~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[LunarFaith]

Goennec Pen #:
3

Name:
Shamrock (A fancy word for a 3 leaf clover <3)

Gender
Male

How would you use him/her:
I've been looking for a protector/guardian for my fursona and I think Shamrock would be perfect <3 He, being a dragon, is a mythicle creature mainly created to guard a princess. In this case, the princess is my fursona XD I would also love for him to be in my Fursona's history if you don't mind ^^

Define your Goennec:

~♥~

As the sun moved it's way over the mountains, sheddig the first light over the southern fields, Shamrock awoke, yawning. He smiled to himself; another beautiful day. He stood up and stretched breefly before licking his forpaw and rubbing it over the fur of his mane that covered his forhead in a cat-like manner. Satisfied, he padded out of his large den, not bothering to wake his annoying sisters. As Shamrock left his den, some females turned their heads and smiled, giggling to one and other. He flashed them a cocky smile and spreed his wings.

His girlfriend quickly padded over to him.

"Hey Sham" She said sweetly, licking his cheak. He dipped his head in agnolagment but nothing more. He was busy watching the deep pain of females that were obviously into him.

"Il be back later Scarlett" he said blankly, brushing her off and padding over to the other females. "Hello ladies" he said in his cocky, full of himself tone. His chest, as always, was puffed out with the pride that stuck to him like glue.

"Hey Sham" The pretty females said together, giggling. Their sparkly pink eyes and shiny white pelts made them some of the most beautiful females in the herd.

"how would you ladies like to come for a wa-" Shamrock cut off, watching a stunning black female walk by him. "Nevermind" he said, distracted. A wide grin speed slowly across his face. He trotted up behind her.

"Hey hon" Sham grinned smugly. "What's your name? I'm Shamrock, call me Sham." He said coolly, winking at her.

The beautiful, gorgeous female turned her silky head to face him, a totally normal look on her pretty face. "Oh, hello then Shamrock, I'm Silver, are you knew around here? I haven't noticed you around..." She said, glancing at his large wings.

Sham was taken slightly aback, actually, very taken aback. Girls usually died when he spoke to them, nevermind aproached them directly. And why on earth didn't she call him Sham instead of Shamrock? Everybody liked to feel like he liked them enough to let him use his Nickname! And, why had she not noticed him?! Shamrock, the Shamrock! The most attractive male in existance!

"Would you like to come on walk with me? My girlfriend is off grazing if you know what you mean." He said with a wink, brushing his tail down her sideand trying to cover up his frustration.

Silver stepped away from him. "No thank you, you should be with your girlfriend." She said blankly, walking away from him like it was nothing, and nothing at all.

Shamrocks mouth dropped down, but he snapped it shut immediatly, since he was determind to keep his dignity, or what he had left from being flat out rejected. Did she just say no? He must be crazy or something, because that never happened to him. Ever. He shook his head, hurrying after her with an utterly dumbfound look on his face. "Silver!!!" he called. "did you just decline an invatation from Sham?" he asked, a flabergasted look on his face.

Silver turned to him "Sham, I'm not just going to walk off into the sunset with you just because you asked me to. I see the way you minipulate the females around here, and I know you probably dont know this, but you can't do that. Just because your good looking and they are pretty doesn't mean your in love. Love isn't like that. Love is love, not attractivness." She said sweetly but firmly, walking off again.

Shamrock watched her leave, growling at himself. "Idiot," he mumbled, walking back to camp. He felt the light grass tickled his legs and he sighed, knowing what he had to do. "Scarlett!" He called as he spotted her next to an apple tree. She looked up as he called, running over to him with her usual bright smile, so happy and unknowing... Unknowing of what would happen next.

"Yes Sham!?" She asked excitedly, her eyes bright as stars shining in the midnight sky. Instantly some feeling slammed into his gut; Guilt.

Shamrock smiled to her, not his cocky, self senterd smiled but a sweet smile, for once. "I'm sorry Scar but its time i tell you the truth. The whole truth. I'm only with you becuse i think your pretty. I dont really like you and i know thats wrong, and I was stupid to ever think it could be okay. I hope you find someone who really cares about you." He said gently, licking her cheek. He saw her face fall slowly; she liked him. She really liked him, and he just treated her like a piece of prey that he ate part of, then threw away half-way finished.

"Thank you for being real with me Sham. I really do appreciate it." She said quietly, oviously breaking inside, but her tone was still sweet as she spoke. She then padded past him to her friends, without another word.

Shamrock dipped his head and frowned. It was getting late... He silently walked back to his den, not nearly as cocky as when he came out. He folded his magnificent wings into his body and curled up into a ball in his large nest. As he closed his violet eyes he thought of Silver. So beautiful yet so down to earth. How could that combination ever colide so smoothly? To him, it was a mystery.

~♥~

Shamrock opened his eyes, adjusting them to the bright lite that flodded into his den. He groaned as he felt a paw prodding at his side "What the heck do you wa-... Silver?" He asked, his eyes taking in her shape. She smiled to him brightly, her shiny black coat glittering in the sun, the same way it would glitter off the beautiful ocean, lighting up the world.

"You still up for a walk?" She asked, prancing around him playfully.

Shamrock, amazed that she had even remembered he had talked to her the day before, nodded his head quickly and stood up, shaking his pelt free of the dust and moss that stuck to his handsome, shining pelt. They padded out of his den side by side, their paws hitting the ground ina soft rythem. As they neared the field were they had first met yesterday, Sham forcibly worked up the nerve to fianlly ask her the question that had pricked at him since she had woken him.

