~Goennec~ Round: Closed

My gallery · by **iBrevity** » Tue May 04, 2010 11:18 am

Dunno if I was on the list in the first place but I'm withdrawing for Red.

My gallery · by **Desmond** » Tue May 04, 2010 11:21 am

~My FurAffinity~ · by **Nawee** » Tue May 04, 2010 11:46 am

I may try for Fallow, but I think I'll keep an eye on the competition.

My gallery · by **Soccerlvr** » Tue May 04, 2010 12:05 pm

Goennec Pen #: 6
Name: Ashwin
How would you use him/her: He would definitely be used in the RP <33 He would get lot's of love, and attention^^ His design is gorgeous, and I plan to put that to use.
Define your Goennec:

In the dead of the night, a gentle wind blew threw the trees. A soft whispering came from their leaves, as if the forest was speeking. The soft willowy branches, light green in the early spring, tangled together in a large canopy over the forest floor, creating a passagway for the creatures who lived within it. As you travel the dark path, ground laden with sod and pebbles, a split in the rode opens into the darkness, leading off in some unkown direction. Following one of the forks, you discover it leads to a small cave, hidden in the darkness. Inside is pitch black, but you hear water, a stream, maybe, trickling inside. Ducking into the low shelter, you decide this is a perfect place for your new Goennec to come to life.

x-x-x-x

"Wake up, little Ashwin," called a female Goennec to her child. It was early in the morning, a few months after the young one's birth. Tausi gently poked her son with her nose, attempting to rouse him. She didn't want him to panic, but she knew they had to get moving soon, or be stuck behind the forming river.

Turning over on one side, a light brown Goennec yawned and pricked his ears, opening his eyes and groggily staring at his mother, Tausi. The young male was almost completely brown, the only black being on the center of his forhead. The inside of his ears where a light, creamy brown much like his mane, tail, and bottom of his legs. His eyes were a vibrant forest green, much like the willow branches that his mother had first seen in the spring she had found this cave.

"Do we have to leave yet? Why can't we stay with our cave?" The young male was a curious one, always wanting to know why. He looked at his mother with a quizzical expression, his head tilted slightly to the left.

"Yes, Ashwin, I'm afraid we must. We cannot stay for fear of being trapped by the river. You know how large it can grow, and it could easily spill over and pour into our cave like mist in a valley. It would clog everything, and we would die." Sadly, Tausi had to tell her son the blunt truth. She usually ended up having to, for he had ways to find his answers, and she thought best that less trouble would come if she told him now. Her eyes where prepared for his shock, but it never came. Instead, the deep, liquid green seemed to be trained on something else, behind his mother.

"What's that shiny red stuff?" He asked, his eyes somehow dancing with an odd orangy glow. With a gasp, his mother turned and looked behind her. A small fire had started, off to the left end of the split trail. In their path. Thinking they could avoid it, Ashwin's mother pushed him out of the cave hurriedly.

"Quick, we must go. Do not stop, for anything. Do not, under any circumstances, touch that red stuff." Tausi ordered her son in a hard tone, trying to get the instructions out quick to her son. She feared the worst, and knew that if they didn't get past the split quickly, they would have to weave their ways through the trees, and that would be potentially more dangerous, and much slower going.

Jumping forward into a run, she nosed her son on farther and farther, always checking the opening left ahead of them. It had grown increasingly smaller, and for a moment she thought they wouldn't make it. Pushing harder, both Tausi and Ashwin ran at full speed towards the ever-growing fire. Bursting through a soot-filled gap in the fire, they both shared a happy look that lasted but an instant. They had to keep running.

The forest behind them quickly lit, catching fire more easily as the flames grew in size. Soon Tausi knew they would be running from a monster they couldn't escape, unless they found barren land. Adjusting their course, the young Goennec and his mother turned at a diagonal left, knowing it would be possible for the fire to reach them more easily, but hoping that they would reach the ends of the forest quicker. Now the fire was merely body-lengths away, and the heat was becoming unbearable. Ashwin feared the sparks flying from the heat would set him alight. At one point of time, the pair encountered another split in their path, and stopped for a second. Nodding left once more, they raced forwards, and, panting, dug in harder, willing themselves not to stop.

