~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Dia.]

Goennec Pen #: 3
Name: Shasta
How would you use him/her:
I absoluteloy love the design! It is just so pretty! What caught my eye was that her tail was shorter than the others... I would love to use her on the rp, however, I am not sure my dad would let me and I cant secretly make an account because well... that would be stupid because he is smarter than that. I would love having her on my character thread, and she would be a nice break from the many horses I have up there. I would enjoy getting much art of her, as I said before, the design is just amazing and many artists' styles around cs I feel would make her look lovely.
Define your Goennec:

rubberbandz
please ignore that, it is for search purposes

WIP

Im sorry... I"m getting pretty much no inspiration to write a story... and seeing all the others I feel quite inferior and I dont want to submit an inadiquate form... if I get any inspiration, I may come back if I make it before the round is over... but yeah. Sorry

[iBrevity]

Goennec Pen #: 7.
Named: Grimm.
Pronounced: Grimm, as in slim.
Nicknames: Grimmy, Grimster.
Gender: Stag.
Age: Adult [10 years].

How You Would Use Him:
I love his design, first off.
So Grimm would be a wonder to draw and color, and he would probably be featured quite often in my fanart. Because he is so much darkly colored then any of Queen's boys [Ala, Omni, Caedes, Merc, Deli], he would stick out like a sore thumb; and I think that's the fun part.
His transformation through his personality and history would give me plenty of write on, including his introduction into my herd [Queen, Ala, Omni/Caedes, Merc, Deli] and him stepping into the roleplay. He would, of course, be roleplayed; I know a perfect niche of where he could fit. I think it would be suiting to see the demise of a once arrogant Prince brought to his knees in a new herd, on a new land, led by a male he thinks is probably unsuitable for the job. xD
He has a very fun relationship with Caedes, who he actually meets fairly early in his history; and he forges a strong friendship with the ram where no others could.
I would definitely write quite often with him, and he would go on my Goennecs character thread and be practically worshiped with love and adoration. <3 I think even Queen can [secretly] admit that he is one gorgeous fellow.

Artwork:
Grimm looking sweet.
Grimm prancing.
Grimm telling a story.

Relationships:
Mother - Auguste [deceased].
Father - Prime Hanau [chased off/unknown].
First Mate - Hesse [deceased].
Children – none.
Siblings – none.
Friends – Caedes.

Interesting Notes:
Hanau is the place in Germany where the brothers Grimm were born, which is what influenced and made his name, Grimm. Hesse is the state in Germany where Hanau is located. Auguste is the name of one of the Grimm brothers’ daughters. The name Grimm was inspired by the opening of his back story, which begins with a storyteller; eventually this will circle back in his history.
In my story land, I have also shifted Africa [where he was born] so that it is connected to where the Goennec roleplay is. xD Otherwise he would be stuck away from them. c:
The form has been compiled much differently then usual to showcase Grimm's growth [and occasional slip] into his different personalities. His history has also been broken up to display this, as in his stories, Grimm tells them like books; and each book has a specific night, and each night is related to a 'book' of his own life story.

Personality:
[AS A CHILD]
Conceited, arrogant, and full of his own selfish desires, Grimm was impossible to get along with when he was young. He was spoiled rotten by his sire, the Prime of the herd, and never had a good relationship with his mother; although she loved him, she was constantly wrought with sicknesses in her frail body and never took an active role in his life. He never had friends when he was young; just two bodyguards that were near-constantly switching due to his ceaseless critiques on their behavior. Only when the biggest trauma of his life happened did he realize how impossible he had been; and changed himself.
[AS AN ADULT]
He reached adulthood just as his personality shifted; and he became much calmer and understanding. He lost his childish vocals and his irritating attitude and became better on the whole; and he learned how to become better for himself. He met the doe he considered the love of his life and he grew around that. This was the trauma that was spoken about in his childhood; the ewe that was pregnant with his first child was slaughtered as an enemy tribe attacked their own. She was known as being the upcoming Princess, mated to the Prince, carrying what would sometime be the leader of the herd... and so they murdered her. Grimm again changed to fit this empty vortex that carved a hole in his heart.
[AS A RULER]
It was only after Hanau perished that Grimm became much more focused on his father's flagging Prime services. His mate had always had the dream of seeing her bold, proud ram on top of the Prime rock and addressing the herd instead of his father, but she had never meant him to take it so far. When he finally became Prime of his warrior herd, his personality included one without smiles or glee; he was serious, morose, brooding, constantly focused on making his herd the best. He lost what meager population could be called 'friends' because his thoughts were always on his job, and eventually, that wore down all of his other relationships. From here, he began to never look back.
[AS AN OUTCAST]
But something changed when he was thrown out of his birth herd, for he became different again. Perhaps he finally realized that he had been going about this all long; or maybe, with the burden of leadership gone and the memories of his lover fading, he merely uncovered what persona had always been beneath. He became widely known for being the "Happy Man", and traveled all across the lands and countries, just walking. Whenever he saw another a need he sought to help them; for some odd reason, he had become compassionate, and even when he could barely afford to go on himself he would aid others who needed it.
[AS THE NEW ONE]
Although his cheer did not disappear when he was inducted into the new herd [led by Prime Devi], he was forced to hide it. He did not want to be well-known within this herd, inwardly fearful that something would come up and he would be struck by the urge to usurp this Prime too. He was reunited with who he considers his best friend, Caedes, and he began weaving stories for the herd. He was so quiet that whenever he did speak, it was obviously going to be an amazing tale, and the younglings began to gather on specific nights to hear his stories. He is careful to monitor his reputation, however, and makes sure it doesn’t grow too big; he wants no one there to pay attention to him. His biggest fear is that he will be driven off after being remembered from a war years ago.