"What changed your mind?" He asked curiously, looking down at his paws faintly. It was odd, to him, to have a real conversation with a female, one that wasn't flirt-filled, one that he wouldn't forget about in five minutes.

Silver smiled at him. "You did the right thing. You told Scarlett that she was free to love the right guy and you did it in a non hurtfull way. You changed." She told him very sweetly, smiling at him.
"It takes courage to do that, and somehow, you found that courage deep within yourself. And you know what, I must admit your getting the hang of this changing thing." She nodded, smiling at him faintly, her tone still sweet, and almost proud.

Shamrock though about this. He had always been taught that he was the only one that matterd in the world; That females were just accesories. He turned his head to look at Silver "Yeah. I guess i did change..." He said, looking up at the beautiful blue sky.

I think i get it now mother. The reason you left dad. Im not going to listen to him anymore mother, im going to follow my heart like you taught me. Thank you mother. Sham though to the sky, knowing his beautiful mother was waching him now.

~♥~

Likes
Shamrock loves fire, in intregues him in many ways because of its mystery. He used to like being the center of attention but that has no meaning to him now that he has Silver in his life. Shamrock is actally a very interesting guy. He has a secret love for human objects. They're shinny and so different then the natural things that surround him but the thing that Sham likes most is the moon. Sometimes he believes that his mother looks down on him from the moon at night, keeping him safe.

~♥~

Dislikes
Though Shamrock may seem bold and brave on the outside, he has a great fear. Thunder storms. Sham is very frightend of thunder and lightning, therfor hates them in all ways. He also hated insects. They crawl! Shamrock thinks of bugs as fightning though they are everyweres he looks.

~♥~

Shamrock

[Lirrie]

Goennec Pen #: 2
Name: Cazicanta Melorius

How would you use him/her: I defiantly would rp him, he would be a good friend for all my geos and a confidant for Talahasi. Of corse he with get art and I may attempt some myself (not sure how that will turn out) but I will be writing him some stories.

Define your Goennec:

Name: Cazicanta Melorius (Ca-zi-kanta Mel-or-ius)
Nickname: Cazi
Age: 5 Years Old

Personality:

Talahasi looks up to this big guy as a father figure and cofidant, and Cazi never lets him down. If you need someone to talk to he will lend you an ear but watch out as he thinks of his heard as family nd will protect them at all cost. He isn't one to start a fight but if you attempt to harm his family then he sees that as you starting the fight and he will end it. His best attribute is his patience, it seems infinite though most of the time its not.\\

See me as I am, not what I could be or want to be,
those dreams of mine
infinite and true
but not do they show even when im blue.

He just want people to see him, not as he is or what he could and wants to be but as himself.

[Nearmagic]

Withdraw.
Good luck everyone. :3

[broken*]

Goennec Pen #: His pen is #2
Name: I would rename him Dragon Wings.
NickName: His nickname would be Dragon.
How would you use him/her: Dragon would be a character in my character thread and I may enter him in rp's, if I'm allowed. As soon as I saw him, I fell in love. The colors are some of my favorites and the wings remind me of my favorite animal, the dragon. The designs are so unique and simply beautiful.
Define your Goennec:
~His upsides~
-He is extremly fast when flying, his wings help much more then one would think.
-He is a good fighter and, although he doesn't enjoy it, he will fight to protect someone/something he cares about or that is important to him.
-He is an extremely good hunter. He prefers small mice and things over plants, but he does enjoy berries as well. He will eat plants if needed.
~His personality~
-He is very kind and generally very sweet. He cares about everyone he knows, even his enimies, but he's not afraid to fight for whats right. He does have his bad days and when he does, stay away. On his bad days he can be very mean, rough and tumble, and all out ignorant. But he has very few bad days, thank goodness.
~He likes~
-He enjoys being in water. He is a terrible swimmer and it's not good for him to get his wings wet, so he has to be very careful when he goes in. He must always stay where his hooves/paws can touch the ground.

[MirrorMask]

Goennec Pen #:

3 {Three.}

Name:

DragonBreath

Nick named:

Agon


How would you use her:

I would try to use her in the GRP but I probably won't keep up unless anyone is really would what her in it.I really have plans on getting popular art and I would love for her to be it instead of some of my older charries.Not saying i don't like them but I would like to get her art before prices race and she isn't that simple.But I would also try to involve her in other charries stories I have plans for two butterfly twins I planning to go for at Break of Dawn.But I need a double sided personalty to play in the story so I think she would fit both the personality I trying to make and for something in the story to pop.I have ideas of a great story.In the guide lines of Earth forming into what is it now,seeing that it needed a protect the heavens made Dragonbreath to protect the earth.But she is is infected with hells evil which makes her two personailties.Heaven does not like this so she makes all different animals to try to kills her but help her heal this evilness.I have more plans awhile i want her to have a part with some of my CE including my newest Heaven's Shine.I think that Heaven's shine could play a good part in the plans of the story I making.I would like her also to be part of the history {Or sharing} the story of a bird charrie I planning to make.As her pet seeing that she is dragon like she will be sharing some snake like abilities and or qualities. The bird will be a guide for her , I'm not making her had defects but I making her a little different to make the story interesting.I not doing much through,I making her weight a little heavy because of big bone growth and scales making her had limited flight time.I also making her sight a little bad but nothing to make her blind just when she wakes up it's blurry since she her eyes weren't open and not adjust to the light of morning but it last maybe only a 15 minutes but she need the bird to protect her for the matter of those minutes.The bird also can hold food,etc since it could fly instead of walking.The bird will also play a part since it's the heck's guide for her but the bird isn't that evil maybe a little crazy and harsh but nothing to much.She also has some freak out momenst which then she needs someone but since she is more with the bird then with anyone she greatly loves him.Dragonbreath will be one of my most creative charries and will be the most respected.

