~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[! october]

Mikhail's story takes place from 1813 to his death, whenever it may have been; and is completely historically correct.








Goennec Pen #:
Number Six

Name:
Михаи́л
(Cyrillic)
Mikail
(Translit)

Mikhail is a Russian name; pronouced "Michael." Mikhail is named after Mikhail Bogdanovich Barklay-de-Tolli; Russia's Minister of War during the War of 1812.

How would you use him/her:
I've absolutely fallen in love with this little ram. I had origionaly planned to abstain from trying out this round; but I couldn't help myself. This last Wednesday I had been "speaking" with my little Ali in study hall, some might call it headmating, when another voice butted in. Mikhails' voice. I don't really choose which of my characters I headmate with; they come and go as they please. It was, therefore, a little strange when the forgein voice began to ring out in my mind. I soon, however, realized that the voice belonged to Mikhail; the little ram that I wanted to try for; but was trying not to. After that study hall, I knew that I could no longer abstain. Something between us just "clicked;" which I believe is very important when choosing to go for a character.
Mikhail would be given his own website in my character site network; which is eight-five percent done; and will therefore be published within a month or two. Since I've started this school year I've had almost an hour of study hall each day; which I spend doodling my goeys and other characters. Mikhail would therefore be a frequent subject of my art and the short stories that I often write during those two hours of boredom. My family owns a large sailboat; so I'd be able to put a lot of my knowledge about ships to use in his stories. For some reason; I have an obsession with Russia, history, and large ships. Mikhail's story would therefore be a most wonderful one for me to write. He would also be used as a "headmate" whenever he would choose to appear.
Unfortunately; Mikhail would not be used in the role-play; simply because I have know clue as to how I could work that in with the way his story is.
This little guy would be much loved and cherished under my possession; and I can guarantee that he would definently not be ignored or forgotten.

Define your Goennec:
Mikhail is, above all else, a free, happy spirit. Though no longer a kid; he chooses to hold on to his kid-like ways; chasing leaves, splashing around in shallow water, attempting to scare the cat that he shares his "territory" with. Mikhail loves Nikolay with all of his heart; and believes that it is his personal duty to protect the man. He has a tendancy to follow his master almost everywhere; not understanding that sometimes his presence is unwanted. Though brave, Mikhail fighting skills are deplorable; and he often gets himself into bad situations at ports. His tealent for hunting, however, is amazing. Mikhail was bought in order to assist the cat in helping keep down the number of rats on the ship; and takes his job very seriously. Though his innocense, loyaly, and love are unquestionable; his intelligence is not. Mikhail can often be forgetful; not remebering which parts of the ship he is not allowed into; and can therefore get himself into much trouble. He is not "dumb," but rather a late bloomer.
Mikhail is able to find happiness in small things; and quickly forgetts bad things that happen to him. He prefers to be out at sea instead at prots; though he loves to experiance all of the foreign sights, sounds, and scents that greet him when he steps off the ship beside his master. Mikhail has a strong affinity for the sea, and likes to stand at the railing and peer out over the edge at the ocean when the ship is in motion. Unfortunately; he has a tendency to loose concentration and often fall over the edge; only to be hauled out by crew members.
Perhaps the only creature that Mikhail does not love is Natalia, his master's spikey brown cat. The two constantly attempt to outsmart each other and get the other into trouble with their shared master.
Overall; Mikhail is a content little ram who only wishes to continue to live by Nikolay's side and experience new things with his beloved master.

- - - - -

Though a strange one; it was a herd that Mikhail was born into. The herd's Prime was no Goennec; but rather a short Chinese woman who controlled the herd through her "beating stick," a long piece of wood that she used to whip the creatures with in order to make them obey her. At night they stayed in a small pen that was no where near big enough for their large numbers; and during the day were herded around the Chinese port town while the woman called out prices; trying to sell off some of them. It was her job, after all. Some of the Goennecs went to rich families to be pets, and some went to poorer families to either be cart animals or food for hungry children. The woman did not care what happened to them, as long as she ended up with money in her hand at the end of the day.

The Goennecs, of course, had no clue as to what their fates would be, or why their herdmates would be taken off by other humans and not seen again. Each only knew that their own day to be sent off loomed ahead. The woman, of course kept several for breeding purposes; but only the very finest looking ones. The lovely little ram with the mismatched eyes was meant to be kept because of his looks. Who wouldn't pay for creatures with ivory manes and ebony horns and hooves?