Likes:
Caedes – This was the first ram he ever considered a 'friend'. The two were accidentally matched fairly early in Grimm's childhood; he had saw the young stranger passing by their herd and demanded he stay for a few days. Surprisingly, the two hit it off; while Caedes stayed, he barely allowed Omni out and got along famously with him. Although he said he had to leave, he promised he'd eventually come back. Grimm trusts Caedes as his best friend and would trust him wit his life.
Stories – Even from birth, Grimm was a storyteller. He wasn't allowed to be one in his original herd, however, due to their constraints on being constantly focused on war and training; but when he was removed, and traveled, he learned a wide berth of stories. Now that he has settled down, he comforts himself with their familiar tunes and winding words, and when he tells them, he feels like he momentarily is allowed to forget everything else.
Hesse – This is the doe that was his one true love. He is uncertain whether he will ever find somebody else like her again. She built him up and supported him, and she was the only one to see his softer side in the beginning, when it was just barely growing. He quite often has dreams or tangling nightmares of the ewe, sometimes with her blaming him for her and their child's death. Grimm has yet to forgive himself for that tragic mistake.
Kids – Not-so-secretly, Grimm loves kids. He attracts quite a crowd of them when he tells his infamous stories, and as they are beginning to love him, he spoils them. He isn't the kind of ram to ever have a harem beneath him, but be focused on a single, proud and strong mate; but even with that looming decision, he finds refuge in the childrens' innocence.
Nomads – As much as it surprised him, when he left his herd he honestly enjoyed his travels. Learning all of the stories the other cultures could offer, and meeting all of the unusual folks that traveled the same paths he did was an eye-opener; and although he is settled again, he has an itching case of wanderlust and occasionally dreams of exploring farther then he did the last time.

Dislikes:
Cruelty – His mind has grown apart from the warrior ferocity that marked his birth herd as something different. He no longer sees fellow Goennecs as enemies or sport to chase down; when he sees cruelty, he does his best to stop it. His warrior upbringing has allowed him quite a load of skills, and although he is loathe to use them, if he thinks that he must to stop bullying, he will stoop to the lowly level.
Arrogance – What once lurked in him irks him within others. As a child, Grimm had more arrogance then should have even been possible; but now that he has changed, when he witnesses it, he usually cannot help but stop and say something. This has ruined his possible relationship with Queen, for the first time he saw her he called her "conceited". The scarlet ewe doesn't particularly like him these days.
Disobedience – Stemming from his months as the Prime of his old Panthera Herd, Grimm cannot stand the prickle of disobedience. Perhaps this is why he is so unwilling to bend to Devi, but does it anyway; because he remembers and understands and allows another to be above him. When put in charge of anything [a hunting patrol, perchance], he can become slightly bossy and overwhelming, as he expects others to follow his lead.
Loneliness – He cannot be alone- simple as that. Even when Grimm practically traveled the world, he refused to do it alone, and always engaged companions from various stops and detours. The ram has never been alone since the day he was born; and in fact, he fears it. Whether this is merely for safety or just for the reminder that there are others out there, Grimm will speak to any calm species that will talk to him.
Sarcasm - Honestly, Grimm doesn't understand the concept of sarcasm, and he isn't very good at interpreting it or even speaking it himself. His relationship with Merc is strained through this; the cynical young ram is highly sarcastic and biting, and half the time Grimm thinks he's telling the truth. Eventually he gets annoyed by his misunderstandings enough that he will just ignore whoever it using sarcasm.

Backstory:
The old ram’s joints creaked as he settled down across the ground, splaying his forelegs in front of him. His eyes twinkled as he looked over the kids that all sat and stared at him, begging eyes wide, mouths slightly parted as though they could already taste the tale.
He was adorned with the crudest of battle scars, and the reputation of a mad man. But even those that feared him could not seem to stop the buck from telling stories, for he was the best there was. He leaned over and smirked at the younglings that shrank away from his singeing gaze.
“A doe asked me earlier not to tell a specific tale…” His grin turned barbaric and he lifted his bold chin with the most infectious of dignity. “So I thought I would allow you innocent children to hear it from me. I am sure that one of you at least has heard of these; whether in a passing conversation or a hushed word.”
The kids crowded closer, although all were careful not to touch him. He half-closed his brilliant eyes and succumbed to the story that had to finally be told.
“There once was a herd called the Panthera Herd, and they were the warriors of the land. They were worshiped for their war cries and their scalding honor, and all across the savannas and deserts we brought ourselves to our knees for them. In their passing, we would fling praise and hope that maybe one of our own was selected to come with their troops.”
He paused for a moment and chewed his mouth, thinking. After the pause went on long enough to start becoming sadistic, he cleared his throat with a smirk.
“But I’m not here tonight to sketch their stories of everlasting battles and the victories they eventually were handed. No, I wish to tell something a little different… for our story begins with the rise of their prince, and I can promise you all, it ends with his downfall.”