Ashwin's light brown form stumbled, knees locking and paws tangling with hooves, to the ground. Crying out, his mother turned and gasped. Running back, her light green eyes danced with fear as the fire was upon them. Ashwin yelled in pain as the smoke filled his lungs and the fire burned at his pelt. His mother was worse off. She had had to face the fire and help her son up, which ment as she was higher up in her position, she was more exposed. One part of her pelt caught fire, and she dropped to the ground coughing as an overwhelming scent of scorched fur filled the air along with soot and ashes. Rolling to stop the fire, she staggered up, lifting Ashwin as she went. Running once more, nothing but the will to keep her only son alive kept her going forwards.

As the two burnt Goennecs tottered out of the trees, Tausi kept running as far as her legs could take her, afraid the fire would find them, and attack once more. Once all her strength was gone, she collapsed, breathing as well as one could with soot-filled lungs, that burnt with each breath.When she fell, Ashwin toppled off her shoulders to the dusty ground. "Mama, are you okay? Where are we? How will we find help?" The little Goennec bleated out barely audible words, his throat screaming in protest. His face, which had once been purely brown, other than the black mark, was now an ash-colored mask, and his ears had been blackened by the fire. He almost had lost his sense of hearing, but when his mother fell to the ground around him, picking him up, his ears had been buried in her pelt.

"Lit- little one, I would promise everything will be allright, but what kind of mother would I be if I lied to you. I'm af- afraid I won't make it. I took bad burns this day, worse than I have seen before." Amazed at how much she had been able to say, what with her lungs bursting and her chest throbbing, Tausi inspected her wounds, wincing as she watched her son's expression from the corner of her eye. It had turned from it's almost usuall question to a look of sheer terror. No longer possesing the strength, she let her eyes close as she knew that was the last time she would see her son. Her beautiful, burned son, for which she spent her life.

Tears would have come, if they could. But they couldn't. There wasn't anything left to cry with. It had been burnt, and only a long healing process would bring his tear-ducts and lungs back to full health. Ashwin looked down on his mother, lips twitching in horrible sadness. Poking his nose into her fur, he closed his eyes and layed down beside her warm body. Suddenly, his ears pricked. He felt something! Poking deeper into his mother's coat, he discovered her heart was still weakly beating on. She's still alive! If I find help, I could save her! The young male's eyes lit with joy. Mustering up his strength, he shouldered his mother, wondering in amazment at how the smaller female had been able to carry him. She must be strong, and I must not weigh that much, he thought. Staggering slightly, he walked forward at a brisk pace, and set off in the direction he thought was where the main herd had been.

x-x-x-x

About an hour before the sun rose, the young male Goennec, blackened with soot and burns, had managed to carry his mother to the top of a large hill, which overlooked a valley. Inside this valley was where the herd Ashwin and his mother branched off of. There was another herd, too, but it was smaller and not much of a concern to the bigger herd. Gasping in relief at the sight of Goennecs milling around below, Ashwin pawed at the ground with his front hooves, and began a slightly faster descent downhill, being careful to keep his mother from falling. Miraculously, Tausi had survived the night, but her wounds marring the light brown fur had gotten worse. Ashwin had had to stop twice, for fear of passing out in exhaustion, but they had made it. Jogging into the main camp of the herd, Ashwin recieved odd looks of contempt, and was suddenly worried.

"What are you doing in my herd?" A voice from behind and to the right of Ashwin sternly questioned him, and he thought it must be the herd's Prime. Turning slowly, carefully nosing his mother's head back to the side, the exhausted Goennec replied.

"I- I brought my mother. She is in terrible pain, wounded by the fire. She risked her life to save me, but now she will die if she doesn't get help. I was hoping you would be willing to help her." Ashwin began to stammer, and his eyes where sad. Just for a moment though, for he couldn't show weakness to this herd.

Considering what the younger Goennec had said, the Prime looked around at the Goennecs that had gathered around them. Whispers rippled through the crowd, as a Goennec recognised Tausi. "Silence!" The black and gray Prime quieted his herd, not liking how things where going. "Why should I help one who has never been in this herd?"