Why I love her:

I love her purple eyes the most out of everything,purple is my second favorite color but awhile I just like it makes they different seeing that nothing in real life has purple eyes.But I also love reptiles,seeing that she has reptile like or is like a reptile.I love snakes she isn't that snake still the scales connect to me to them and I love snakes i love feeling their muscles move as they crawl over you.But I also love how they have venom,seeing it can kill you it interests me how that works it's just like spit but it cane kill you by going into your blood stream and to your heart.But how was it formed and why do only some have it.Some many question that I love to hear answered but nobody really knows.I like green my friends favorite color and one of my many.I like the mix of the darker and light with also or again makes her eyes popped out or show move they would with out eh green.I like how that it's green and purple since the colors go very well together.Now I like the horns very much they are odd and once in a life time making her look like an older female or a young male which makes me think why I made her female and gives me ideas in her stories.I like feature because it gives me ideas of making her a tom boy but I might not depending on my time and my stress levels {yes I have high stress if I don't control it I have or can have problems}Now I cannot see it that well bit I see two sets of whiskers out of her muzzle now that is just plan cool,they looked like question marks with out the point and I never saw this on any other Goennecs so I really love it.I like the eyebrow looking details over her eyes which makes her look more human-ish and more exotic in my eyes which only makes her love her more and more.I like her wings,yes more dragons have this wing and awhile bats {It looks like it to me} but it looks like a hand and then it makes me want and feel more human likes over and over like I could possible connect with her{Not in a fursona way}I just love her and those spikes too I like them it makes me think more about the dragons and her.Spikes overall is just way to cool I would was some out of my ankles it also is a good weapon other then teeth and claws giving her a bonus and in flight with enemy behind her.I just love her overall for herself <3


Define your Goennec:

{WIP}

[BlissfulFarrago]

Goennec Pen #: 4
Name: Anđa
How would you use him/her: I would definitely get write her a story and RP her. I would have already written a past for her, but I'm lacking in time and specific ideas at the moment. I'd also get art of her and keep her on my character thread.
Define your Goennec:

It is so easy to forget, when you can't see yourself. Forget how you're different. That you're not like them. But then I see the stares, hear the whispers, and all I want to do is hide.

What I wouldn't do to stop the way they look at me, glancing at me, and then looking again. Stare. Then blink, as they recognize me from what they've heard. Then they turn away as if they were never looking at all, determined to ignore me, to prove that they are polite, that they don't care what I look like or who I am. Lies, all lies.

They know me, from the stories, from the gossip. It was not my fault, the way I am. It was my parents. One a large, majestic dragoneas goennec, the other simply a normal goennec. It is a cliché story, like something from a legend. But it was true. They made history. History that got them killed.

I tell myself over and over again, that it's what's inside that counts. It's a common saying, but it's not really believed by anyone. Lying to myself does little to ease the pain...

My stream of thoughts is interrupted by a touch from behind. My eyes pop open, and I turn. It is a small goennec, obviously young. It asks me what is wrong with my fur. I explain that nothing is wrong--I was just born that way. At least he didn't act the way adults do. Instead of staring, then pretending nothing was wrong, he simply asked. But even as I was answering, his mother appeared and called him away, shooting me a look as though I had done something wrong. I turned away and sighed. Apparently looking different is a crime these days...

Some art I did:

[azalea]

Goennec Pen #: 2

Name: Ryuu

How would you use him/her:
I'm not much of a role-player, but I would use Ryuu as a loved character. I don't hoard characters, I only go for the ones that I really connect with, like Ryuu. As such, my character thread is very tight-knit. His design is really quite gorgeous, it reminds me of the gold symbols and decor often found on ancient Chinese architecture. The sweeping strokes, detailed and intricate, yet not overbearing in shine. I love the dragon-styled wings on Ryuu, and that deep plum with gold is just outstanding. I admit, I can't draw Goennecs very well, but I could just sit at my desk and draw him, all day long. Ryuu would get a loving home, tons of art from not only me, and stories.

Define your Goennec:

Name: Ryuu

Ryuu means dragon in Japanese. It may seem unoriginal to name him "Dragon", but besides the wings and long skinny tail, Ryuu's design represents an eastern dragon in my eyes. Long and elegant lines, that seem to be floating and carefree. The dynamic fluidity you sense as the eye travels from the hip to the fore-legs. Then the sharp contrast of the lines on his hind-legs, like a dragon's claws. Even if Ryuu was a normal Goennec, I'd name him Ryuu all the same, because he would, is, and always will be a dragon to me.

Known As: Akuma

Akuma means Devil. Ryuu is called the Akuma because his herd considers him a demon. His magnificent violet wings are unlike what they've seen before. His unnatural coloring inspires more malicious behaviors. They keep away from him, because they believe he has powers to hurt them. They've tried to kill him before, but it has never worked. The herd has given up and just keep him in a large circle of trampled grass and herbs. They believe this will protect them. The other Goennecs also use his prescence to scare off other herds. They manipulate him.