[BOOK ONE: CHILDHOOD]
[3 months old]
I understood that they were arguing, but I was mulish about it.
My sire flung word after word at my mother, and she clung to the wall, succumbing to his dominance. I could smell the sickness that clouded her like a clingy aura, and slowly I shifted out of path, tucking myself into her stomach when she finally settled on the ground.
She lay her head across the top of my body and frowned at my father; I could feel the curve of her muzzle against my haunch. “Hanau, leave it be. You’re scaring him.” She rubbed her whispery maw on my flank and I purred faintly. Even frail with illness as she was, she was my mother; and I loved her.
He stormed out of the den and she turned to curl herself around me tighter, quickly humming a soft-throated lullaby beneath her breath. I closed my eyes and forgot all about the conversations. I was never aware that as I grew older, they merely grew more creative in where they took their hidden fights.

[8 months old]
The hare’s thin legs made good progress over the ground, but it was yet to be in a hurry. I could barely see its path from the glimpses of the delicate ear tips I could see and the shifting of the tall grasses that made its goings a little harder.
My own figure made quick work of the field. This is what we had been bred for and this is why generations of us had been bypassed; to make sure that all kids produced were the best.
I curved my ears to my head and eased myself forward a few more steps, being careful not to startle my prey. My father had encouraged me to come out here daily and catch something, anything at all. After the first few long, disappointing days, I had begun to slip into a certain sort of rhythm; and I found a sick thrill in the hunt. When I had admitted this to my sire I could not have found more pride anywhere else; he congratulated me and told my mother, who gave me her softest of smiles and awarded me with a gentle touch.
But I was away from the herd, for now. The two rams that had been assigned as my bodyguards lurked in the meadow somewhere behind me; I had requested them to stay back far enough that I could hunt alone and not be burdened with their cumbersome company.
The prey paused and lifted its twitching nose, inhaling a deep breath. Abruptly, it took off, crashing through the underbrush and disappearing from view. I rose to my full height and bellowed at my bodyguards, “Which one of you scared off the rabbit?!”
They sprinted to my side, both winded, and swore that they had been too far off to be detected. I glared at them both and demanded to head back to camp, and they lowered their heads and let me lead. I simmered in my anger all the way home.

[10 months old]
It was only then that I met my best friend, a young winged ram called Caedes. He was barely younger then me, led by his mother, and merely passing by our lands on their way to somewhere faraway.
At first, I had ignored him. He was merely another new face and I had lessons to learn from my diligent father, who was dedicated to turning me into what he considered a warrior. Although I watched the quiet male from a distance, I didn’t approach him until his stay had only a day left.
I uncovered in him a connection that didn’t have with anybody else. Although he seemed almost mute when in the company of his mother, he truly was something entirely else; and he taught me the idea of freedom. It was only then that I began to thirst for something I had never experienced before, a life outside of this childhood that I had never chosen.
By the time Caedes left, I had promised that one day I would find him again. Although he had chuckled, I knew he took me seriously, for he had reminded me where he would probably be; somewhere beautiful and serene, with the burden of a curse he never did tell me about.
I watched him leave and bade farewell to his mother, and as she was leaving, I noticed that she smelled familiar; quite like my own dam, actually. When I asked Auguste about it, she had relinquished the information that his mother had visited her; but had never thought about spreading the sickness she had.
I chased after Caedes to warn him but I never did catch up with the pristine ram. Sullen, I returned to the herd and demanded someone fetch me my father so we could have a nice chat.

[14 months]
It was then that the new recruits returned, brought to us by our peacekeepers that searched through the lands for those who were proper material and had the correct ‘inspiration’. As always, I was expected to come to the front of the herd’s most often visited field and welcome them all. My father told me that he couldn’t be there today and this would be most important for my exercises.
So I stood proudly at the front, swamped on both haunches by my guards, and nodded to all those that came in. I caught glimpses of some interesting fellows with complicated patterns and pretty eyes, but there was one young doe in particular that caught my eye.
A flirty smile crossed her mouth while she padded in front of me, and I could recognize her as being perhaps a handful of months older then me. I had returned her grin and earmarked her in my mind to find later.
Eventually, I got the time to do so, and after some exquisite hunting through the enormous herd, I uncovered her lurking with the mentor that had brought her in. Cheerfully, I bade both him and my protectors to walk away, and leave me alone with this beautiful young girl.
I learned that her name was Hesse, and that she hailed from a very far off land. She spoke with an accent that made my skin crawl; it was so foreign, that in the beginning it was odd. I adapted to it over our many conversations, and by the time summer ended, I discovered that I had tripped on a crush and fell straight into the suffocating lake of love.

[BOOK TWO: ADULTHOOD]
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[BOOK THREE: BEING PRIME]
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[BOOK FOUR: OUTCAST]
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[BOOK FIVE: NOVICE]
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[obviously huge WIP on the backstory]

[Toadfoal]

Goennec Pen #: 4
Name: Subira
How would you use him/her:
I would use her in the rp and she would have a place in my character thread. I'd do my best to get art of her from time to time, and draw her myself often. She'd be used partially for art practice, and because she fits well with my existing idea.
I'd also use her as my mobile Goey. That's right, I said it! She reminds me of a mobile, not that I can explain why, but there's and endless amount of mischief I can create with that little idea right there. Subira would, of course, end up with Threonine. Not as a mate (he's not really one for mates), but as a very close friend, and probably a harem doe during the Siv.

