~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[SilverHund]

Goennec Pen #: 7
Name: Lark (changed from Native Dancer)
How would you use him/her: I would use her in the Geonnec rp
I would get art of her
And use her as a mascot for my shop
Define your Goennec:
Lark is gentle, kind and sometimes reckless. She loves to dare others and jump as far as she can from rock to rock. She impresses many males through her bravery. She intends to settle down one day, but not any time soon. She shows off and discovers new plants a lot. Lark knows when to stop her antics though. She knows what she must do and follows her leader. But do not be fooled, she is not afraid to whip yer butt!

[Tallulah]

Goennec Pen #: 6
Name: Barbaro
How would you use him/her: As my character (I don't have alot so I'm looking to expand) (:
Define your Goennec:

Barbaro

One who is into the mischievous acts; prankster and a dare devil. One who likes to be well acquainted with everyone in his herd. I guess what you would call a "Social Goennec". One who you can call brave he will stand up and fight to a bear. One that you could call a masterpiece personality all the way until the end.

.::.Poem.::. (From Barbaro's point of view)

I look around and I can't help but think, about every goey watching me.
I want to be alone. So I retreat to the forest on the side where the Big plants grow.
But still, I will never know. How much love a herd could give me. Because I am so happy with my life.
I would never want this feeling of love to end. "Be the best you can be, Until you rest... peacefully."

-Barbaro's point of view

More coming<3

[Cashcash]

Goennec Pen #:
eight

Name:
Ruffian

How would you use him/her:
In the roleplay, for drawing and short stories.

Define your Goennec:


Gender: Female
Height: 2'2"
Weight: 28 lbs
Apperence: Naturally colored
Abnormalties: All Paws



Likes:
the night she loves the darkness and the mystery that the night brings. She also loves the stars and watching them., running and racing are her biggest passions in life, she offen likes to challenge other Goennecs to races. Hunting is somthing she also enjoys, fish are her favorite food.

Dislikes:
being told what to do, thats not how Ruffian rolls. If she is bossed around watch out. Another little thingshe doesn't like are bugs, how they always buzz around her and smush into her face when she runs. As most otger prey creatures she hates predators, speacial because they force her to runaway aganst her own will.

Streagths:
She is strong and independant, Ruffian hardly ever relise on other Goennecs for help. Ruffian is also very inntenigent when it comes to problem solving and getting out of trouble.

Weakness':
Ruffian is very studborn and dislikes to take peoples advice even if she know it will help her. She holds grugdes and hate being bossed around. She can also be very impusive and act in the thirll of the moment.

Personallity:
Ruffian is a little shy at first as she grows more confortable around you she opens up more and shows you her true colours. Outgoing, funny and some what friendly are some words her friends could describe her as. She is very opinionated and likes to get her way, the thing she dislikes most is being told what to do. This makes her enjoy being alone doing her own thing. Ruffian has a very strong personallity but she is very loyal even if she doesn't agree with you she may hold a grudge and give you the silent treatment but if your a real friend Ruffian will have your back.


Poem:

See.
The widespread grassland going on for miles. Sun setting in the distance.
Hear.
Nothing, but the song of crickets and the pounding of my heart.
Smell.
The freash breeze. Blowing though my mane.
Taste.
The faint trace of fish, from my last meal.
Feel.
The grass under my paws. My musules tense. My breath quicken.
Need.
To run, let my problems fly away like the dust under my paws.

((no good at poetry, though i give it a try. I really want her.))

A Race:
The night flew by at a alarming rate. The blacks and blues of the dark land blurred as one. Ruffian's stride never faltered for a second. Her opponent, a rather rude young male who had made a rude comment about her having four paws (it looks like she does in the pic, i might be blind), fell back behind her. Ruffian didn't have to look back to know she was winning. His footsteps faded into the background as she continued to run full speed. The grin on her face widened taking a deep breath of the cool midnight air. She looked up as she slowed just a little. The sky glittred with bright stars shinning on the darkness of the night sky. She lookedback down and laughed loadly as she came to a stop at the end of there race. Ruffian spun around panting slightly and sneered at the male who was dragging himself to the finesh. "Take that!" she said her words filled with pride that she had shown the bully up at somthing. She brushed pass him, and troted of back to her family. A huge smile on her face.