"B-but sir, my mother once belonged to this herd, Tausi is her name. She lived here before I was born, unless I am mistaken and the other herd was driven out by you. In either case, I believe you should help not because we asked, but because you know it is right. What would other herds say if you turned out a badly burnt young Goennec and his almost dead mother?" Ashwin's confidence grew with each word he spoke, and he looked around in delight to find many of the Goennecs in the herd nodding and whispering in agreement. Turning back to face the Prime, the burnt Goennec stood to hear his final answer.

With a sigh, the Prime nodded. "Very well, I grant permission to stay until you heal. But after that, or if the mother, Tausi, dies, your stay will have been worn out. See that they find a place to sleep, and get some Goennec to help with the healing."

Relieved he had gotten the Prime to let him stay, Ashwin gently carried his mother to a sectioned-off area designated for any healing. Setting her down, giving careful instructions to do all they could, the light brown Goennec padded off to an area farther away from the noise, and fell asleep instantly in the sun, trusting the tan Goennec would take care of his mother.

When Ashwin woke, it was dark out, but there was still a lot of activity. Some tan and blue Goennec stood above him, and had apparantly been shaking him to get him to wake. "You'll have to come with me. Your mother, Tausi, is in a critical stage. She may not make it through another night." The slightly worried voice of the Goennec above him revealed it to be a female. This had been the one in charge of the medicine. Knowing he needed to get up, Ashwin bolted upright, and quickly made his way to where he had left his mother. The doe who had been treating his mother followed at a brisk pace, and soon they arrived. A few others where gathered around, passing things back and forth, deep in concentration. "They are working to keep her alive, and we've all done our best, but I'm afraid this is the last opportunity you'll get to speak to Tausi. She cannot see you, her wounds festered in her eyes, blinding her. But she can scent you."

Still editing

My gallery · by **iBrevity** » Tue May 04, 2010 12:09 pm

http://goennecs.yolasite.com/conversations.php

Updated my website with the first meeting of Queen and Alabaster if anybody is interested in reading it. ;3

My gallery · by **Desmond** » Tue May 04, 2010 12:21 pm

iBrevity, laknmaksfijf. That's all I have to say about that. <3

My gallery · by **Lirrie** » Tue May 04, 2010 12:30 pm

If toadfoal should go after axis I'm withdrawing mine, I just dont have the time or energy to go up against him. :lol:

My gallery · by **frogpaws** » Tue May 04, 2010 12:39 pm

I probably might too.
Toadfoal you're amazing O.O
:lol:

But I just love #1 <3
He's so beautiful ~

My gallery · by **Hunter68** » Tue May 04, 2010 12:43 pm

Cant wait to see if i get her

My gallery · by **Ebonpyre** » Tue May 04, 2010 1:38 pm

All right, I honestly haven't been planning to get any Goennecs. Ever. Actually, quite the opposite. But I do like Caribou...I'll be posting a form here just in case, but it's more likely I'll be withdrawing it than seriously applying, so don't expect anything.

Goennec Pen #:
2
Name:
Teroe

How would you use him/her:
Teroe is utterly gorgeous. I would hoard art for him, particularly since Goennecs have some anatomy of the generic ungulate, and getting used to drawing them would help ease the transition into drawing more ungulates/equines, which I direly need to start practice on drawing. Another reason I would love drawing him is his color scheme. I love the simplicity of it, and the fact that it is also unique enough to be easily distinguished, and stands out from the crowd. I love the shade of brown, and it fits well with my own shading style. Those deep blue eyes seem to draw me the most, standing out from the black 'mask' upon his face. It gives me a feeling of mystery and a sense of an unpredictable character, in addition to the capricious attitude drawn from the rest of his design, tying the whole thing together for me.

He'll also be used as a mascot for my character thread, getting a spot on the front page, the silent gaurdian of the outcast's den, a prince fallen from grace that finds solace from the other that shares his fate, the black prince to balance out the white, to be his companion, his completion, his bane.

In addition to his own spot on the front page, he'll have his own page all to himself with art and stories.