Define your Goennec:
Personality:
Calm- It's very difficult to make her angry. She's not the bouncy type either, and seems to do everything with a bit of dignity. Her walk, her look, even her eyes all seem to whisper like wind chimes, often making others feel a certain peacefullness.
Shy- She doesn't tend to talk a lot, much preferring to think quietly by herself, observing her surroundings and trying to connect them to things she has a hard time remembering. However, she doesn’t wonder far from her herd, and can easily be thought of as decently social.
Cheerful- Despite happenings, she loves to wear a shy smile on her face. She rarely snears, if ever. Her personality has always been rather cheerful, not to say that she doesn't ever feel sadness, anger, or regret, but if she can avoid that, she will.
Forgiving- Rarely holding a grudge, she’s one of the more easy going Goennecs in the herd. It doesn’t mean she isn’t afraid of some, but she won’t hold it against them if they decide to act decently.
Mysterious- Much of what goes on in her mind is not relayed to those around her. Thus, they know less about her feelings towards past events.
Like a mobile/wind chime- A lot of her personality really does have to do with her kindness and peaceful aura. I relate her to a mobile (and windchime) for a reason. Like a mobile, she is beautiful and fascinating, if not a little strange. She sings her life with grace and elegance hard to match. She loves to tell stories, and while Subira herself has no true mythical qualities, she's very talented at making her songs (stories) come to life in the internal eye of the listener. She dances and twirls, adding movement; common language, to her passionate words.

Background-
(the first part is a dream, it's easier to give a short description of her past that way, in my opinion)

Subira laughed and teased as she trotted alongside the hazy ram.
It was always that way, she couldn’t quite see him, though his voice was clear and he moved with obvious pride and power. Not a large ram, but a clever one. They chatted happily as they went, stepping off of rocks and onto the snow before a frozen river up ahead. She could never remember the words he spoke, but knew that he was her friend, and though perhaps he did not think more of her… She felt as though she loved him. If only she could remember his name.
She remembered that they were from different herds, his up in the mountains he’d once said. He wanted to leave some day, hopefully join her herd if the Prime would allow it. She’d always teased him about that, how the Prime would probably not allow it because of his herds bad reputation, and how they, youths just under breeding age, should run away and find a new home beyond the mountains where everything was perfect.
As they neared the river, the ram seemed to hesitate for a moment, testing the thickness of the ice with one paw. She laughed at his caution and leaped out onto the ice, “Are you AFRAID???”
One of the things about his herd was that their bizarre selective breeding left them without the proper chemistry to feel or even understand fear. Of course, he knew the basics of what it was, and occasionally tried to mimic looks of fear (usually at the wrong time) to try and prove to her that he was just like everyone else.
He replied to her jibe, though she still could never remember how, and followed her onto the ice. They slid around gleefully as if skating, looking through the clear spots at how swiftly the river ran below. It should have been a warning, but they were young and foolish, it was an adventure, a short time away from the herds to spend having fun.
There must have been a weak spot in the ice, because then the world got cold.
She bleated helplessly as water enveloped her body, soaking her fur and dragging her under the ice. Barely able to see the shadow of his form, her eyes were stinging from the icy cold river water. Hooves scraped against the ice, trying to break through to the surface, but it was no use. Her lungs screamed and her body convulsed as she was swept away. And then there was only blackness and the pain.