Theme song:
Leona Lewis ~ Happy


Story:

"quite Ruffian." hissed her mother as she grabed Ruffian's tail in her mouth pulling the kid back. "mom, let me go" she whined, stomping her paws on the ground as she was draged back into the shelter of the long grass. Her mother gave Ruffian a stern look that silenced the unruley kid.

The hungerly looking lone wolf, scented the air agian having lost scent of Ruffian and her mother. The wolf huffed angerly and ran off in the other direction having lost track of his soon to be dinner.

Ruffian's mother sighed "you could have gotten us killed Ruffian" She said once the wolf was out of sight. Ruffian rolled her emraled green eyes "I could have fought him off" she grummbled, always thinking she was the best and capable of every thing. Her mother gave a tired sigh and stood up and walked out of the saftey of the tall grass "your going to get your self into trouble one day missy" She said looking back at Ruffian for a mintue before trotting off to join the rest of the goennec.

She watched her walk away before she got to her paws and sniffed the air for the drifting scent of the wolf. She just followed the paw prints the canine left behind in the dusty patches of the field. A gust of wind helped her pick up on the smell of the wolf. She grinned "your going down wolf" she said confidently to herself. This lone wolf had been threatening her group for somtime now. Ruffian belived she could put a end to the wolf.

She didn't seem to relise that the scent trail lead her in a large circle back to her families territory. The young Geonnec froze in shock when she seen the wolf eatting what looked like a geonnec from the distance, "no" she gasped. The wolf's ears pricked up and he lifted his head from the kill. He spun around to see Ruffian. The wolf looked very frightening with his eyes as black as night and his blood stained muzzle dripping with blood and saliva. Ruffian shuttred but held her ground. All her body screamed to run but she couldn't bring her self to go.

The wolf snarled and Ruffian took a deep breath. At the same time they ran at each other the wolf's crazy dark eyes sent fright shooting though her. This just annoyed Ruffian the far smaller geomnac lowered her head her sharp horns aimed at the large wolf. A couple feet feet away from coliding with him Ruffian ducked out to the side and made and sharp 'u' turn facing the rear of the confused wolf that had stopped dead in his tracks. She began a running at him agian with amazing speed, the wolf spun around last mintue his jaws open wide ready to snap.The wolf's jaws fell shut and his large body froze going limp, his crazy eyes filled with shock.

He underestamated Ruffian, or maybe over estamated her. The wolf failed to relise that she was only 2'2 feet tall, her horns lined up just right with his cheast, a couple good stabs and the wolf colapsed. Ruffian was blood spalattered and very tired. She draged herself over to the body of the geonnac that the wolf had killed. Her heart fell when she seen her mother laying bloodied and dead. Her green eyes filled with tears.

Ruffian looked away and glanced up at the starry night sky, then back out to the miles of grass land ahead of her. She galloped off at full speed dispite being so tried she ran, letting her troubles fly way in the breeze with the dust that her paws kicked up as she ran "good bye" she whispered not able to face the herd, feeling at it ws her fault that she wasn't there to save her mother. Ruffian disapered into the night as she left to start a new life.




I really want to get her a beautiful design, I tried my best with the form. ^^

[Lady Masquerade]

Goennec Pen #: 2
Name: Eight Belles(But her new name will be Bell)
How would you use him/her: I would use her as a beloved charrie to get millions of art of and planets of love to. She would join the Goennec rp and be my angel. ♥
Appearance: Bell as a small body structure of 2'2". Her coat is not like any other Goennec people have seen before. She has a palomino coat with big white blotches covering it, coming out of the blotches are tons of white swirls all in it. Half of her face is covered in a white blotch but one of her most stunning feature is her golden amber eyes. At night they seem to shine brighter then the brightest star in the sky. Her small horns and two hooves on her front feet are pure black. Her ‘Mohawk’ and tail is pure white with black/brown streaks running along through it. All my words together create a beautiful Goennec.
Food: Bell doesn’t like to eat meat. For her it’s like going up to a animal, killing it cause it didn’t do anything rude to you, and then eat it. She didn’t get the point. Instead, Bell mostly at the grass and leaves and sometimes small fruits and berries. They were a much more suitable diet that eating a poor helpless creature like herself.
Personality: Bell is a very calm sprit-like animal. She’s very wise and calm but very very shy. She’s not the one that will welcome you with open arms at first, you must welcome her. Shes very fast though and just wants to fit in with everyone else.
History: (In her words)
“Whats wrong with her?” I heard someone say.

