying to your son?”
The sun was warm and drew delicate heat waves across my folded wings. The nice weather was bringing me plenty of tranquility, and being so far away from the rest of the dumb tribe gave me time to relax. I knew Omni constantly fretted about others staring at him, but I didn’t mind. Actually, I was proud of being different.
Across our shared meadow, my mother startled. Her muscles twitched at my calm voice and although she remained grinding her food in her mouth, I could practically feel the anger radiating off of her. “I don’t lie to Omni.”
I chuckled, a throaty sound. My mother had always amused me. “Now you’re just lying to yourself, Mother.” My final word was taunting to her, for I knew how much she hated me calling her that. As predicted, she snorted out an angry breath and tried to rein her temperament in.
“I do not lie to Omni. What have I lied to him about?” Her question honestly caught me off guard; usually our conversations stopped with me having the last words.
I glanced up at her and frowned. Besides being surprised, her inquiry was worthless. “Are you being serious?” I questioned her, cocking my head to one side. When she didn’t reply, I burst out into guffaws. “What haven’t you lied to him about?”
She swallowed, having not predicted my retort. I plowed on.
“How about his father and what happened to him? How he’s sharing his body with me? How I’m sharing my body with him?” My tone was cheerful, agonizingly so. “Does he know anything?”
She frowned to herself, the expression guarded from me. Unfortunately for the dull confines of my dam, I was exceptionally good at reading straight through her petty masks. “That’s exactly what I was asking. Do you ever get tired of lying to your son?” I repeated my first question, my sharp, dark gaze boring into her.
She swallowed, looked at the ground, and gave in under me with the tiniest of whispers. “…yes.”

In the last month of the small family’s stay, tragedy struck.
A disease began to wind its way frantically through the ranks of the herds, uncoiling within the stomachs of the beasts and making them utterly sick. Most would succumb to deep, dark sleeps that never disappeared and eventually, slowly, starve away, entombed within nightmares.
The mother who had given birth to the son with two souls tried desperately to escape the poison. She took her child and ran with him, leaving the herd just as the lead ram toppled from the deathly sickness.
By the time they reached the outskirts of the mountains, she was weak. Her muscles twitched every time she moved, and although she dragged herself for miles, she could reach no further. As she lay down, her son tucked into her side, she listened to his even breathing and silently fell asleep.
She never woke up.

[Papyrsatyr]

The new Goeys are pretty...although not my cup of tea. Will still be fun to see who gets what. I do love pegasus though. <3

[Lirrie]

Goennec Pen #: Pen #6 (yay me)
Name: Aurora Aborialas
How would you use him/her: I will be using her in the Rp, I will get art of her (somehow) her story will be tied in with Lavantia's.
Define your Goennec:


Her Theme Song


been a long road to follow
been there and gone tomorrow
without saying goodbye to yesterday
are the memories I hold still valid?
or have the tears deluded them?
maybe this time tomorrow
the rain will cease to follow
and the mist will fade into one more today
something somewhere out there keeps calling
am I going home?
will I hear someone singing solace to the silent moon?
zero gravity what's it like?
am I alone?
is somebody there beyond these heavy aching feet
still the road keeps on telling me to go on
something is pulling me
I feel the gravity of it all
- Gravity by
Performed by: Maaya Sakamoto
Lyrics: troy
Composition, Arrangement: Youko Kanno

Hooves how they thunder through the night
like echoes in the tree
they are there
there is no light
only darkness on this night

A light come from afar
burning like a star
it is the unicorn
-By Me

Name: Aurora Aborialas
Nickname: SwiftFoot
Species: Unicorn Goennec
Age: 2
Mother: Unknown who she was
Father: Atlas, He left when she was little
Sibblings: Alive Somewhere out there

Personality: Aurora is a peaceful Goe who has no use for fighting, she only wants to live peacefully and will settle for no less. Because of her peace full attitude she has been seen as weak but really she is not. She cant stand the scent of blood and if she smells it she passes out. (Ok i got that from the Twelve Kindoms XD) She loves to run though which came to give her her nickname Swift Foot.

Most of her friend called her by her nickname all the time but a few just called her Aurora. She was a very friendly lamb that was soft spoken and popular as they come. She grew Into one of the most loved goe's in the herd but inside she was torn by the loyalty of her herd and the love of her heart.

Her Crush: Ciro (will be finding a male later XD)

Likes: Suger grass (a rare grass found on only the Unicorn Geo herd grounds, grooming, running through the streams that flow through her home land.