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Jolting awake, Subira stared out for a moment at her surroundings, her sides heaving from the dream. The pain was almost real, she could still feel it sometimes, the pain of nearly drowning. But she was reminded that it had happened in the past. She hadn't drowned, it'd been close, but when her body had washed up through a large hole in the ice, she had still been alive, and she had been found by the herd. Subira knew she was lucky, but it didn't take away the damage caused by the experiance. Her body had healed, but her mind was still mending.
*My soul sings to be heard, to mend it sends out stories like spider thread. I relay them, I live within the stories.*
Here, in the now, her herd slept peacefully all around her, gentle fellows who lived life to the fullest, only fighting the Rock Top herd (where the ram had come from), when they could justify it in various primitively political ways.
None of them knew how much it hurt her to be unable to see him. Maybe he was dead, or maybe he’d moved on. She'd waited for him, several years it had been, and she still waited. Subira would wait for him until she died, if only he would come back. He wasn’t with the Rock Tops anymore, that much she knew, and Subira had not seen him ever since.
*His name was strange, like a number, or maybe several numbers piled together*
For now she forced herself not to think about it. If she thought about the ice, the water, anymore, she might repeat the horrible dream. She’d relived it so many times, the beautiful brown and white doe sometimes wondered that she wasn’t mad. She smoothed down her fur with a soft pink tongue, heart beat slowing to its normal pace, and allowed the calmness to come. How good she was at being calm and gentle, like a shy little lamb.
Subira looked up at the sky, taking in the gently twinkling stars as if they were all that mattered. It made her feel at peace to see them there, they were a constant in a world that was sometimes frightening with all its changes. Unable and unwilling to return to the dream world, Subira stood quietly and wondered away from where her herd lay sleeping.
She smiled to herself as she walked, the soft wind buffeting her fur and singing like night chimes. The doe allowed herself to escape into believing that everything was utterly perfect, she had a good feeling about this night, despite having just relived the worst day in her life; she had almost gotten used to that. As she walked, the feeling grew stronger and stronger, Subira felt as if she could lift her head to the stars and sing of joy and how everything will be alright.
But before she had a chance to utter a sound, her eyes caught a shape; no, several shapes, sitting on the outskirts of the herd territory. Curious, she moved forward towards them, letting her feet guide her. She only hoped that it was not a mistake, but something told her that she should keep going, and did so without question. Slowly the shapes began to take real form, the forms of Goennecs, silhouetted against the night sky. Two of them seemed to blend with it, as if they were made from the stars, dropped down onto the earth of their own will to be mortals for a time. A third was lighter in color; white, pink, green, she had to blink at how odd the ram looked. Something about the way he sat told her he was an older ram, past his days of fighting and mating. Her eyes caught on the fourth shape. Smaller than the elder, a second ram with white, blue and nearly black fur. He sat with obvious pride and power…
“Threonine.”
The word escaped her mouth in a whisper, like wind chimes uttering a quiet song in the breeze.
His dark eyes flashed with recognition, though he made no move to come towards her, he replied in a voice deeper than she remembered,
“Subira.”
Yes, it was him. She wanted to rush forward the last few body lengths and embrace him with nuzzles and feel his fur against hers, warm and friendly. But she held back, fearing that this was another dream. The most pleasant dream, but she felt as if she would die if she let herself believe it too strongly.
“You left… I missed you, why have you come back? Are you real?”
She had to ask, if it was a dream than she would awaken before his answer, but she did not. He stood up slowly, moving towards her with strong steps. Perhaps he was not as graceful as she, or as passionate, but he oozed with purpose, and she watched him in silent awe.
He studied her for a moment, his eyes softening as they gazed into hers. He pressed his soft black nose into hers, his mouth curving up into a smile, “Of course I am real, my friend. There is more to be said, but perhaps not in the presence of my companions.”
He gestured towards the other three who had been quietly watching, the blackest of the starry does had a pleased look on her face, and nodded politely to Subira.
“You should join us.” Threonine continued, sounding just as serious as always. “There is a herd below these mountains. It’s just like we always dreamed. I belong there, you would be welcome. Subira, I have missed you as well. Changes have occurred though; perhaps it is time to move on. Will you come with us?”
She did not answer immediately, and craned her head back towards where she knew her friends, her family were. What would they think if, in the morning, she was gone? They would be sad no doubt, but perhaps it was for the best that they not know…
“I do believe,” She replied with a smile, “That I would gladly follow you, wherever you go. Only say the word, and this life begins again.”



WIP

[nowi]

Goennec Pen #: 1

Name: Zanzi

How would you use him/her:
I would definitely use Zanzi in my next character story. I have a good idea, and I want to put it to use, but I need a character like Zanzi to do that. I would draw her a lot (she's so gorgeous), and order art of her, too, since I can't draw very well.

Define your Goennec:
Zanzi is a generally eccentric, happy Goennec, and she doesn't really have a temper. She's very gentle and kind.

~Super Major WIP~

[AlteredReality]

Goennec Pen #: 4

Name: Rive
-pronounced 'reev'-
Taken from 'la rive', which means 'the shore' in French. Her blue eyes reminded me of the ocean and her design reminds me of seashells so I thought it was a fitting name ^^

How would you use him/her:
Well I really love her design and it isn't too complicated so I'd probably make some art of her and possibly order some. I'm still waiting for just the right Goennec to rp with one and I'd love to use her.

Define your Goennec:
Rive is generally a quiet girl but she loves to laugh. She's a bit on the shy side but she is attracted to show-offish types for some reason. She loves the ocean and she loves windy days. The only thing that makes her angry is when others are taken advantage of or made fun of. She can become very depressed or very uplifted depending on what others say to her. Rive follows rules but will not do something that she deems is unecessary or overbearing.

-WIP, hopefully adding some art soon-

[Nearmagic]

Goennec Pen #: 8
Name: Nero
How would you use him: I'm not sure if I could draw art of Nero, but I would certaintly order art of him. I would also use Nero in the RP. He would be featured in a few of my stories, possibly with my other Goennecs. Nero would have a home in my character site with my other Characters.
Define your Goennec:
:.Personality.:
Nero isn't a Goennec one would call 'normal'. Wise would be a good word to describe him; and luckily for him, wisdom can be the most powerful attribute to posses. But with a vast and ever growing store of wisdom comes a type of coldness. It makes it hard to love, and difficult to care about others. How can you love when you are thinking about all the things that can go wrong?
Dignified would be another word to describe Nero. The way he carries himself and the way he acts, is indeed very dignified. Kids are just about the only ones that have ever caused him to become playful; and even then it is only for a short time.
Nero is a very humble Goennec; something that not many with his amount of knowledge would be. He does enjoy telling stories of his experiences, but Nero doesn’t brag about them, or take pride in compliments.
When he was younger, learning was the only thing that made him truly joyful. And now that he is growing older Nero enjoying teaching others. Any Goennec that wants advice from him gets it, and it is usually very good advice. The only exception would be relationship advice really; because Nero uses practical thinking, rather than following his heart.

.:Backstory:.
“You will birth a son, and he will be powerful. More powerful than anything this herd has ever known,” crackled the voice of the oldest member of the herd. The eyes of the doe he had been speaking to widened significantly, and right then she decided she would name her first son Nero. Her son would be called powerful; and powerful he would be. But perhaps not the kind of powerful she had been expecting.
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Outside, thunder and lightning ruled the night. But inside a cave a small herd of Goennec gathered; watching the only Kid produced by the most recent Siv being born. The ewe giving birth was indeed the same ewe that had been spoken to years before. The elder had been rumored to be crazy, but for some reason the ewe had clung to his prophecy. She knew that the small herd needed something big, and hoped it would be her son.