“I don’t know, she’s so odd looking.” Another replied.

“She can’t stay, remember the rules. Any different or injured Goennec doesn’t disserve to live. Layla, take it away.”

I felt myself being picked up and dragged. I knew this was bad, and I knew I was different. Everyone knew I was different. But why? Why was I the one different? What was different? To me every one looked different. No one looked the same, so why was I different? I felt myself being shoved into a small hollow circular space. Then I felt the thing being pushed, I rolled and rolled hitting my head letting out a tiny wail of pain. Then I felt the thing stop and bounce back halting. I layed there squeaking not knowing what to do. I opened my eyes, they were huge. I wonder if they were different. Slowly I walked out to what seemed to be a log. I looked around standing up. This wasn’t so bad, I was standing out in the middle of no ware without food, shelter or a family. What more could you ask for!?

Just then I heard a wicked snarl coming from behind me. Slowly I turned around to see a giant panther staring at me lickings it’s chops. I stood frozen hoping that the large beast wouldn’t be able to see my movements but it already had letting out a roar to either show off it’s millions of teeth to tear me apart with or he had a really big yawn. I was hoping for number 2 but figured it was number one so I took off running at full speed. The panther close behind. I started to loose it when all of the sudden I tripped over a stone and fell watching the panther leap at me with claws open. Then out of no were a Chesnutt mare ran out of the bushes rearing loudly scaring the panther off with the worst fear in it’s eyes. “You poor little foa-” Her words were cut off by her stare. “You’re not a foal. What are you? Where are your parents?” I shook my head. “I don’t know. And I don’t have parents. They thought I was different and left me to die when I was born.” The mare had sadness in her eyes. “Well you have a parent now, I had a foal the other morning but it didn’t make it. The time a mare spends away from the herd with the foal is a couple days. Let me take you in as my new foal. You’re a horse now, I’m mother Cleo. And your Bell.” I smiled, “Bell” I whispered under my breath. “Bell.”

“Here’s the herd” Mother said to me as we saw a bunch of horses like her. It had been 3 days since I found my new mother and she said it was time for me to meet my new family. The horses ran up to me expecting something different then me. “What is that?” “How is that a foal?” Many asked Cleo, I hid under mother. I didn’t want to be different again. Soon the leader came up to mother. “Cleo what is this?” He said strictly. “Well it’s uh..” “Get rid of it.” He said. That’s when I walked to him. “No. I’m a foal! Can’t you see my hooves? And my colors? And-” “And horns!” He said over me making the crowd let out a gasp. I knew I blew it. “Yup, that’s right folks. This “foal” has horns growing right on her head. She doesn’t even have a proper tail, and she has two paws. Now be off! Go!” He reared scaring me off into the woods. Once I was far enough away, I layed down and drifted to sleep. Hoping that tomorrow won’t be as bad at today was.

I woke up to a loud crash that startled me, I jostled awake and up to see two creatures fighting. They had a boy like mine and hooves. They had these long curled horns and hit each other with them. Up on a cliff behind them was another creature the same but it was smaller and it had horns like mine. Maybe I wasn’t different. Maybe I was one of them! The smaller creature, the female I guessed. Must have saw me because she sort of hoped up to me. “Why hello there little one.” She said in a soft pleasing voice. “Who are you?” It asked. “Um...my name is Bell. And yours?” “Hello Bell, my name is Lofty. Where are your parents?” “I don’t have any, I used to….sort of…” I replied not sure if Cleo was a parent. “Well, you stay with me for a while then. You’re a goat right?” “A goat? No I’m a fo-” I stopped myself. “Yes, I’m a baby goat. And what are they doing.” I said motion to the fighting goats with curly horns. “Oh they are fighting over being my mate. Yeah I know.” She said. “Come on then. Lets watch.” So we sat down to watch the fight when one goat ran off and the other went to us. “Miss Lofty. I do not wish to marry you unless that thing is gone!” He said with a harsh tone. “But…I’m a goat.” “Goat? Goat!?!?! Your no goat! You’re a thing! NOW LEAVE!” He said and I was off again. I hated this.