Age: about 10 years

Likes:

Being around others that accept his existence. He wants desperately to be accepted by his herd, but knows it will never happen. Even if they did accept him, they would always harbor a deep-running prejudice.

Running. Although he can only run in his circle, it's still quite a large amount of space (the diameter of the circle is always 35 feet, the prime thinks the number 7 is lucky especially when it appears five times). He often runs in circles for hours and hours on end. It helps clear his mind and get away from the hatred that eminates from the other Goennecs. Ryuu runs everyday, and gets very muscular and strong from this.

Thinking alone quietly. Being alone for Ryuu is a love-hate relationship. Being alone and ignored by everyone else really gives him time to think about things. To wonder his existence and ask himself questions. Am I really a devil? Do I belong here? Things like this, he likes thinking about for hours on end.

His Sittin' Rock. ^^ Ryuu loves having a rock in his circle to sit on. Other Goennecs have friends to sit on, well Ryuu has his rock. It seems sad, but really Ryuu prefers having a rock to sit on and observe the world casually.

Dislikes:

Flying. Although Ryuu has wings and can fly, he dislikes the feeling. The lurch in your stomach as it flips, the fatigue in you limbs. Quite ironically, Ryuu actually has a horrid fear of heights.

His Circle. It restricts and suffocates him. He wishes he could be with the others and run along the entire clearing. Moreover, it stinks of wolfsbane, an herb thought to ward off demons. Ryuu, like most other goennecs, hates the smell of wolfsbane.

Manipulating. Occasionally, the herd treats him with such comtempt, that he has to manipulate their prejudice towards him to survive. Ryuu hates it when he has to do this, he's forced to threaten them with his "satanic powers".

Hurting Others. Ryuu does not have much of a temper. But when he feels his life being threatened, Ryuu acts quickly and without mercy. Many soldiers that the prime and elders have sent to kill him died by his hand. He hates it when he does this, just in a flash he sees an assasin sent to kill him. The next second, he's soaked in blood that doesn't belong to him and a dead Goennec is nearby.

Personality:

Ryuu tries to stay positive. He considers his herd his closest family, since his mother died in birth (more reason for the Goennecs to fear him) and his father ran away upon witnessing his satanic wings. Even though he doesn't like how they treat him, he has no where else to turn to. Ryuu hides his pain and anguish with a smile on his face. He doesn't want others to worry about him, even though no one in the herd does.

Ryuu is really quite a handsome Goennec. Moreover, he is strong and muscular. Healthy and fit. He has a cool, deep and mysterious demeanor that makes him irresistable to the younger females, loves younglings, and smiles and jokes often. Because of all this and that he was given a special tier of his own (besides the six normal Goennec hierachy) called Demon that's above the soldiers, occassionally rebellious and daring females will seek him out. Ryuu appreciates that he is sought after, but does not give much care for the ewes. Ryuu actually has fallen in love with one female (Miku) before, but he knows their child would be shunned from the herd. Cursed to live in the same way he does, trapped in a circle. Thus, he refuses to court with any ewes, although it aches his heart when they are dejected and cry.

Ryuu's only friend is another Goennec in the herd, named Meigui. Meigui is a little girl that lost her parents when she was very young and wandered into the herd. Meigui was not raised by the herd she currently lives with, so she knows not of their prejudice towards Ryuu. Thus, she loves Ryuu like a brother, and adores his leathery wings. The herd does not permit younglings in his circle, but she often leaves flowers for him to eat near the edge.

Back-story:

Author's Note-- this takes place before Meigui joins the herd ;3


I've never really had any friends.

No one wants to be friends with the freak.



They tell you that it's what's inside that matters. That no one cares how different you are.

That's a lie.


~

Sitting alone in the quiet clearing, the calm before the storm. The younglings played happily without a care in the world. Their parents cautious and alert. A near-perfect circle of trampled grass surrounded my rock. I was never to cross the line of the circle, even in the event of an emergency, and no one came in. There was no rule that they couldn't...just that no one wanted, no...no one dared to. I was Ryuu. I was the Akuma...the devil.

I finished my thoughts on that depressing note, and got up from my rock. This rock was curved in and smooth, the perfect shape to sit in. I really got lucky this time, I thought to myself in a melancholy. Starting up in a trot, I began to run around the inside edges of my circle. I could feel my muscles burning, still aching from the three miles I ran yesterday. Grimacing in pain, I kicked up the speed.

I run when I feel saddened.

"Ryuu~" said a high voice, trailing my name cutely.

I stopped suddenly and glanced at the ewe calling my name. She was very beautiful, ice blue eyes and brown fur, flowers adorned in her mane. I faced her and waited for her to continue.

"Well, it's the Siv now. And I was wondering-"

I walked over to where she was, inches away from her. "I'm sorry, you're very beautiful, but I'm not looking to mate right now," I said softly with a sad smile. The ewe stared at me for moment, then left quickly back to her friends. My heart cracked in two as I saw her friends comfort her while she cried.

I returned to my running. I need at least two more miles today, I thought.

Panting and sore, I plopped back down on my rock and observed the herd. The ewe from before had recovered from earlier and was already wooing the soldier rams with her friends. She bounced back slower than the others, I thought sadly.