Less than an hour later two kids had been born. Twins. The larger of the two was light brown, with small darker swirls clinging in. The smaller was ebony colored, dotted with specks of black. They stood on wobbly legs, not straying from their mother. The smaller of the two went forward to nurse, but the larger one did not. He looked at his surroundings, and the Goey’s surrounding him before he made his way to nurse.

“Nero and Tay,” the mother murmured the names she had given her sons. At the words, the larger Kid lifted his head to look at his mother. He blinked his large emerald eyes up at her, and she took a startled step back; sending little Tay to the floor. They contained something…unsettling.

“What’s wrong, momma?” The little voice of Nero asked, causing the shocked ewe to take another step back. He had just spoken; formed words even, at only a few hours old. The rest of the herd that had been watching gasped; clearly surprised that this newborn was talking. Tay had already found his way to his mother again, and milk was dribbling down his chin.

“Nothing, Nero.” The bewildered ewe said, tilting her head as she looked at her firstborn son.“He is it, isn’t he?” she mumbled to herself, remembering the prophecy. Meanwhile, Nero had joined his brother in nursing; looking like a normal Kid again. “He will be more powerful than anything this herd has ever seen.” The ewe pondered the words, a smile appearing on her face. You’re gonna save this little herd, my Nero.
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As the twins grew older and stronger, their mother pushed as much battle training as she could on Nero. Everything Nero was taught he soaked up, leading everyone to believe that he was indeed destined for power. Little did they know, though, that Nero wasn’t fighting so well because he loved fighting. He was doing so well because he loved to learn.

Whenever he wasn’t learning to fight he was finding out anything else he could. How a herd works, the names of different trees, anything the other Goennecs would tell him. But it wasn’t enough. He wanted; needed, more. There wasn’t anything left to learn in his little herd.

“Momma, I can’t stay here anymore.”
“Why not, Nero?” his mother asked, a concerned look on her face.
“I need…to learn more,” Nero glanced at where his brother stood; a very fine warrior.
“But Nero…” she began, a look of hurt and disappointment in her eyes.
“I’m not what you wanted, mom. Tay will be a great Prime or Prince someday. I just can’t live a life like that.” Nero spoke boldly, but sadness laced his words. He knew he couldn’t stay anymore, but he was sad to leave all the same.

Sadly, I don't/didn't have time to finish. Good luck everyone else. ^^

[LunarFaith]

Curse me for letting go of #4 but #1's long mane just killed me XD <3 You've done it again Kam!

Goennec Pen #:
1
Name:
Hope
Gender: Female
Hight: 1'1"

How would you use him/her:
Hope would get beautiful art because I love her so much <3 but to tell you the truth, I'm still thinking up ideas for her. She is a beautiful goey and I'm trying to think up something good

Define your Goennec:

Personality: Hope is a very shy goey. She rarely stands up for herself. Her mother is her biggest insperation and the only one she tells things too. She loves to keep to herself and be alone with her Lunar Flowers (Her only connection to her father)

"When you are in love you can't fall asleep because reality is beter then your dreams" -Dr. Seuss


Hope cowered back to her den, wimpering softly. Quickly, she made her way to the back of the den and curled up. All she wanted to so was block them out. Block everyone out. Forever.

"Hope?" Her mothers sweet voice came from the entrence of Hopes den.

"Yes mother?" Hope asked sadly, holding back her tears and lifting her little head to look at her mother.

"Was it the boys in the den next to us again Hope?" Her mother asked. She always knew.

Hope nodded, letting the hot tears flow down her cheaks "Yes Mama" she said very quietly.

"Oh Darling!" Hey mother spoke in a soft, simpathetic voice. Hope watched as she padded over to her "Hope, honey, just ignore them. They are nothing more then dirt! You are a beautiful young lady, not the scum they speek of you as" Her mother reassured her.

Hope smiled at her mother, nuzling her neak. "Thank you mother" She wisperd. She was still hurt, but not enough to let it bother her around her mum. She stood and padded out of the den, determined not to make a fool of herself once again. She gently flicked her head to the side to moove her beautiful long mane from her stunning blue eyes. Slowly, she made her way across the 'camp' where all the nests lay. Hope decided it would probably be best to go to the lunar flower field. It was getting late and no other goey's would be there to mock her.

The lunar flower field.

It had always been her favorite place to spend dusk. Hope padded to the ceter of the large field and lay amongst the brilliant white flowers. As the sun fell between the mountains slowly, the flowers started to show there beauty. As the last of the suns warmth left the territory, the moon began to shine brighter and the lunar flowers followed. They began to bloom into larger white flowers that glowed with the moons light. It was a breath taking view really.

Hope soaked in the beauty of the magical flowers in pure silence. She slowly closed her eyes and pictured her father, the one who had taught her of this place. He was gone now though. Eaten by an enraged bear.

Cruel.

Hope had only known him for a short time, he died when she was young. Very young. Her mother missed him too. She would cry silently some nights, praying for him to come back.

He was never comming back.

CRACK

"wha-" The sound interupted Hopes thoughts "Who's there?!" she demanded, standing up and glancing around through the dark woods that surounded her beautiful field.