I feel a connection to this handsome fellow. I've found several Goennecs pretty, but none that I felt I connected with in any way. Teroe, however, I not only think is gorgeous, but I also feel a connection to him, inspired enough that he will most likely lead me to writing many more short stories about him if and when I do get him. I'm planning on, if I do get him, writing the stories with him in the main role until I create one that satisfies me. I've been working on entering several writing competitions through both the internet and the real world, and he will play the main role in the majority, if not all, of the writings for these competitions.

In the stories, he will mainly stay a loner, never staying too long in one place with any one person. Several of my characters -Deimos most likely included- will make appearances in his story, or occassionally the other way around. He'll play a part, although minor, in Bound Immortal as well.

In short, I have big plans for this little guy.

Define your Goennec:

Teroe is simple in most ways. His name, his appearance, nothing out of the ordinary. He does not believe that he has any particular purpose in life that differs from anyone elses', and he takes comfort from the thought that he's the same as everyone else in life. He is orthodox upon initially meeting him, and insists that he's just a normal, relatively boring Goennec, who'se just trying to do what he feels he's meant to do.

He mostly tries to rule his actions by logic, though many times he lets his emotions take over and follows instinct and hunches instead of 'common sense'. While this has been proved helpful at times, it can also be a downfall of his.

In some regards he can be confident to the point of being stubborn. However, he's not entirely confident on other levels. He goes back and forth, and always acts assured and confident on the outside, but deep down, he isn't self-assured enough.

He is very patient and has a high tolerance for a lot of things, though on a bad day he has a short fuse, but usually manages to reign it in without losing his temper.

Teroe has a terrible sense of humor. He's stopped making jokes due to the fact that they sound horribly corny, but he finds other ways to express his emotions when he's happy. When he's sad or angry he reigns it in with a mask of nuetrality, since he has a hard time of faking happiness. Most who know him can tell he's upset, though, try to hide it or not.

One fault of his is the way he bottles up his emotions. He doesn't want anyone else to know when he's sad or angry, thinking it's his own problems, and that it isn't right to dump said problems on his loved ones.

The thing that makes him happiest is making others happy, though he doesn't like them knowing he's the one that did it. He doesn't want gratitude -when people thank him, he feels guilty, and is afraid he'll start doing it only for the thanks. For that reason, he keeps his helpful actions anonymous as oft as possible.

What upsets him the most is others ruining their own lives, and him not being able to do anything about it.

~~~
Quiet is the forest in the morning, the sun still concealed beyond the ever-distant horizon. The morning mists blanket the land. Dew covers the grass, the bushes, and the trees, the individual droplets twinkling ever-so-slightly in the half-light before the dawn.

A twig snaps.

The creature that caused the noise paused before bolting into the clearing, paws and hooves striking the ground in a steady cadence, cold fog of breath whistling from its nose and mouth.
It sensed danger.
Panting uncontrollably, legs trembling from the exertion it swiveled its ears desperately, jerking its head around, straining to hear the faintest sound over the pounding if its own heart in its ears.

Nothing.

It yearned to flee, but retrained whispered in its brain. You cannot. The thought forced its way into her brain, and refused to leave. Your child...
Grudgingly, the female lay down in the snow, first back legs folding wearily beneath itself, then the front. She laid her head down on the ground as well. So tired.

Fear leeched away, replaced by fatigue. She had not stopped to eat nor rest herself since early in the morning, and now the sun drifted low over the snow-capped trees, ready at any moment to plunge beneath the horizon and leave the world in darkness.

A shotgun sounded in the night.

Pain shot through her entire body.

Consciousness slipped away, and her mind was pulled into darkness, and she knew no more.

~~~
Come ride with me,
Through the veins of history...

Warm.
The brisk ambiance of a seemingly neverending tranquility, absorbing the surrounding lands, absorbing my own form, standing alone on the crest of the hill.
No one in their right minds would deem this anything but decent.