I caught flash of a dark blue hoof as it barreled through towards my head. Catching it swiftly and calmly, I twisted it and flipped the Goennec attacking over. The young male soldier lay writhing in the grass, left hindleg sprained.

"Were you sent to assasinate me?" I said as I leaned forward. The young ram nodded painfully. "Do you really want to kill me?" The ram scowled scornfully. I nodded appreciatively. This ram was young, but had a an impressively high pain tolerance. "I advise you to leave this circle while you still can, I don't want you to get even more hurt," I said sincerely with a caring smile. He backed away out of the circle, puzzled at the tears that flowed from my eyes. I hate when I have to hurt these kids. They're so young and naive.

~
I had a dream that night...of that fateful day five years ago...

There was once a time when I was let out of my circle. It was a terrible day. I went to visit the Prime, to thank him for letting me have freedom for just one day. But inside, I discovered the Prime talking to the Prince. They hadn't noticed me, so I hid.

"You're letting him free?"
"Only for a day. It's not like that Ryuu can do much to us anyway."
"Imagine if his parents were still alive and here."
"Yes, I can see the horrors. A soldier ewe specially trained in advanced combat and a super genius prince? It would have been trouble if we hadn't killed them."

I gasped loudly. Rage coursed through my veins. Everything was a lie. My mother had not died during my birth. Father hadn't run away from me. Tears raced down my face. Furiously, I leapt onto the Prime's back and crushed him under my weight. I kicked him repeatedly, yelling, and crying. His blood splattered all over my body. The Prince kicked me solidly on the back. I was slammed against the wall. The rest was a blur. All I remember when I woke again was twenty or so Goennecs around me, dead. And my body soaked in their blood.

The others hid from me, terrified of what I might do to them. I was given the name Akuma, the devil. The whispers crept into my mind, delving in and slicing my cold heart like a beautiful sword. I suffered in my shame, wallowed in my guilt, and sank into a deep depression.

I was shunned even farther from their lives. I was no longer a strange young ram with possibly terrifying powers. I was a demon, a devil, and cold-blooded satanic threat.

I stopped smiling. I stopped laughing. I stopped loving life.

Perhaps everyone would be better off if I was just dead, I thought, everyday, tears dripping down my fur.

~

I had sunken into a horrid depression. I stared at the cliff on the next hill for at least three hours. Wondering how I could get there somehow without anyone noticing and take my life.

"Oi," yelled a firm voice, just barely high and like music, like an angel's. I'm hearing the angels of hell call me, I thought, a content look on my face as I lay down on the grass, my eyes closed.

A shadow of an ewe loomed over me. I opened my eyes and saw the most beautiful ewe I'd ever seen.

"You there. Hello," she said sweetly. "Ryuu, right?" Her face bore a sweet smile.

I loved that smile of her's for the rest of my life. "Yes," I replied coolly.

Just then, she kicked me sharply on the cheek with her hoof. I stared at her, waiting for the reason why she kicked me. "Don't look at me like that. I saw you staring at that cliff, thinking about taking your life. Idiot!" She was even more beautiful when she was mad.

"That's my own decision," I said calmly. She kicked me again.

"No, you don't get it. Believe it or not, you matter in this world. You make a difference. Who cares if everyone hates you? As long as you love the world, and love life you belong on this world."

"What would you know?" I replied, again calmly.

"I know more than you think. Promise me that you will always love your life from now on. And you will always be smiling and laughing."

"But-"

"Promise me," she replied curtly, a terrifying look on her face.

"Fine, I promise," I said. She nodded contently, smiled at me, and walked away.


Her name was Miku. All she did was make me promise her a simple task, but it saved me from my despairing thoughts. Seeing her happy face when I smiled at the simplest of things and laughed at every joke I heard, warmed my heart. I found myself falling in love with her smile, her laugh, everything about her.

But I was still so lonely. She left this world a year later. A bear attacked her while she was foraging for food to give me. She was so very loved by the herd. They associated her death with my evil. The herd shunned me once again, nover even meeting my eyes.

If only I was allowed to leave my circle. I could have saved her, I constantly told myself. I didn't have the guts to leave my circle, I was shameless and gutless. I was a coward. I began to develop a hatred towards myself, and isolated my soul from my body.

I smiled through my tears when I thought of Miku, and our promise.

~

It seems like an eternity since I was that lonely. They had excluded me, and I had isolated myself. The looks they gave me. The whispers about the Akuma. The devil Goennec.

Those days are behind us, never to be spoken or even thought. Everyone just wants to forget.
Some have, others try desperately.

But I can't forget. I don't want to forget.

Those days have made me who I am.

The blood that still stains the grass. My trail of tears as I thought of my parents and of Miku. The cracked remains of the promised smiles that hid my pain.

They are my identity.

The sole proof of my existence in this world.

[yearofdragon]

Goennec Pen #: 3

Name: Nano
How would you use him/her: nano would be used as a loved character and a frequent victim of my art X3
Define your Goennec:
Likes:

Rain
Nano loves the rain, he loves the way it feels when it runs off his leathery wings. Rain has a very High sentimental value to nano, it rained on the day Nano was born and when he first learned how to fly. Due to this Nano has an extreme connection to rain.

Freedom
Nano loves freedom.
He cant stand being chained up, held down, or having anything over his head

owls
Nano is amazed by owls. he loves how silent and graceful they are while in the air. there is a barn owl family that lives near where nano's herd lives. Nano watches the owls every night.