THUNK

"Ouch!" Hope growled, furiouse now. Something had hit her! A rock maybe? Snickering came from behind a large tree and Hopes heart sank. It was them. Again.

Aero padded out of bushes, his friends, kova and ginger followed him, smirking in an extremly cocky manner. Aero sat odd to the side as Kove and Ginger circled her.

"Hope, Hope, Hope. What's a pretty girl like you doing in the middle of the forest this late at night? It's very dangerous out here you know, with all those... Bears around." Kova mocked, his dark eyes glittering with hate and mischif.

Hopes small body began to tremble. Her heart raced and she glanced nervously at the two males. "Go away." she said firmly, her voice shaky.

Ginger mooved closer, brushing against her "what's wrong? Scared?" he mocked.

"don't touch me" Hope growled.

Kova grinned, mooving in closer then before.

"Stop"

Aero's deep voice came from behind the slimy males. "leave, both of you, I want to be with her myself" he growled, glaring at them both.

Kova and Ginger glared at him for a moment before stoping there hooves into the beautiful flowers and trotting away into the forest, back to there own dens.

"I'm sorry about my friends" Aero sighed, bowing his head "they can be real je-" Aero cut of as Hope's sharp horns drove into his shoulder "Hey! What was that for?!" he boomed.

Hopes trembling body pulled away from the ram "Go away. I never want to see any of you again!" she cried, tears rolling down her cheaks as she ran towords home. Her steps were shaky but she managed not to fall or trip. She ran quickly, her paws nearly touching the ground. As she neared her den she noticed her mother waiting outside for her. This wasn't the time to talk. She ran past her mother and into the den without a word, curlin up into a tight ball at the back of her nest.

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As the first streams of sunlight came through the den entrence, Hope awoke, stretching her legs and shaking her head the moove the fur from her main on her forhead. As her beautiful indigo eyes adjusted to the light she realized her mother was waiting up for her "Um, good morning mum" she said very quietly, not wanting to talk about last night.

Hope's mother smiled as her gently "I'm not going to ask what happened last night and I don't want to know why you were off alone. Someone has already told me. Now, please go outisde and speek with the nice young ram waiting for you" she sais kindly, smiling to her daughter.

Hope flattened her pointy ears to her head, taken aback. How did her mother know?! And what nice young ram would want anything to do with her? She stood up causiously and padded past her mother, out of her den to see who it was.

Aero.

"What do you want?" she shot at him, now furiouse at herself for even waking up this morning but Aero sat there, calm as the wind and frowned at her.

"I didn't mean to upset you last night Hope. My friends are just... Different. I want to make it up to you." he said gently, giving her a small smile but not making any attempt to come closer. Hope glared at him for a moment, thinking. Finally she sighed.

"Fine. You have one chance and your friends may not come with us" she said firmly, watching as a bright smile shot across Aero's muzle. As she glances at his shoulder she spotted 2 deep wounds made by her horns the preciouse night.

"Im sorry about doing that to you" she said unwillingly but seriously, bowing her head. When she raised her head to look at him though, he was smiling. Not a cocky smile or a mischiviouse smile... A sweet, appologising smile. His bright green eyes were soft and caring.

"You were frightend, it was dark, I would have done the same" he said gently, standing up. For the first time yet, Hope realized that Aero had four hooves and no paws unlike herself with four paws and no hooves. She finnaly gave him a small smile as they made there way up the hill, back to the lunar flower field were she had been last night.

As they neared the field, Hope noticed the flowers were closed again. Obviously because it was morning and there was no moon in sight. Aero seemed to notice this too but he didn't understand "Where are the flowers?" he asked curiously, looking around. "They were so beautiful last night..."

Hope lay in the grass and waited to do the same before she began. "My father calls them Lunar Flowers. This is the only field of them for miles. Lunar Flowers are very rare and magical plants that bloom only when the moon shines brightly. They feed off the moons light like other flowers feed off the sun" she explained, smiling at him.

"Lunar Flowers" Aero repeted, looking around. Hope could tell he was excited to see them again tonight.

"How about we come down here tonight and watch them bloom?" She suggested, seeing the excitment in his beautiful eyes.

"Or," he smirked, resting his head on his hooves "We stay here all day until they bloom?" he said in a sweet voice, his eyes sparkling. Hopes stomach twisted with nervousness. What if this was a trick? Weather islt was his eyes or his voice that made her change her mind she would never know.

"Wonderfull idea" she said sweetly, smiling at the ram, her eyes now sparkling also.

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As the sun pulled it's way over the mountains Hope smiled. Her and Aero lay in the grass side by side. There pelts nearly touching. He knew everything. He knew about her dead father, her kind mother, the rams that teased her, her hopes and her dreams. She knew some new things too. His parents were dead, they died in a forest fire. He lived with his little brother, Leaf, and he, like many others, wanted nothing more then a family of his own.

Hope and Aero stood up as the moon began to shine through the few clouds that floated in the darkning sky. Slowly but surly the Lunar Flowers began to open there petals and glow with the moon. Aeros eyes brightened as he saw this and he smiled to Hope.

"Listen Hope... I really like you and I'm very sorry about last night it was a bad day and I-" Aero stopes speeking as Hope gently placed her fluffy white tail over his muzle.

"Last night was an accident" she said, smiling warmly at him. "I like you too" she finnished, nuzzling her neak into his, her heart pounding. She had never felt anything but hate for a ram before. Sometimes you didn't need to test something out to know if it was right or not. Hope new for sure that this was right.