Soon I layed down in the forest bored. Don’t people just be nice and not judge a book by it’s cover? “Hey, is that Goennec?” I heard something say but paid no attention. “Hey! You! Are you a Goennec?” I heard another voice yell. I mumbled. “We’ll come over there if you don’t talk.” Soon she heard a mix of paw steps and hoof steps coming to her and that’s when they came into view. 2 creatures, just like her. And she meant it, nothing about them was different! “Oh! You are a Goennec, well follow use then.” I didn’t care if I didn’t know them. They were Goennecs like me so I followed. “Through here” One said as he led me through a path of bushes, I gasped. In the clearing there were more then 30 different types of Goennecs all wandering around. I was amazed. Soon there leader came up. “Oh a new member. My name I Cyrus and you are?” He asked. “My name is Bell.” I replied shyly. “Oh then welcome Bell. Welcome to our pack, were no one is different then the rest.” He smiled. ♥

[iBrevity]

Wow, you really outdid yourself here. <3 They're gorgeous, Kamaliah.

Native Dancer has really stolen my heart; I've got a weakness for purple eyes. I'll see if I should try out though and watch the competition. :3

[Nawee]

OMG! The new Goeys are so pretty! O_O I don't know for which one I want to try, they are so pretty! I'll look for the competition and see.

[Cirque]

Goennec Pen #: #6
Name: Barbaro
How would you use him/her: Barbaro would be very well used, he'd get a home in my special goennec character thread, I'd try to get as much art of him as possible, I might RP him, he'd be my second goennec, Vienne's mate, and I would try to use him as much as possible because I really feel a connection with him. His appearance reminds me of one of my friends in real life, I know it sounds odd, but it's true, for some reason, when I saw him, it just clicked, even the name clicks, so I do hope I am able to receive this wonderful goennec as a character. I literally can not explain how dearly I wish to own this goennec.
Define your Goennec:
Barbaro is: Sarcastic, loving, daring, humorous, and mischeivious at times.
Likes: Making jokes, talking to friends, playing 'rather' games such as 'would you rather-', realaxing, having attention, and being with his mate, Vienne.
Dislikes: Work, silence, seriousness, unlovingness, and not being with his mate, Vienne.
Background:

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In a dark, shallow, cave, a small goennec was born to two estatically pround parents. They had been awaiting his birth and now he had finally come. The goennec opened it's glossy eyes and stared curiously at his parents.
"What shall his name be?" Asked his mother.
"Well," Said his father. "It must be unique, like his markings. We shall name him Barbaro."
"Yes," Answered his mother. "That's a perfect name."