In the far distance, there was naught but fields upon fields of green grass, bowing under the fierce winds to the towering sentenials of the forest. The wind blows hard at your back as well, yearning to conquer you along with everything else it's icy fingers touch, dragging you to the forest. The artwork of Mother Nature's magnificence, the song of her own elegance, soothing, beautiful even, the music to the dynamic theatre of one's own creation was just as tranquil as it was alluring, almost a dream to where a reality was only a conscious effort away. This home of mine was indeed one of a kind.
Everything is perfect to me; the trees are spread apart, sunlight through the leaves dapping the soft grass underfoot in shadow.

My land. My home.

Many lived here, and all knew of me, in a way. None knew who I was, but they were all aware of my presense amongst them, watching silently over them from afar.

But this land was dying, along with those who lived amongst the forest, silently traversing trails known only to themselves.

~~~
Take my love, take my land
Take me where I cannot stand
I don't care, I'm still free
You can't take the sky from me
Take me out to the black
Tell them I ain't coming back
Burn the land and boil the sea
You can't take the sky from me.
There's no place I can't be
Since I found serenity
But you can't take the sky from me.
Joss Whedon, Ballad of Serenity

I stared into the frost-bitten sky of early winter. As the moon glid flawless across the endless black of the night sky, it hid momentarily behind silver clouds, only to reappear moments later and cast its light once more on the cold earth below. A gust of crisp, chilling air swept my mane back away from me, and my gaze caught on a delicate flower in the grass. The moonlight shimmered in the reflection of the tiny petals, shining silver in the light.
I scanned the field and immediately noticed the other tiny flowers, resembling mesmerizing lights.
The field looked to be sparkling. It was almost magical; a sight described in fairy tales but never truly understood until you see it with your own two eyes.

Pity it was but a faint, dying shadow of what this land once was.

The humans were killing the land and those that called it their home. They were killing everything- the land, the animals...my mother.

That had been the first time they invaded.

My mother and I were both confused. I was but a newborn then, and that was the first autumn of mine, and the last of hers. She had been shot, with no warning, as was the way of life…

And they were returning. Others were dying, both my own kind and others. The fowl were being shot from the air, the creatures of the land either killed or drug away, struggling vainly against their bonds. Why they killed us, why they captured us, was beyond my comprehension. What I did know, however, is that it would stop, one way or another...either with the departure of the humans, or the extermination of all life in my home.

Before I knew it, sadness had a firm hold of me, and refused to let go.

~~~
The figure moved swiftly through the trees, a dark silhouette flickering between the pines.

It moved quickly, darting from tree trunk to tree trunk without a pause, unimpeded by root or hole. The moon in the sky above was full and the sky cloudless, but little light pierced the dark shadows of the tall trees. Small patches of moonlight dappled the forest floor from where it had managed to shine down between the leaves.

As the shadow moved ever onwards, the ground began to slop up, the pine trees thinning out as the figure reached the edge of the valley.

As the trees began to thin, the dense canopy broke up, and the thin beams of moonlight began to claim this territory as their own, dispelling the concealing shadows and illuminating both needly-covered floor and slowly walking figure. Highlighted by these spears of light, the figure began to take on a more substantial form, the eyes of the moon dispelling the shroud of shadows drawn around himself.

It was an upright figure, male, stopping all of the sudden to inspect a snare he had laid a few days before. Seeing nothing new he sighed, turning away, and the night swallowed him once more.
~~~

My head throbbed painfully with each pulse of my heart. The pain was excrutiating, to the point where trying to open my eyes was too painful to bear. Eventually, I managed to open them slightly. I blinked once, then opened them a little wider. Soon my vision was cleared of the blood that had fell into it from the wound on my head. I could see fully and freely now, but found that I was unable to move my head; my neck was bound in a noose. I could breath easily, but I knew already it prevented escape.

Giving up for the moment, I tried to remember what had happened. Minutes passed, but my mind was blank. I could remember nothing, and soon I slipped into unconciousness.

~~

A voice brought me back. How much later, I do not know.

"Well. This wasn't what I was hoping for."

I couldn't understand the words, though they seemed to be spoken in a gentle tone.

I felt the rope slide from my neck, but I was too weak to bolt, despite my frantic efforts.

The noise came again, incomprehensible to me still. "All right, now. Calm down."

And the darkness took over once more.

~Goennec~ Round: Closed

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