~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Lady Masquerade]

I also will ask aquestion. Say someone gets baby Goennec and it's been a long time since they adopted the Goennec. If they want a pic of there Goennec grown up cause they think it's time for it to grow up do we pm you and you make it or do we like send a payment and you make it or do we just pretend they're big?

[Skylarr.]

actually Kam. I think Nixx and MilkyWay are gonna be mates. but I have to clarify with Toady.. Just so you know!

[Cirque]

Goennec Pen #: N/A
Name: Skyline
How would you use him/her: Art, possibly RPing, and I'd give her a spot on my character thread. She's the fifth goennec I've tried out, and hopefully she'll be my second goennec character.
Define your Goennec:

Here is a poem-ish thing I worte:
This honestly just... Came to me as I looked at Skyline's picture. It seems to fit her, in my opinion.
I honestly doubt I have a chance to win against my competators and their brilliant applications, but I enjoyed writing this so that's my incentive, and I could wish for no more than that.

I've always felt... Different.
Maybe it was because of my sparse mane, or my bobbed tail.
Or possibly it is because of my floppy ears.
Some say it's my amber eyes that separate me from the rest of my family tree.
I'm the only one with amber eyes.
Maybe I'm different on the inside, just maybe.
But what makes me different then?
I suppose my inside is no different from any other goennec's.
Or is it?
Answers are sure to come.
Unless change replaces them.
I wish not to change, I only wish for answers.
Feeling different from the others...
A gift or curse?
Am I different for the better or for the worse?
The other goennecs...
They say I'm different because I refuse to kill anything.
Not even for food.
But why take something's life when a surplus of it's deceased kind is already in exsistance?
Never shall I know, or at least, not the truth, I don't think.
My parents say being different is good.
That I'm an individual.
One of a kind.
Special.
Or am I?
Upon this land, there may be an exact replica of my very self.
But they all think indifferently.
Anyways,
I suppose I'll just say that my differences are for the better.
Until the answers come.
Until then.
I shall wait.
Forever.

[Lady Masquerade]

Wow Minnie, Mixx and Milky Way would make a very cute couple!

[Tammanae]

Goennec Pen #:
1
Name:
Ven
How would you use him/her:
Rp for sure. She would get an area in my character thread, and she would be a little friend for Blossom, who loves kids.
Define your Goennec:

"What do we do now my prime?" a stoic lavander male asked a proud looking black and red female, as her eyes scanned a waterfall.

"We climb," she responded simply. "We must lead the herd to safety."

"But my prime! We have weak ones with us. The elders will not make the journey across."

Ven, the young prime, closed her eyes and turned her head down, deep in thought. Suddenly, a bird the size of tree appeared in the sky, bearing overhead as it looked for prey.

"It is an eagle!!!! Quick! Hide the young!!!" came her bleat, and three soldiers herded the others to safety as Ven and her prince confronted the foul winged beast.

A horrible screech escaped the bird, and the fangs lining its beak gleamed in the sun as it swooped down to attack the two goennecs that remained.

"Prime! What shall we do?" the lavender male asked.

"We do what we always do Sopran, we fight!" she growled, her eyes gaining a mad gleam as she charged the beast.

Three days later, the battle was still going strong. Both sides were evenly matched, and finally, the bird screeched to halt. Wings large, bearing overhead, it looked down at the two proud goennecs and flapped once before folding its wings into its body. "Impressive... Never had prey been so agile and strong. You have my respect. Your herd will never be hunted by my people again."

The female's eyes glowed with relief. The battle was finally over, and exhaustion was taking over her body. "I am grateful for this, eagle," she responded, looking at the creature in the eyes as her herd came slowly behind her, the booming voice of the eagle having carried out its message to were they were hiding. As she turned, she flattened her ears. She still had the problem of what to do with her herd in order to cross the waterfall.

The wind ravaged her mane for a second as the eagle flapped its wings once, getting ready to take to the air again. "Eagle! Wait!" she bleated, making the eagle look down in surprise.

"What is it, goennec?" the eagle asked, tilting its head curiously.

"My herd must get to the top of the waterfall. Do you know of a way the elders and young could climb?" she asked, knowing that despite their fierce and evil look, eagles never lied and were honorable in their word. If she had indeed gained this one's respect, it should answer her question.

"There is no way other than climbing the rocks that sprout from the water, or flying."

"But my herd cannot sprout wings!!!" she bleated angrily.