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Vienne was one of the great gods of Osirus, but she often visited Earth to escape the lonliness of Gosephia. At this time, Barbaro was almost two years old, and Vienne just so happened to stumble across him while strolling around. He was simply laying in the grass, doing absolutely nothing except staring at the sky. Barbaro had moved out of the desert once he left his parents, for he prefered the lush valley over the harsh, dry climates of the desert. Luckily, his family had been living near the border of where the desert transforms into the valley. Being quite lazy, Barbaro only hunted when he really needed to, and he only worked when it was manditory, the rest of the time, he usually traveled slowly or simply lied down and observed his surroundings.
Vienne fell in love with Barbaro. In her eyes, Barbaro's glistening coat was like a jewel, his eyes were beautifully shaped sapphires, and his horns looked as if they were made of obsidian. The dark shapes and designs against his stunning coat seemed to dance in the light as he shifted, but the most beautiful detail about Barbaros to Vienne was his floppy ears. Since Vienne had floppy ears, she always had a soft spot for floppy-eared goennecs. Granted, she was seven years older than him, but when you're a god, you can pretty much transform into any age, shape, or form you want, depending on what you're the god of. She dodged behind a tree, she wanted to observe Barbaro, so she lied down and waited, hoping to get to know a bit more about him.
After about thrity minutes of watching Barbaro do aboslutely nothing, Vienne began to get bored, and she started to feel like a stalker, so she figured she might as well approach him.
Walking up to Barbaro sloly, Vienne tried to think of what to say.
"Um, hello, there." She said as she reached Barbaro.
"Hello, there, I am Barbaro, what is your name?" He replied.
His voice seemed to have an accent almost, and Vienne loved it. Vienne was also very good at reading emotions, and she could tell, that by Barbaro's reaction, he admired her.
"My name," Vienne replied in her most seductive voice possible. "Is Vienne." She added with a smile.
"I like your name, Vienne." Said he.
Vienne couldn't help smiling, she knew, that for some reason, Barbaro and she were meant to be together. Maybe it's because she's partly the goddess of destiny, but maybe it's because it was true.
Vienne realized that she should tell the other gods about this remarkable goennec she had just met, so she quickly thought up a plan.
"Okay, Barbaro, I must leave now, but shall we meet again tomarrow at high sun?" She rambled.
"Okay, see you tomarrow, Vienne." He replied.
Something about the way he said her name just made her melt.

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"But, Father-" Vienne pleaded.
"Vienne," Fierus said. "You sha'n't see this mortal goennec anymore, if you fall in love, you'll probably decide to become his mate, and you know what will happen to your powers if you do that."
Vienne replied, "I know I will have to give up my powers, but it may be worth it, it's fate."
"Hmm..." Cumicus mused. "You belive in fate, Vienne?"
"Believe in fate?" Vienne practiaclly shouted. "I am fate!"
"Cumicus, she's right." Oceanus added. "She is partly the goddess of fate and destiny, she knows what's right for herself."
"Thank you, Oceanus. At least someone sees it my way." She muttered.
"What?!" Fierus roared. "Are you saying it'd be best for my daughter to give up her powers for some mortal goennec? Vienne, what do you even find so special about this goennec?"
"Father, will you please stop calling him 'some mortal goennec'? His name is Barbaro." She said firmly.
"Okay, what do you find so special about Barbaro?" Fierus replied irritably.
"His ears," Vienne murmurred while slowly reaching up to her ears with one forehoof. "They're floppy, and his markings seems to dance in the light. There's nothing that's not special about him, Father."
Fierus sighed. He didn't know what to do. Either make his daughter miserable and do the right thing, or make her happy and do the wrong thing.
"Very well, then," Said Fierus. "We shall vote on this. All in favor in permitting my daughter, Vienne, to see Barbaro say 'I'."
Granted, there were only five goennecs in the room, Fierus, Vienne, Oceanus, Cumicus, and Gosirus, who had been silently watching the argument.
"I," Said Oceanus. "Happiness is more important than law."
Fierus looked shocked.
"I," Added Cumicus. "Your daughter knows her destiny better than we can ever hope to know."
"I." Said Vienne slyly, knowing she had just won the argument.
Gosirus spoke up, "So, it has been decided, that Vienne will be able to visit Barbaro whenever she wishes to.
A smile spread across Vienne's face.
"Father," She said. "I must go now, I'm supposed to meet Barbaro soon."
Fierus stuttered, but did not deny his losing.
And with that, Vienne happily left the throne room to meet her lover, Barbaro.