Mikhail's life with the strange herd suited him fine. The fact that his friends often dissapeared did not bother him; as he quickly forgot about them and made new companions. The woman ended up noticing something important while watching the ram play one day. He couldn't fight. He would pretend to charge at another young ram, and end up tripping over his own paws with his head in the mud. No, having a terrible fighter as a stud would not do at all for the woman. It was for that reason that she chose to sell him along with may of the others. Little did she know that by "punishing" him; she would be granting him the most amazing adventure that any creature could hope for.

Nikolay Roskovich was once a wealthy man. He had a lovely wife, five children, and an extremely extravagent home. That was before the mansion caught fire while he was out one night on business and none of his family escaped. Except for the little cat withthe terrible attitude, that is. Wanting to leave behind the pain and the war between France and his country; Nikolay bought a ship with the remainder of his wealth, put together a crew, and left. Nikolay set out to become a traveling merchant; buying gods in foreign countries and selling them for heaps of money in others. Within a few years, the man had once again built up his fortune. He had, however, no plans to stop.

It was perhaps by fate that Nikolay's ship, The Enigma, ended up in a Chinese port town. The same town where the short woman wandered the docks with her furry merchandise; trying her hardest to make even the slightest amount of money. The mismatched ram had been simply walking along with the herd, watching the ships, when he saw the man. A tall man with long blond hair tied back and hard blue eyes. A man who happened to be carrying and stroking an angry looking spikey brown cat. But most of all, a kind man. Somehow, the ram could just tell. It was for that reason that he sprinted away from the herd, prancing around the short woman, and clumsily barreling right into the man, accidently striking him with his horns. The man, in turn, tubled backwards, dropping the hissing cat on the ground, and swearing under his breath. It wasn't until the little Goennec came over, licked his hand as an apology, and stared at him with frightened gold and green eyes the the man, Nikolay, smiled. Smiled and laughed.

The ram then watched him with wide eyes as he stood up and walked over to the woman. Thankfully; Nikolay was fluent in Russian. After handing the woman fistfulls of money; the man nodded to her, picked up the seething cat, and clicked his toungue for the rem to follow.

Without looking back, he did.

Nikolay named the Goennec after his personal hero; the man responsable for the defeating of Napoleion in the previous year. Mikhail had not had a name before, and therefore bore it with utmost pride; prancing over with his chest puffed out and eyes shining when his master called him. When Nikolay saw the ram's talent for hunting; he immeadiately knew exactly how he could fit in on the ship.

Mikhail did not understand that much of crew disliked him. They already had to put up with Natalia, the spikey cat; and they did not want to share their food and space with yet another of Nikolay's pets. It was, however, impossible to not warm up to the happy little creature.

Within time; Mikhail became an accepted member of the ship; not welcomed by the crew, but not hated. And that suited the little ram perfectly. Just as everything else about his new life suited him just perfectly. Mikhail was a ship Goennec at heart; eager to explore and discover. And luckily enough, he was blessed with a master that allowed him to do just that.

- - - - -

I'm not sure how it happened. I had been standing at the edge, yes, looking at the blue-grey creatures that leapt out of the water beside us, when suddenly I was falling. Then swimming. Then being triumphantly hissed at by Natalia. Falling off the ship was nothing new to me, so I simply waited for my master. Or one of his crew.
It was a good thing that I could swim.
Withing time; one of the crew, the fat bald one, climbed down the rope ladder on the side of the boat. Since the waters were calm, I simply paddled over to him, enjoying the feel of the water splashing over my head when a tiny wave came. As ungentle as ever, the man grapped me by the mane on my back and tucked me under his smelly arm, slowly hauling us both up the ladder. When me flipped me over the railing, I immeadiately looked around myself.
Happiness surged through my mind when I spotted my master; and quickly scrambled to my feet, rushing over to him. He, in turn, softly spoke to me while he rubbed my mane dry with a blanket.
My master was very nice.
His cat, however, was not.
At that moment she stalked by, her yellow eyes gleaming as she carried a small rat in her mouth; attempting to remind my master that she was the one doing her duty. In response I bleated sharply at her, causing her to hiss back at me, her tail fluffed up. Oh, how I couldn't wait for the day that she fell in.
My master, however, simply stood and walked away, leaving me with the furry demon. She must have caught the disgust in my eyes, bacause she turned and ran, I quickly following. I eventually trapped her in a room that was suppossed to be off-limits to us; but thought like those, as usual, were traped in the back of my mind. Luckily; the door to the room was swung out into the hallway. With a sharp sound my horns struck it, banging it shut, and trapping the cursed cat. Unable to keep the look of pure delight off of my face; I quickly went to find my master and alert of of the bad cat that had went where she was not suppossed to.
I would only respect that cat the day she respected me.