"No, it cannot," the eagle responded, looking over the herd. "I shall help you pass. I will be your herd's wings. Climb on me and I shall take you to the top!" it said after a while, bending down to allow the herd to climb on top of it.

Sopran flattened his ears and looked at Ven. "Why should we trust it?" he asked angrily.

"Because we have no other choice..." she responded, her eyes tired and at a loss. "Let the young and elderly get on first," she called out to the herd, knowing that the younger ones might be strong enough to climb the waterfall if they did not fit.

Gratefully, the eagle was big enough for the small herd, and soon, they were up on the waterfall and one step closer to their destination, their new home.

* * * * *

Some days later, the herd had entered a forested area. Ven was pleased with the amount of prey that could be scented, and she had sent scouts to find a decent place to make their new home.

"Prime... I believe that our last scout has taken too long to return. Maybe we should consider that she has left the herd?"

"Nonsense Sopran... Where would she go? The herd is safest together," Ven answered, her face screwed in a stubborn way.

Almost as by cue, the two goennecs sniffed the air, and frowned. "Blood..." Sopran growled.

"Goennec blood," Ven finished, running to were the smell was coming from. On the forest floor lay the goennec scout, her pelt covered in blood. "Remari!" Ven bleated in surprise. "What happened to you?"

"Prime... A rival herd... they said that if we do not leave their lands, this is what will happen to the whole herd," the scout answered, coughing heavily.

Ven growled, her mane bristling. "We will find this herd... and we will pummel them to the ground."

"We will! This requires vengeance," Sopran boasted as well, as the scout's coughs quieted, her eyes closing for the last time.

* * * * *

Thundering hooves led the way as the red and black prime followed the scent of blood. She had left her herd in a blind moment of rage, her prince following after her. After a half day of endless running, the female prime had spotted the rival herd, and from the looks of a particularly large male surrounded by a harem she guessed who the prime was.

She bleated an angry war cry and rammed the stag straight on the side, her powerful horns puncturing his flank. A cry of pain escaped his throat as he turned, but he was too slow, and as he saw his attacker, she rammed his face, her red horns almost gouging his eyes.

"What is the meaning of this? You come here unannounced and you start attacking me in front of my harem? Learn your place, doe, or I shall do you what I did the one that smelled of another herd and refused to join us," he snarled, putting on a defensive stance.

"You think you frighten me, you worthless beast? I am the prime of the herd from which that young doe came from, and she is now dead because of you. A simple warning would have been better than the savagery done to her!" Ven exclaimed, her mane on end.

The male stared at her in surprise, then suddenly burst out laughing. "A herd that is led by a doe? What kind of weak bunch do you come from?" he asked her, mockery on his voice.

"Weak? I will show you weak!" she snarled, rearing in anger.

Not a second after she had said this, a large growl emanated from the trees, and a huge bear, stampeded through. The rival herd screamed in despair as they saw the large creature storming through their camp. The prime that had been injured by Ven tried to run away as well, but his wounds slowed him down, and the scent of blood carried over to where the bear was at, making him roar once more and head for the kill.

Before Ven could react, the enemy prime was dead, and the bear roared with a triumphant voice. "Divine justice," Ven said, the wind ruffling her mane as the sun began to set.

"My prime! We must go!" Sopran said, looking at the bear in fear.

"No! If we leave the bear will find our own. We stay, and we fight!" she commanded, leaping at the bear.

The bear noticed her leap and charged at her as well, his jaws spread wide. Ven snarled and pounced on the bear, biting deep into his neck.

"Ouch Ven!!! Not so hard!!!" the bear whined, shaking her off.

"You wuss. You call yourself a stag?" came the response from the small black and red kid as she jumped off and started prancing around. "Admit it, admit you lost!" she reared, other kids running around her, all of them giggling and prancing.

"That's not fair! You always make me play the bear! I claim change!"

"Who else is going to play the bear? You are the biggest one of all of us," Sopran answered, bleating with laughter.

"Hmph!" the large kid responded, turning his back on them and sitting down stubbornly.

"Alright alright. You can play prime next time. Just be ready to get beaten by the bear!" Ven caved, still boasting about her strength.

"Ven!" came a voice from the distance. Ven looked up and saw a stunning red Goennec looking down at her, her eyes calm.