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That night, Barbaro was dreaming of Vienne. It seemed as if she was everywhere he looked, with her bright coat and shining eyes. He was impossibly impatient for tomorrow to come, for he wanted to see Vienne again.Her fiery coat was his favorite thing about Vienne. As a child, Barbaro had always enjoyed the sight of fire. Most goennecs thought of fire as destruction, but Barbaro had a different perspective. To him, fire was not destruction, it was life and beauty. Many times he had told goennecs about his opinion of what fire truly was, but they could only see Barbaro as a goennec who had lost his saneness, instead of what they should've seen, which was the truth and wisdom in his words. Although many goennecs did not know it, fire brought life, not only death, Barbaro had explained, too, that fire makes the soil rich and therefore more healthy plants can grow for food, but still most goenencs refused to believe his way.
Barbaro was laying on his back, staring at the bright moon, when he thought he saw Vienne's gorgeous face. "Am I hallucinating?" Barbaro asked him aloud. He decided he was simce it seemed her face faded away from the moon, but he wasn't hallucinating entirely. Vienne was a god, she was partly the godess of shapeshifting, so she made her face slightly appear on the moon, just for Barbaro's pleasure.
A few minutes later, Barbaro fell asleep. When he slept, he always was a very heavy sleeper, and he always had the most strangely vivid dreams, and he got to experience one that night.

"Where am I?" Said Barbaro, as he looked around the strange dream world.
The sky was a red as Vienne's coat, and there was nothing in sight at all, just the empty, foliage-deprived landscape. However, the ground was the color of Vienne's eyes, but the oddest part of all was that the moon was in the very middle of the sky, and it was black. The moon was like a black, sphere of nothingness.
Barbaro looked around, and realized he was dreaming. You see, Barbaro was one of the rare goennecs that could tell when he was dreaming or not, yet even when he knew he was dreaming, he could not control his dreams. It was if they had a mind of their own. Barbaro started running straight, figuring there wasn't much he could do other than travel in this bizzarre dream. He had gone about ten yards without a sight of anything when he heard his name being called by a voice. He recognized it as Vienne's voice.
"Barbaro?" Her voice seemed far off and unplacable, so Barbaro continued to trot.
"Barbaro..." This time, her voice seemed closer, and it appeared to be coming from ahead of him.
Barbaro continued, determined to find Vienne.
He had just run out of breath when he saw the meadow he and Vienne had met in, Vienne was in the middle of it.
"Vienne?" He murmurred.
He started to run towards her, and had almost reached her when everything just dissapeared and he was surrounded by darkness and nothiness, and Barbaro was falling.
"I'm falling..."

Barbaro woke with a start, it was late morning, if not early mid-day.
Barbaro got up, dazed, and looked around. He wasn't in the field anymore... He was in the woods that lay off to the north side of the field.
"What?" Barbaro asked himself. "What- I must've sleep walked! Yes, that must be it."
Barbaro was happy he found an answer to the strange occurance, but it wasn't the least of his worries.
Now, he had to get back to the field.
"Well... I guess I'll just go south, then." He stated.
So, with that, Barbaro headed back to the field, and it took him about an hour to get to it.
He had just arrived around high sun.

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It was precisely high sun when Vienne arrived at the field she and Barbaro had first met in.
Vienne trotted over to the miniscule creek that ran through a small part of the field to chack her reflection. Her appearance was imaculate, but she didn't seem satisfied.
At first, she didn't see Barbaro, and her hopes died, but then she saw him come out from behind the woods on the north side of the meadow.
Vienne's heart soared, so did Barbaro's when he first saw her after trudging out of the meadow.
"Vienne!" Barbaro joyfully said, but then he realized that he didn't want to sound too desperate, so he immediately lowered his tone.
"I'm very happy to see you, Vienne." He added with a smile.
Again, Vienne, was too intrigued by Barbaro's looks to utter a single word, but she eventually found her voice.
"Hello, Barbaro," She said in a civil manner. "I'm quite happy to see you, too."
What followed the short converstaion was one of those awkwered silences that happens whenever two people like eachother but don't know what to say.
"I-I made you a gift." Vienne stammered.
She slowly extended her paw to give Barbaro the small metal charm necklace she had ordered to be crafted the night before.
It was a small leather rope with a pendant hanging off of it.
The pendant was a picture of Vienne's profile carved into nightstone. Nightstone was supposed to be a gem that only the gods possesed, it was constructed of Night itself, and was very rare. Vienne had managed to chip a small portion of it off of her throne, which had some of the base of it.
"It's gorgeous," Barbaro said. "just like you."
"Thank you, I'm very glad you like it." Vienne replied with a nervous laugh.
"Would you mind putting it on?" Barbaro inquired Vienne.
"Sure." And with that, she delicately clasped the amulet between her jaws and slipped it over Barbaro's sleek neck.
"Now I'll always have you with me one way or another." Barbaro said gleefully.
"Barbaro? Do you travel with anyone, or are you alone?"
"I have traveled alone my life, and as of now, I have no relatives willing to join me."
"Oh... I could join you."
"You'd join me in my travels? That'd be amazing."
"Yeah, I could be a traveling..." Vienne didn't know what to end the sentance with. Mate? Friend? Partner? She thought about her choices before deciding, but barbaro picked up his end of the conversation before she could continue.
"My traveling mate? I'd be honored if you'd be my traveling mate, but would you be willing to leave your family or anyone else you know just for me?"
That question hit Vienne like a lead weight. She realized that joining Barbaro would mean leaving the gods, and losing her powers.
"I would, but I must go now," She said quickly. "I'll be back in an hour, maybe."
"Okay, I'll be here, goodbye, Vienne." He said, sounding a bit sad, which made Vienne feel meloncholy for having to leave him.
"Bye." And with that, Vienne ran off, wondering what she was going to do.