[*Comet*]

Just posting to say I've always adored these, I've and silently stalked this thread for months. <3 I don't feel worthy to own one, I just adore gazing at all the new ones that come out. Their designs always dazzle me with your creativeness.

Keep up the great work!
~*Comet*

P.S. I personally <3 number 1. <3 Her white flowing 'main', blue eyes, and dark gray/black swirls make her pure love. <3

[~Blue.dragonfly~]

Excuse me, Kamaliah, would there be any way you could reserve monsoon for me? Hewith the unclaimed and repossessed Goennecs and I love him. Would that be possible?

He already has a hold on him. I'm waiting on a confirmation from another member for him, sorry.

Ok, thanks for telling me

[Meadow]

Ohmai. I've melted.
Rondi insta-clicked <3~

I'd feel bad though since I gave Singer away recently D=

[Tammanae]

Goennec Pen #:
3

Name:
Doe

How would you use him/her:
Well, as usual, Doe will probably be used in the rp, as I just have too much fun rping them, but more than anything else she will be a small headmate, and a new friend for my goennecs. She would get art and a place in my character page and thread.

Define your Goennec:

Personality:
Distant, and sometimes seeming a bit cold, Doe wasn't always like this. When much younger, Doe was quiet and full of hope for things to shine and get better in the end. Sadly, this was never the case in her young life, and after a couple of mishaps, she started seeing the evils of the world that surrounded her with new light, completely blocking herself from any friendship that might simply end up in further pain. Straight to the point and with a lack for tact, she comes off as a rude doe from time to time, despite the fact that she never means any real harm with anything she says.

Lacking in name, Doe chose the only word she had ever been referred to as as her name. It tends to confuse other goennecs a little, and sometimes even makes them think she is pranking them or refusing to tell them her real name. In her mind, she is unfit for a name, as she is little more than another one of the herd, and does not strive to attract attention to herself. Her way of thinking helps her keep a good, balanced mind in times of crisis, making her survival skills excellent.

During Siv, Doe always seems to be fidgety, almost as though if she expect things to go wrong and her kid to be shunned. This was something she adopted from life in her old herd. The worst fear a doe had was to have an unhealthy child, an affected, something utterly despicable that would be killed on the spot, and drive that female away from the herd, in hopes it would die a miserable death in the hands of another animal and take the curse of her sullied bloodline away from the herd.

History:

A quiet wind blew through the herd in the early hours of the morning, a wind almost as quiet as the herd. It was the first morning of Siv, the first morning of the mating season that happened once a year for the goennecs. There was an eerie silence however that would have confounded many a traveling goennec. There was no happy chatter, no gossiping ewes, no flirting does passing by a random pair of talking stags to attract their attention her way. The herd seemed heavily divided in fact. Stags having pleasant conversations and comparing hunting tactics in one side of the plains, the lush green side, while the does stayed to the corner closer to the mountains, rocky and harsh, and kept mostly quiet, one or two kids play fighting among themselves, making ruckus that was ignored by all except for the prime, who looked down at the young males with pride.

In the center of this somewhat large band of does stood a spotted young ewe with a bobtail, something strange but accepted within the ranks of the herd, and merely gave her an exotic look that some other does seemed to envy, as she always attracted males to treat her with kindness, or at least with as much kindness as a speck of dirt in the scenery could expect from the ones with purpose. Unlike the others, this doe had a happy look in her face, and her tail wagged with expectancy. She couldn't wait for the harems to begin forming, as more kids nomally meant there would be some sort of relaxed atmosphere among the does as they had their hands too full caring for their young to notice anything else. In fact, if a doe gave a particularly healthy looking kid, she may even be treated with a rabbit from the stag that had fathered it, a real honor among the ranks of the herd.

As a loud bleat sounded, the does looked up in unison, knowing a message from the Prime would be delivered about the start of Siv soon, but none went towards him. It was not their place. It would never be their place to find out about things from the mouth of the Prime himself, as the Prime had no need to convey his message to creatures whose only use was to give birth to the next generation that would ensure the species survival. The words of the Prime carried far enough for them to get the gist of the conversation however, and they could already hear the boasts and the importance in the stag's voices. This was cut short however by a sudden uproar, an uproar directed towards an individual at the edge of the group, a doe.