Dislikes: Blood (it makes her pass out), predators, fire

On to the Story....

I opened my eyes
and to my suprise
I saw a unicorn
- Me

A huge shape bounded through a river at full speed, her front paws grabbing the rocks to prevent her from slipping and her back hooves helping her accelerate through the water. Her mane flew in a delicate art over her head and neck. She loved the water it was one of her favorite elements as it could bring and take life away. The nymph of the water loved to play around her as the nymph of the air loves to braid her mane when they could.

Her name was Aurora Aborialas and she was one of the rarest breed of Goe's in the land, as a unicorn Goe she was constantly aware of the elements around her. The nymph of the water, the nymph of the air, the spirits that controled harmony and the fiend that brought darkness to the heart. The imps that controlled fire and the one that controlled the earth as well. All of them she was able to see and fell, they were hers to command if she wished to.

She dipped her head to drink from the stream, the air ruffling her mane, the smell of sugar met her nose telling her she was close to her destination but not yet there. She knew that home was somewhere up this river was her true home, since last month she had been feeling a pull towards her true birth place. She had been on a long journey and soon it would be ending from the smell of her favorite type of food. Suger cube grass only grew in the herd grounds of her ancestors but they had fled that place long ago it was said something horrible had happened their cause all her ancestors to flee fearing for their life.

They had all gone in separate directions, some choosing to go with others. The breed was spread to the wind and the lines became quite thin at one point but they persevered and the breed survived near extinction, and became stronger in the process. Now Aurora one of their ancestors was finally going home to the ancient hunting grounds.

She walked the long cool river and finally saw a clearing in the distance, a glint off fur caught her eyes and she saw a goe very unlike herself. This Goe had a thick lavender mane and fur the color of a golden sun, she was in the process of grazing. Aurora noticed that this goe unlike her had a full set of paws, she wondered if she was one of the rares her mom always told her about.

She stared at the other Goe in curiosity wondering who she was and what she was doing in the old herd ground, she was so focused that she didnt notice to other goe was walking to her till she was already there.

"Who are you?" said the other Goe with great mistrust.

"I think I should ask that of you instead as these are my old herd grounds," stated Aurora.

"I am Lavantia a gemstone goe, et toue (and you)?" said the shiny goe.

"I am Aurora Aborialas a Unicorn Geo." said Aurora uncertain. Lavantia then did something that shocked aurora, she sat on her. "W-What are you doing?" said Aurora.

Lavantia abrubtly got up sensing the other goe's anxeity, "I'm just greeting you." said Lavantia.

"Oh, please dont do that again without my permission." said Aurora warily.

"Ok," stated Lavantia a little put off by Aurora's decline of the proper greeting.

Aurora tossed her her mane sensing the other now noticeably younger goe's sadness. "Its okay I'm just touchy about that sort of thing." she said gently.


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Kenny Loggins The Last Unicorn

When the last eagle flies over the last crumbling mountain,
And the last lion roars at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving at the last unicorn...

When the first breath of winter through the flowers is icing,
And you look to the north,and the pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance, hear the laughter of the last unicorn
(forcefully)I'M ALIVE!! ...IM ALI---VE

When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning,
And the future has passed without even a last, desperate warning

-Then- look into the sky where through the clouds a path is -formed-
Look and see her, how (whispered) she sparkles, it's the last unicorn!(forcefully)I'M ALIVE!! ...IM ALI---VE

(music)

I'M ALIVE!!... I'M ALI---VE .....I'M ALIVE!! ...I'M ALI---VE ...I'M ALIVE!!...I'M ALI---VE!!


Major WIP- will try to finish tomorow but this story is never over

[Irbis]