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"Vienne, have you gone insane?" Fierus asked, irritated.
"No, Father," Vienne replied. "I've simply fallen."
"Fallen?" Fierus questioned. "Into what?"
"Love." Vienne replied strongly.
This surprised Fierus, and the other goennecs, Cumicus, Oceanus, and Gosirus.
Feirus remembered when he fell in love with Vienne's mother, he remembers feeling like he always had to be with her, that there was something special about her. He felt was Vienne was feeling.
"I know I must sacrifice my powers to be with Barbaro, but it is worth it, Father." Vienne urged.
"I suppose," Fierus started. "That you might be right, and so I grant you my permission to let you give up your goddessness."
Vienne smiled. "Now, father, how exactly am I supposed to give up my powers?"
"That same way you got them, Vienne." Cumicus stated.
Vienne remembered the day she became a goddess, each of the gods, Cumicus, Fierus, and Oceanus had given her a piece of their powers, she could physically see her powers, and she felt stronger as they entered her. The powers had looked like northern lights, but they were gold.
"Okay, I am ready," Vienne started. "But before my powers are taken I ask for one wish. That I can become Barbaro's age, as of know, I am seven, whereas, Barbaro is not even one."
"Wish granted." Oceanus said with a smile.
The three gods, excluding Vienne, concentrated. Vienne saw her powers leaving her, they trailed out of her heart and returned to the gods. Feeling weaker as her powers left, Vienne began to worry, but she knew she would be all right.
When all of Vienne's powers had been rescinded by the gods, Vienne realized she was youner than one again. She looked at her reflection on the floor of the throne room, she appeared smaller, and her eyes were brighter and full of more life.
"Thank you." Vienne said to all the goennecs before she left the throne room, it was almost an hour after she had entered.

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"I wonder where she goes when she leaves." Barbaro stated.
Barbaro often talked to things that couldn't reply, such as grass, flowers, and butterflies. Right now, he was talking to a rosebush near the woods. The rosebush was short, but it was extremely large, and it beared blood-red rose bigger than a goennec's head.
"Well, I wish I could get her something." Barbaro said, looking down at the pendant Vienne had given him.
An idea struck Barbaro just then, as he gazed at the rosebush.
"I know, I shall get her a rose." And with that, BArbaro inched towards the rosebush.
Wondering how he was going to get a rose without getting punctured by thorns, Barbaro studied the rosebush, looking for an excellent rose taht wasn't surrounded by deadly thorns.
He found one, eventually, it had thorn on the stem, but he thought it might be easy to remove them.
Carefully, Barbaro gripped the stem loosely with his strong jaws, and pulled.
The rose wouldn't come lose.
Barbaro, pulled, and pulled, and pulled, until he pulled with all his strength and forced all his weight back.
Snapping, the rose came lose, and Barbaro tumbled backwards.
Holding his trophy rose tenderly in his paw, Barbaro started the painstaking task of slicing each and every thorn off with his claw. This took about thirty minutes, and Barbaro just finished in time to hear Vienne call his name.