Dislikes:

Small spaces
i guess this could fall under freedom but Nano cant stand small spaces.
If he cant stretch his wings out full length then he begins to feel claustrophobic.

Lightning
To Nano lightning= Death.
Nanos mother was killed by lightning while watching over the herd, ever since then Nano has been terrified by lightning.

History:

The steady rythym of the rain beat aginst the roof of Nanos cave-den. This was Nanos favorite time of year, The summer storms were back,
This was the time that the Greenest grass grew, this was the time when life was at its fullest.
But every happiness has its sorrow
this was also the time of year when Nano's mother died. On the 11th of July Nano's mother was struck by lightning while standing on a cliff overlooking the herds grazing area Nano was Devistated, he layed next to his unmoving mother while the rain soaked her long green and brown fur and the smell of smoke filled the air, eventually a member of Nano's herd had to come take Nano away from his Dead mother. The dark brown Goennec told Nano that "everything would be okay" while gently pushing Nano away from his mother's Blackened body.

It had been about ten years since Nano's mother had died and he was one of the higher members in the herd, the brown Goennec that had helped him After his mother died had became his Adopted Family member, making sure that Nano never got in trouble, or into any fights. Nano loved this brown Goennec who was named Dusty, Nano loved Dusty as much as he would of loved any of his family members, Nano enjoyed resting his head on Dusty's back, with Dusty's Chocolate brown mane brushing against Nano's Chin, this comforted Nano, it Reminded him of his mother and her sweet scent and her soft fur.

Art:
i have a couple pictures done but im on vacation so i dont have a scanner.
ill post them when i get home


Goennec Pen #: Specal pen 1

Name: Naomi
How would you use him/her: Naomi would be a close friend of Nano and a loved character.
Define your Goennec:

Likes:

Dislikes:
[b]Wip[/b]

[Pandora Gaskarth]

I must say, the Goey in Pen 1 is awesome. It hash a moustache XD But pen four is better.

Pandora
This story and all of the parts in 'define your goennec' (besides her personality) are from the point of view of Yuna

Goennec Pen #:
4
Name:
Yuna Earthstar
How would you use her:
Yuna really is very beautiful, so I'd definitely draw her/order art of her. I'd put her in the roleplay and I'd put her in my character thread. I will most likely use her in a few other stories which I am writing, and I'll give her a deep background. I think her offspring would be absoloutely adorable, so I'd definitely breed her in the Siv a few times for good measure. Plus, she has scaly patches which are cool, unusual and they draw me to her.

Define your Goennec:

[When you have only seen darkness, will it ever again be possible to see light?]

Personality

Yuna is a strange one. Sometimes she can be stubborn and agressive, sometimes she can be sweet and kind. No matter which mood the doe is in, she is always a bit of a misery guts. She tries to be happy and bubbly, but it isnt her things. She is alone, and can be antisocial. She likes company, but doesnt like to get close to people in fear she will loose them. She is tough when it comes to certain things, and doesn't like being told what to do. She is quick witted and alert, always on her paws. She hates enclosed spaces due to her past, which has caused extreme claustrophobia. Yuna doesnt give up, and she is a good friend, though she doesnt trust others easily. Her heart, mind and soul are locked, and they need a key, but the key has been thrown away and never found. She seems to be doomed to a life of loneliness. She is deep and poetic at the best of times, but can be sharp and dangerous at other times. She can also be very funny, and she likes to see smiling Goennecs, sometimes. In fight or flight situations, she never runs. She stands and fights for what she believes in, even if she isnt the most skilled fighter. She loves the outdoors and love, but she has never been exposed to true love. She is strange, and often branded wierd. Others usually stay away from her, but others are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her personality and a lot of her words are laced with humour or some other second meaning. Yuna is a heart breaker.

Her story

Love is a rare jewel that only those with the purest intentions can gain. Love is bliss, and bliss is love. Love is not tainted, but is a pure thing, like an innocent white butterfly in a meadow. Those who shred love and make it dark and evil are murderers- murderers of all that is pure- ripping the wings from the butterfly of innocent love and leaving it to rot and die alone. I myself am not pure, nor will I ever be again. I had dark intentions with love, and so I was punished for my intentions. I used to wonder who I would fall in love with, who I would end up with, if I would die alone. All the questions then seemed rather exciting and I wanted them to all be answered immediately. Now I wish I could turn back time, and go back to when I had asked such things, and perhaps changed the course of what happened. Maybe then I would have grown up pure. I now watch the aftermath of my tainted love, look down upon my punishment. I have ruined the life of one who was pure, and now they are gone, their soul disappearing upwards. I am alone.

I wasn't always alone, I suppose. In the beginning, I had a family, I had friends. They loved me dearly, and I loved them. I was never alone or unsafe, I was always surrounded by love and support. I wasn't the enemy at that time. I can still remember my past as clearly as if it only happened less than moons ago. I can still smell the smells, hear the background noises of chirpy birds, everything. I suppose I'll start from the start.