Goennec Pen #:6

Name:Haili [pronounced Ha-yee-lee]
How would you use him/her: I would add him to my character thread, get loads of art of him since i think he is beautiful, my favorite Goennec until now ^^ and probably join the rp
Mother: Lexia
Father: Thorre [pronounced Th as in "think"-o-rre]
Sister: Baghira
Define your Goennec:
The moon shone brightly and cast rays of dappled moonlight at the Goennecs below. Their eyes were wide open, staring up at the single sillouhette outlined against the moon, his eyes sparkling and an evil grimace spread across his face.
"Lexia" he called "come up here and show yourself"
A graceful shape rose up from the crowd holding her head high, she padded silently to the rock on which her leader was standing.
"You have no right to judge me, Thorre" she growled "I have done nothing wrong"
"You have killed our former leader in cold-blood"
"I did not" Lexia reared up on her hind legs
"you will be sent to exile" Thorre spat "Now!"
* * *
The sun cast rays of warm sunlight on the leaves above me, I squinted and let out a joyfull yelp. This was my first time seeing the world; warm, welcoming, troubleless. My mother's sweet scent surrounded me along with the warm scent of her milk, she looked at me with eyes full of love, making me feel safe and happy. At that time, I thought that life was nothing but happiness and no worries. My sister pushed me aside and i fell into a bunch of crispy leaves, not wasting a moment and being much bigger and stronger than me, she jumped on top of me and practically smashed me with her weight
tsk tsk "that is no way to play" my mother said "Baghira, get off your brother"
"but mo-om!" Baghira wailed, her black pelt shimmering in the sunlight. rrrrrr she growled at me before turning away
"remember" our mother told us "your father is coming today, please be good and don't do anything to anger him"
I sensed something in her tone, was it fear? she had told stories about Father, she said he was brave, ferocious and easilly angered. I tucked my muzzle into my mother's fur and drifted off to sleep.
I opened my eyes to see Bagheera standing over me
"fast!" she growled "He's here!"
I heard rustling in the undergrowth and gasped as I saw my Father.
His body was covered with scars and half of his horn was cut off, his huge front paws looked like they can smash your skull with one blow while his back hooves would crush your bones. his muscles rippled under his pelt but what surprised me most was his face. His evilish grin. He stared at me as if I was nature's mistake, like I wasn't his son.
"So these are Laihi and...Baheeru?" he sneered
"Haili and Bagheera" my mother corrected timidly
Bagheera stepped forward
"Hello, Father" she did not even flinch as she stared him in the eyes
"So small and yet so brave" he laughed evilly
He came up to me and I felt my stomoch churn at his foul breath
"Lahii, isnt it?" he growled
"H-Haili, Father"
"I dont care!" he said with disgust "What worthless children you have, Lexia"
My mother tried to sound calm "they are your kids too, Thorre"
"What do the laws of the forrest say?" he provoked "The father takes on of the two children"
"No..." my Mother whispered "Don't, they are still too young"
"They? I will only take Bagheera"
I looked at Bagheera, she did not look angry or sad I even thought she was...excited.
"Can I go?" she asked Mother which stunned me "Pleeease?"
My mother looked like she was going to pass out
"Mom" I whispered "It's ok, im with you"
"I will be the strongest and toughest Goennec in the whole forest!" she raised her chin high and cast me a proud look
"Goodbye then" I murmured, she never was kind to me and now that i've seen my Father I realised that she was a lot like him. Same look and same muscles as well as a similar pattern.
"Bye, Unicorn" She teased, I hated it when she called me that but I knew that she secretly admired my single horn.
* * *
My following years were spent with my mother, we continued living peacefully, with nothing much happening. We have seen Bagheera once or twice and she said that now she lived in a Tribe, I asked my Mother why we couldn't live in a Tribe too but she wouldn't answer. As i grew, i became more and more handsome, the fur on the back of my neck grew into a beautiful sandy mane and my jet black horn became sharp as a needle. My heart ached for adventures, to explore so I decided to leave.
My sweet Mother was very upset at this but I told her that I will return soon and that I will do something to get us back to the Tribe
"Take care" She told me as I was leaving "and remember that I love you"
"By mom" I murmured "I love you too"
I didn't know where I was heading but I knew that our forest was located in Italy,I also wanted to see the people of which my Mother told me so I decided to head to the city. After four days of marching, I finally got to the edge of the forest, I was amazed at what I saw. Rows of houses spread across the road, overgrowing with vines and sweet-smelling flowers, small boutiques dotted the street with people unhurriedly talking or buying something. Ocasionally, people passed with dogs which barked loudly but to my relief, they all wore leashes. I decided to take a look around, careful not to be seen, I passed between lanes and small roads until I got to the dock. Small ships and yachts were parked there along with fisherboats and cruise ships

{editing}

[Irbis]

um Kam, what kind of mythical creature is no. 6 based on?

[Lirrie]

Grrr its a unicorn, I was hoping noone would go for her but now my form is going to need to be assertive.

[Irbis]

Grrr its a unicorn, I was hoping noone would go for her but now my form is going to need to be assertive.

unicorn? i thought it was a lion XD
anyway, that makes me want it more >:3