"Momma. It must be getting late," Ven said, looking up at the sky and noticing that stars were starting to appear. "Let's go guys. We'll keep it up tomorrow!" she bleated, getting cheers of approval as all the kids ran towards the lone doe, ready to go back to their mothers after a long and play filled day.

[versicolor]

Jade & Kam: Thank you ^^

Also, I might as well just put this up now, Melia and Basil are open for breeding. Londi will possibly be up for breeding and Lilly won't be avaliable to breed since she's technically still in the fairy world. I'm probably going to be a bit picky though X3

[basti]

Necessary Specs:
Goennec Pen #:
Name: Periboriwa (Peri)
How would you use him/her: Art, Writing, and lot's of love.
Define your Goennec:
Basics:
Name: Periboriwa
Name Meaning: Comes from the warrior Moon Goddess of the Yanomami people of the Amazon Rainforest.
Nickname: Peri
Pronunciation: Pey-rey-bo-ree-wah
Gender: Female
Age: 2 Years
Birthdate: Nineteenth Day of Summer (July 10th)
Personality: Peri is a child of the sun and the ocean. She strives for a happy life, one without pain or strife, but knows this isn't always possible. She dislikes when she has to stay still, and would rather be out running in the salty surf.
Likes: Her Mother, Her friends, the shoreline, fish, fresh air, nighttime
Dislikes: Storms, Bad Weather in general, cold air
Fears: Adult Males

Family:
Mother: Roroima
Father: Mawari (Not present, but alive)
Siblings: None known
Other Family: Chaviva (Grandmother, not blood related)

Attributes:
Height: 1ft
Weight: 17lbs
Eye Colour: Tenné
Fur Colour: Periwinkle and Cornflower Blue
Mane Colour: Cornflower Blue
Feet: Frontal Hooves, Hind Paws
Ears: Flopped
Tail: Bobbed
Mane: Very Short
Scars/Healed Injuries: Small scars on legs from running through the mangroves. A healed scar on her nose where she was pinched by a crab.

Location and Origins:
Accent: A soothing accent like the soft water of the floodplains. Slight twangy undertones, but mostly smooth and soft.
Biomes: Mangrove Forest, Wetlands, Intertidal, Coast
Climate: Very humid Summers, Mild Winters
Description of Setting: Long, sandy outlying island with mangrove swamps on either end. Connects to mainland by a very low lagoon blocked off from the main ocean by thick mangroves. Beach grass outlines the sand.
History: Mother always told me that when a kid was born, the four brightest stars in the sky would fall and arise from the waters as Goennecs to greet the newborns. Amana, the Eastern Light, and Abay-Mengo, the Northern Mother, arrived before the birth. Their glistening pelts held beauty that could not be seen on Earthly Goennecs, and their eyes were made of stars. Tamusi, the Western Protector, and Bochica, the Southern Father, arrived after the kid was born. The pair mirrored their female companions, but harsher, their black pelts glittered like obsidian and their eyes glowed like flames.

She never really told me what the purpose for this ceremony was, I guess she found me too young to understand the reasons. I had puffed my fuzzy chest out when she first told me this story and swore I would find out the reasons. Mother only smiled and pushed back part of my mane from my eyes.

Mother and I lived on the coastline, a far stretching patch of land that smelled like seaweed, fish, and the delicate flowers that poked through the patches of beach grass. We lived in a small group, the two of us, some small families of Goennecs that usually only consisted of a mother and her children, and 2 small deer. None of us were leader, and we all lived peacefully together. The food there was plentiful, beach grass covered nearly the entire shoreline, and the black mangroves perched on the flood zones hid tasty, small fish. The only predators, was the occasional big cat, who didn't pay them much attention, and the large fish who normally stayed in the deep water to feed on smaller fish, and only came to the shallows if they couldn't find anything else.

Winter was always mild. Mother said the Snow was afraid of the endless water, as Snow knew she couldn't curl her icy fingers over the ocean. The temperatures dipped at night, but the high grasses and the warm sand beneath the cool surface protected us. The fish were scarce, and the plants were dry, but we still thrived. A wild fire would arrive mid-Winter, but would quickly die out. None of the fires were ever threatening enough to disturb our way of life.
Spring was the time of beauty. It was when Abay-Mengo would snap her fingers together and from the sound, the flowers, trees, and grasses would bloom, bringing vibrant colour to our shore of brown, green, and blue. The water began getting warm again, and the younger Goennecs and I would romp through the salty water. We would play games and fling the water at each other. We played dares, and made each other drink the salty liquid or pick up a crab with our mouths.