When I was born, there was light. All I could see was white, nothing else. It seemed that way for a little while, I suppose. But I could hear everything. I could hear my parents talking about how I was different to the others, how they would love me anyway, how I would only be cast out if I grew up to be a loner, or teased. Sometimes, when I was older, this was what goaded me on to fight against them, though now I wish I hadn't. After a little while, the whiteness was gone and I could see everything clearly. The first time I could see, I smiled up at my mother, then my father, at that time oblivious to what they had said in the earlier time. At that time I loved them. And they loved me right back. As we grew older, my siblings were unfortunate. They slowly died off for different reasons, until my brother and I were the only ones left. I suppose now my parents were lucky to have had even one survive, because they had had a large family which usually meant death. The day my brother died changed me from a mild, meek Goennec to an antisocial, hardened monster. It was the beginning of the end.

The day was cold and rainy. The wind blew wildly around, and Kane- my brother- and I curled up together. Our mother and father did the same. They whispered messages of love to each other as if it was the final hour. I couldnt help but smile at their pure love, how wonderful it was. I wondered if I'd ever feel that way. The wind began to die down, and the howling began to quieten, until I could only hear the raindrops hitting the dirt ground. As we always did on muddy days, kane and I got to our paws and ran outside. Every muddy day when it was safe to go outside, we would roll in the mud and play hide and seek. It may have seemed simple, but we were raised simply. We were such good friends. He was usually so alert, noticing small noises when I didnt. This time, I was the first one to notice something was wrong. Kane had noticed too late.

I watched in horror as a large creature leapt forwards. It's eyes were narrowed in slits and it barked something to another creature. In its deformed paws it grasped a sharp object, and the other grabbed Kane. I screamed and tried to ram into them, but they proved to strong. I had to watch in horror as they killed him, breaking his neck, had to watch the light fade from his teary eyes ever so slowly, had to watch his lips mouth the words 'I love you'. It was too much.

I fell to the ground, and now that I thought about it this unintentional collapse could work to my advantage. I almost fully closed my eyes, so I could see through small slits I kept open. The creatures stared at Kane with their horrible faces. “This one’s not pretty. Leave it,” The first one said, before its glance flickered to me. Its face was filled with intrigue as it spoke again. “That’s a beauty though,” it added, nudging the second creature. The second one nodded, but began to walk away. “It’s dead, and it has a weird body shape. I’m not touching a dead thing. What if it was diseased? The other one was alive and not diseased. Come on,” It said. I almost charged at them in anger, but I managed to use my strength to stay down until their noisy, ignorant footsteps could not be heard again. Then I broke down into tears, looking down at Kane.

The next year or so was a bit blurry, but I remember yelling, screaming, disharmony and many other horrible things. There was only one event in that time that really stuck with me through my life; when I met the ram who I was destined to kill.

The day I met him was a rather boring and uneventful day. I had sat on my own besides a stream, putting my paws in then yanking them out when fish came by in a desperate attempt to amuse myself and possibly get something tp eat. I found this more and more boring and tedious to even think about, so I decided to walk upstream to the lake connected to the stream. It was warm and nice, the perfect temperature on a cold day. I was gaunt looking and hollow, but once my body entered the water I became alive and well, like I used to be. It was a nice feeling. I could hear rustling in the bushes, but I ignored them, passing it off as a rabbit. When a patterned paw and a pair of horns appeared, I began to worry, but I had already been spotted.

The ram smiled rather cockily at me, his eyes glued to my pelt. I glared back, diving underneath the water so he couldnt see me. His loud voice was still audible in the depths of the water though, so I remained there and listened. "Who are you?" He asked, "I'm Tarnuk." I resurfaced for air and stared at him. His name was strange, as was he. I didnt bother answering at first, just staring and growling to myself. He wasnt worth the time. But then he spoke again, and I couldnt help but watch him with surprise clear on my face. "Like a dying flower, you seem starved of water and love. You have seperated yourself from the other flowers, and bit by bit you fall away until you are just a lifeless, blank stem of nothingness," He told me. I didnt really understand for a few moments, but when I did his words seemed beautiful and poetic. So poetic I had to smile.

It turned out Tarnuk was nice and sweet. He wasnt at all like I expected him to be upon furst sight. I did not trust him straight away, but his beautiful words would always hook me in, until we slowly but surely fell in love. His love was pure, and I thought everything was perfect. But the reason I loved him wasnt because I truely adored him. It was because I could use him and his strong words and fighting tactics that he would often show off to kill the humans who had killed Kane. I knew it was vain to try and find the humans who had killed my brother, but with their filthy image burned into my memory, I knew it would be easier than perhaps finding someone and only knowing their name. Tarnuk liked mye, and confessed his love to me one night. Knowing that going along with it would gain me a guarantee that he would fight for me, I lied and said that I too loved him. And so it went on like that for a few years, just Tarnuk and I, in our own little world, away from everything and anything else, even my family. Soon they were just a blurred memory of love and affection and grief, and soon they were all dead. Then, I no longer needed to pretend it was just Tarnuk and I. It really was.

When we became inseperable, I knew it was time to put my plan into full action. Looking back on the memories of this time now makes me feel sick, for I wish to never be this way again. In fact, now I never speak of my past at all. I am just someone who is in the moment and not in the past. I told Tarnuk that humans often came looking for me, and had even one shot me, though it had healed over. He believed me, and he was furious. He was ready to fight and get revenge, to save me from this worry. And it turned out he knew exactly where the humans were, because he often saw them hunting around the area. We had located their abode after a few months, and then, battle began.