More then right.

[ShadiSin]

.. you really did get me this time, I am in love with the Goennec in pen #8. :c



Goennec Pen #:
8

Name:


How would you use him/her:


Define your Goennec:

W.I.P

*Sigh* :c

nehh..

*snuggles the handsome boy*~

Right now I don't have time to fill out a form, let alone draw anything with the thirty five equine characters I need to make references for ;-;.. best of luck to whoever gets this guy, expect fan-art one day. D8

Sorry for spamming up your thread, Kamaliah. ^^'

[BlissfulFarrago]

I didn't think I was going to apply, but one has stolen my heart. <3



Goennec Pen #: 1

Name: Miravei (meer-UH-vay)

How would you use him/her: In addition to being displayed of my character thread, getting art, and RPing, etc, Mira would be a close friend to Seneca, in addition to being the object of Cato--even though he is non-existent as of yet. He's just mentioned in the story, and I don't have an actual goennec to be him yet. x3

Define your Goennec:

[-Personality-]

Mira isn't the most, well, honorable goennec. She wouldn't intentionally hurt someone, but she's willing to pretty much whatever it takes to get what she wants. She's fiercely loyal to those she cares about and would do anything to protect them or keep them safe. She sees nothing wrong, however with teasing them. She doesn't consider that it may hurt their feeling. Seneca sort of acts as her Jiminy Cricket, reminding her that something that wouldn't hurt Mira's own feelings could hurt someone elses. When he does, she always feels bad about what she has done, and decides to do something for them. This is her way of getting guilt off her conscience. After doing so, however, she feels like since she did something for someone else, it's perfectly all right for her to use them again for her own gain...but after that she always has to do something for them again...



[-History-]
Mira was born into a herd of goennecs that prided themselves on their long, gorgeous manes. They considered those with normal manes--and even worse, short manes--below them. They treated goennecs without long manes as their slaves. They began to disappear in the night, until, eventually, only long-maned goennecs remained. Many years passed, until only the elders could remember the goennecs who had shorter manes. This is when Miravei was born.

Mira was spoiled as a kid. Her mother constantly worried about her daughter's safety, imagining all the terrible things that could happen. But when she wasn't looking, Mira would sneak off, her mother's worry only making Mira want to leave more. She would run off to friends, to play games and everything else that kids do. By the time Mira came back, her mother would be frantic. This is when Mira began her way of paying back to ease her guilt, and then feeling justified to do it again, which drove her mother insane.

One day, just as Miravei was returning, she found the entire herd in a state of disarray. Everyone was panicking and running. Mira stood, not sure what to do until her mother ran up to her and told her to run with her. They had to go, she said. Now. So they did, running with the rest of the herd. Mira was not especially worried. She didn't know exactly what was going on, so she wasn't scared.

Just for a few seconds, Mira was distracted by a flower. It was like nothing she had seen before. She stopped running, the other goennecs ignoring her, and examined the flower, smelled it. After she was done, Mira glanced up, ready to rejoin the herd. But they were gone.

Mira, for all her bravery, started to whimper. She had been left somewhere she had never been before, probably never to be found again...

Her cries eventually attracted the attention of a nearby herd. They were intrigued by the kid's long main, and monochromatic coat, common in Mira's herd but rare in the others'. They adopted Mira into the folds of their herd, and she never saw her original herd again.


[-A Something-]
(This is a snippet of Seneca's story that includes Mira)

First thing the next morning, Seneca was accosted Miravei. She was an interfering busybody…and Seneca’s best friend. Cato had obviously told her about what had happened last night.

“Are you crazy?” she asked. “Are you going to lose your marbles? Should we talk about something serious?”

“Mira, I’m fine,” he told her with a sigh. He shot a glance at Cato, who was hovering a few feet away. He never could keep a secret, plus he had a huge crush on Miravei. She could make him do just about anything. Cato looked down guiltily, averting his eyes.

“That doesn’t sound ‘fine’ to me,’” said Mira skeptically.
“Really, it’s nothing,” Seneca replied. “Nothing wrong. I was just cooling off. It was such a hot night, you know. And the water…it looked so…inviting...”
Seneca received odd looks from both Mira and Cato. He glanced away.

Miravei appeared to be thinking.

“Okay,” she said. “We won’t tell anyone about this. It is definitely not normal. Though Seneca isn’t usually normal…”

“Hey!” said Seneca. Miravei half-snickered, half-giggled, like she always did. Seneca rolled his eyes, knowing she was just teasing.

“But no telling anyone. Got it, Cato?” she said, staring Cato down. Cato nodded. In response, Mira rubbed her face against his, ensuring he would do what she said. As she walked away from him, Cato was clearly on Cloud Nine.

Troubled, Seneca followed Miravei and whispered to her, “Don’t do that if you don’t really like him.”

Guilt briefly visited Mira’s face. She glanced to the side.

“Right,” she said. “I’ll make it up to him.” Seneca nodded, even though he recognized this pattern; She would somehow find a way to do a favor for Cato. And because of this, she’d feel perfectly entitled to do use Cato’s adoration for her to her own gain again, but then she’d have to make it up to him again…and so on and so forth. Seneca shook his head. If only Cato could stop liking Mira so much.

[LunarFaith]

And so it starts XD I have compatition XD