Summer was when we celebrated our Birthdates. We would try to make our friends presents with the beach grasses, and all our mothers would yell at us for wasting valuable food on silly gifts. Though we all knew that they did the same when they were younger. On my birthdate, Mother woke me up early so we could watch the warm sun rise from behind the big cypress. The sun's light erased the night sky and the stars inside it, sending it's gold and maroon light across the beach and the water beyond. The Summer sunrises and sunsets were beautiful and a site you could see only on the coastline. When my friends would wake, we would play in the hot sun. We'd jump, splash, and chase the little minnows until they disappeared into the deep water. When our mothers called us back onto the land, we would all go to the lagoon and exchange our presents for each other in the warm, brackish water.

Mother always told me stories about Fall that her own mother told her. In Fall, Bochica would cover the plants with his shroud at night, and in the morning he would whip it away, revealing brilliant bright colours of red and orange. But she said Bochica was so amazed by the deep and beautiful green of the plants on the coast, that he left them glistening and alive. The rain season would end on the last day of Fall, leaving the plants dry and thirsting for the water.

My second Winter rolled around that year, it was the time when all was going to change. The four glittering stars of the Creators danced around the icy Winter moon the night he came. Boraro was terrifyingly large, compared to the small and petite size of our small herd and the deers that joined us. He was like an angry fish, while we were soft and delicate like the water in the flood zones. He was the first male I had ever met, adult anyway. The young males were still young and gentle, who still would rather splash each other with salt water than fight. The male didn't stay long, a few days even, but it was long enough for him to swear that he would return and vanish into the mangroves.

Chaviva died a few weeks after Boraro departed. We buried the old Goennec under the big cypress tree, and gently comforted each other. Chaviva was like a grandmother to us all, even our mothers. Spring began the day after her funeral, the beautiful blossoms returning to our coast, and we all took it as a sign that Chaviva was at peace.

Mid-spring, Boraro returned. He crawled out of the trees like a ghost, his heavy, dark fur rippling like the surf. His cruel, dark eyes glared at all of us, and a hiss escaped his mouth. He yelled at us kids to go to the Lagoon, and we obeyed, and scurried off into the mangroves to the pool of water. There we found my Mother, perched on one of the mangrove roots, about to catch a snook that hid beneath her feet. I can imagine all of us breathed a sigh of relief to find at least one Mother safe to comfort them. We all huddled under the roots of a large banyan at the edge of the lagoon, where no one would be able to find us. It was dead silent, the thick mangroves blocking all noises that would have come from the shore.

After night fell, Mother left us behind in the banyan to go see if Boraro had disappeared. She returned later, saying that he was still out there, but far away from the coastline. "It would be safer to wait until morning." She had said, trying to comfort us until we all fell asleep.

What we returned to.. was not a sight any of us wanted to see. The soft Spring sunrise, that would be beautiful any other day, had cast long rays of bloody red light over the beach. Bachue, Ceucy, and Saracura's bodies lay strewn near the water, their stomachs slit open and their entrails strewn. Their children, who had hidden with us the night before, cried out at the sight of their slain mothers. All of us hid our faces in Mother's fur, trying to unsee what we had seen. We heard the other mothers come out of the brush, some limping, and some with visible and terrible injuries.

After the funeral of the three, Mother, the rest of the kids, and I helped the mothers clear and protect the wounds with the beach grass. Mother told us to all pray to Amana and Tamusi so that they would provide the injured females with the strength and hope to heal.

For the rest of the Spring, the kids all stayed close to their mothers, or their adoptive mothers and never wanted to play. Some reacted bitterly to my mother's safety, and swore at her that she should have been injured or killed. Mother just told me to go back into the sandy den and avoid the bitter kids, and only play with the ones that were grateful that she protected them.

[Work in Progress X___X Mainly History and adding more tidbits on her personality and such C:]

[Lirrie]

Talahasi isnt open for breeding but lavantia is if someone wants to breed with her it is fine. If they do id like said relation ship to be short term because I am search for the perfect male for her.

[Dradogo]

Ooh, new Goeys are up <3 I'll wait to see how popular each kid is before I make my decision

[! october]

Just so you know; none of my Goeys will be available for breeding. (Ali, Tiger Eye, Roe, Cycle, and Thrice.)

I feel a little selfish; but they're all story characters, and I don't like the idea of them leading two lives.