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"Barbaro!" Vienne called, looking for him.
Just then, she saw Barbaro trotting over to her, with a magnificent rose in his mouth.
"For you." He mumbled as he set the rose at her forepaws.
"Thank you, Barbaro, would you mind setting it behind my ear?"
Barbaro picked up the rose, and slipped it behind Vienne's ear, now, with the rose, Vienne looked even more beautiful than before, and Barbaro thought that was impossible.
"So, Vienne, are you willing to travel with me?" He sort of left the question hangin, since he didn't want to get his hopes up too high.
"Yes, Barbaro, I'd be honored to, and I will." Vienne replied happily.
"That's great! I'm so glad you'll travel with me, as my mate."
"Me, too."

Just at that moment, Vienne and Barbaro looked into eachother's eyes, knowing that nothing could separate them, and knowing they'd be together.
Forever.

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Here is a drawing I made of Barbaro:


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I hope you enjoyed my form for Barbaro and I hope his background didn't take too long to read. :3

If you're wondering, high sun if referring to noon, I used the tern 'high sun' instead of noon because I figured goennecs wouldn't use the term noon, and at noon, the sun is at the highest point in the sky. :3

[Tam]

* drools *
I cannot express in words how dearly I want Barbaro, honestly. ;_; I really hope my form will be good enough to win him! <3

[foreign-potato]

Goennec Pen #: 8
Name: Zaidla
How would you use him/her: I will put it in my character thread and make and get lots of art for it. I will also write a story for it and possibly get a mate and kids. And love it duh! <3
Define your Goennec: As a kid, she was always a rambunctious little beauty. She knows she is loved and gorgeous so she sometimes acts a little snooty. But usually she is very caring and sweet. She is very stuck up and aggressive if you make her mad. And if you hurt some one she likes she will attack back instantly. She enjoys younger creatures and takes good care of them if they need it. She is still a young adult so she get grumpy sometimes and she can be a real pain until you make her happy. A lot of the time when shes grumpy she just needs a nap. She likes to experiment with foods and hopes one day she will be kind of famous for her food she creates. Her parents left her when she was just a kid so she was homeless for a while but a family of Goennecs found her. She lived with them for a while but decided she wanted to go solo. Now she travels far and wide looking at new editable things and discovering awesome recipes and dishes. She also watches babies for food. Once she watched them for the parents she gets some type of ingredient in return. Then she shows the family what she can do with it, gives them a little taste, and is off to find a new place to explore. She has a little purse she carries with her that goes around her neck and right front leg. In it she carries spices, herbs, and preservable things. When she became older she met a spirit guide who showed her about her inner cravings. She has always craved to be around children and create new foods. With her unique skills were what made her a perfect healer. The spirit guide showed her how to find, test to see if they are safe to use, and create new medicine. She now thrives on helping people with her amazing skill she also has learned how to talk to spirits and get answers about the future and more. Her attitude has changed a lot since being a young Goennec and now she is more peace loving, helpful, and polite.

The Story: "Mom? Dad? Anyone?" The small Goennec squealed. The cold grass beneath her feet was freezing her small body. A shiver passed through her. Where is every one? She stumbled along the rocky slope. High above was the den in the side of the slope. Her parents had disappeared when she went out to go to the bathroom. When she came back their was a weird sent, a smear of gooey red on the side of the cave, deep gouges on the floor of the cave, and tufts of the mother's and father's hair. "Oh no..." she gasped when she went up a second time and finally grasp the fact that they-or who ever it was- was hurt. She never really like the sight of blood. Being a pretty spoiled little Goennec she has never seen any kind of violence or gore because of how spoiled she was. She sat there there wondering and whimpering. What am i going to do? She wanted to run away from it all. Her life seemed like it was falling apart.

Editing Still~

[Tammanae]

I am very much liking Mr. 5 o' clock, but someone already filled a form for him, so no try out for me this time. XD There is no way I am going through that suspense this week again. XD

I am however glad to see movement for all of the pens. Ya really outdid yourself with this set Kam. ;3