The battle is yet another thing I struggle to remember. I remember screaming and yelling, crying and gun shots, grunts and so many other noises. The scent and sight of crimson blood, staining the virgin snow around us that had begun to fall. I remember looking away, then looking back and finding Tarnuk on the ground, and the human beside him. Both were still, and I had achieved my goal, all the while poisoning the ones who cared for me, poisoning those who heard my deceitful voice. I had killed a Goennec, not with my own force, but with my own words and lies. I was tainted.

And so now we are back to the present, in the September snow, standing over Tarnuk and the human. For one, I feel nothing, but for the other, I feel remorse. There is nothing I can do but stand and grieve, think about how terrible I am, about how I will never love someone again. All the while, as I stand here lying to myself about how I will never give my heart to another, the snow has begun to melt. Spring is upon us, my favourite time of year, and everything is being renewed. All the terrible, traumatic memories and things said in winter have been washed away like dust from the grass, leaving the ground pure and green, innocent and once again pristine. The time is upon me, and I must go. I must leave the one who I tricked, and seek solace in a herd. I will never again speak of Tarnuk, or Kane, or anything that I can remember. From now on, I am the Goennec who has no past. I am but a shell, never again to open up, never again to bear anything but emptiness.

Family/Relationships

My mother was named Fariah, and my father was called Kovu. They were madly in love, and loved each other until the end. When father died, mother barely coped. She died soon after. As they say, when one hummingbird dies, the other cannot live without it and will soon die with it. My siblings were plenty; four of them to be exact. Tahlia, Jace, Kane, and Zelia. Kane was the last to die, and I died with him partly. That was the extent of my family. I suppose I have cousins somewhere along the line though, long lost and never to be found. I dont have many friends really, either. I met this one doe who seemed okay for a while, but now I think about it she was probably the devil in a Goennec suit. My enemies include this one little black ram named Svartur. He's like the opposite to me, and we always disagree. The day we agree, the world will end.

Mannerisms/Behaviour

I suppose you could call me strange, or as most do, 'a loose cannon'. I do strange things at strange times. For example, I run through fields of flowers and trample them while most eat them. Err...Bad example. I roll in mud and throw it at the air when it rains. I act all fancy and noble, then suddenly I act all unformal and rude. I try to be normal, but I suppose I dont really know what normal is anymore. I talk too loud and talk over others. I sit really close to others, but when others sit close to me I usually move away. I am very cliche in this way. I adore to tease, and I love even more to annoy and anger, but only those I love. They can usually understand why I do the things I do. My past is serious, so most think I should be a serious soul, but I hate being moody. While some things I say are deep, others are not so much.

Likes

Privacy
Something I havent gotten enough of lately. Just me, myself, and I. I'm not saying I'm a loner, but when you have someone who seems to be guarding you constantly you have to wonder if privacy exists and want privacy.
Open Spaces
Ahh. Open Spaces. Not enclosed, not tight, but free and airy. You can run and jump and leap, eat, roll, dance, do whatever. If I never again see an open space, I will wither.
Mud
Mud is amazingly fun. It is cold at warm times and warm at cold times. It is wonderful. You can do whatever with it; throw it, play in it, roll in it. Anything. And I find it easy to wash off, too.
Pure Love
A world with only pure love is a perfect world. It is sweet and kind, caring and untainted, pure. It is like nothing you have seen before. It is serene, it is bliss, it is like nirvana; the bliss achieved when finding your higher/inner self (or at least thats what I class nirvana as).
Kane
My brother was a lovely guy. He was pure and sweet. I miss him dearly.

Dislikes

Enclosed Spaces
I despise enclosed spaces. I have an extreme claustrophobia problem due to my rather traumatic past, and if I am in or anywhere too close to anywhere closed in or small, I begin to get snappish, angry, upset and even aggresive or deadly. I am known to many as a 'loose cannon' when too close to small spaces now due to this.
Being watched
I am constantly watched, mostly because I am deemed rather mad by some. I believe I have no privacy, which urks me to no end. I also dislike when others stare, whether it be because of my appearance or the way I act or something else.
Jerks
I hate jerks. Males who think they are amazingly good looking or kind, but are really not what they think. Males who think they can get all the does in the Siv, who think they are it and a bit. I feel like giving them a good kick in the shins.
Crying
Crying seems like a showcase of weakness to me. When I see someone cry, for no reason I deem 'cryworthy', I brand that someone as weak. If they can't take something, they shouldn't dish it back out or even try to integrate into a herd of any sort. They should go hide in a hole.
Death
Death isnt something I really wish to elaborate on. It is horrible to pretty much everyone. It takes those you love and doesnt give anything in return, just like a slave driver.
Tainted Love
Love is pure. Love is innocent. To taint it is disgusting, a crime of terrible proportions. If you are 'in love' with someone out of malice or any other reason, you should die. I should be dead. I experienced tainted love. I have been the maker of black romance at one time or another.
Those Who Can't Take the Truth
When my friends ask me something, I reply as truthfully as possible. If they are ugly, and ask me if they are ugly, I'm not going to tell them they are beautiful. Its their fault for asking. I dont get offended by what others say about me, so they shouldnt get offended either. They should suck it up and roll with the punches.
Humans
If I could wipe out that species forever, I would. They took my brother. They killed him and then left him there, because his fur was not 'pretty enough'. They eyed me off, commenting on my fur, and came towards me. I showed them. They took the one thing I truely had loved and cherished, and killed it. I will never forgive them.


WIP

[Ranua]

I may have to go for 2 or 4. 8P