"What are you doing here?!" one of the stags called with anger, his lips curled back in a snarl.

The doe looked wild eyed with fright, and she quickly got on her belly in a gesture of groveling. "I am sorry. I wanted to find out what was going on," she tried to explain, and as she did so, a couple of the does cringed, the spotted bob among them. Males roared with outrage, their anger in plain view, making the doe tremble further. The glare on the Prime's eyes was not helping this either.

Looking to his side, the Prime saw the Prince glaring down at the doe as well, his hackles raised in anger. "Ernaero... go down there and see that this doe those not commit the same mistake again," he said in a cool voice, then stepped back and retired, not needing to sully himself with the taking care of an unruly and insignificant pebble. As the Prime retired, the Prince went towards the doe, hatred clear in his eyes as he gathered some soldiers from around him and encompassed the female, blocking her entirely from view from the rest of the herd.

* * * * *

The assembled does looked in horror at the beaten, barely living body of the doe that had spoken out of place. A group of strong soldiers surrounded her, scowls in their faces, and the Prince walked around her, his face smug as he lifted his head high, ignoring the trembles of the hunched and frightened doe. He looked pleased with himself, accomplished, whenever he set eyes on the bleeding pulp that had replaced the curious doe. "Tell me... what are you?" he asked in a commanding voice, his eyes locked on the female.

"Doe..." was all she commented, her ears flat on her black and brown head, her eyes blank as she looked back at his.

"And tell me... what is your position in this herd?" he continued, his voice growing louder for all of the others to hear.

That is so horrible... was the only thought that crossed the spotted doe's mind, her bobtail almost between her legs in fright and empathy for this poor creature. She took a step forward, wanting to help the doe that was being humiliated, but was quickly blocked by another female, who simply shook her head grimly, as if to say that she should just let it go. Why are they acting this way? Why are they doing nothing? The young doe couldn't understand why the others were doing nothing about it. In her five years of life, there had been no incidents with does in the herd, as the does had learned to remain quiet, learned that they were to never speak to a male unless spoken to and it was required for them to speak. The young, curious doe that had ventured into the Siv meeting had already learned the consequences of attempting to stick your nose were it did not belong. She was lucky that the Siv had begun and that the Prime had been in a good mood. Otherwise, she may have been killed.

As the does looked on, the beaten up female remained quiet, looking down to the ground, her answer obvious as she focused on the soil at her front hoof and paw. The Prince smiled, obviously happy that the doe had understood. He turned to look at the others, an obnoxiously complacent look on his face. "Let this be a warning... a message... to all of you. Does are meant to be does and nothing more. Any of you try to get smart, try to reach our level, and worse will happen to you." He turned to look at the hurt female and smirked. "You may go join the others now," he said, then turned around and gave no glance back as the doe staggered back to the others.

* * * * *

The Siv had continued without incident. The bobtailed doe wagged her tail, happy to see the others already expecting, sometimes communicating with the body language the does had adapted to be able to express themselves among the other does, congratulating the ones who had been deemed worthy as they left with the stag, and comforting the ones that, like herself, had yet to see an interested male. Most of the other does found her behavior perplexing. No other doe tended to keep such high spirits after their first Siv, as they realized that the treatment towards them really didn't get any better. However, the bobtailed doe had always been the dreamer, and the others let her be, knowing she would learn soon enough.

At almost the end of Siv, an unlikely stranger went through the group of does. None other than the Prince, his horns high in the air as he carried himself with air of great importance, surrounded by two escort soldiers who glared at the others menacingly, walked towards the young bobtailed one, and a small air of unease took over the females, wondering what could possibly be wrong. The doe waited until the Prince was in front of her and she bowed down, her nose touching the dirt as was required of does when a stag spoke to them, an exception being the beaten down doe, as it was obvious that she was too hurt to do the actual pose of submission.

The Prince looked down at the female, and he cleared his throat, letting her know she was to listen intently. "Doe, the Prime has requested you for his harem. He deems you worthy of bearing his child, consider yourself lucky. You are to come back with us, and we will escort you back to his harem." This said, the Prince turned around, then flicked his tail at the other two soldiers with him. "Brandor, Cherns, make sure she comes with you," he said, heading out from the mass of staring does, his message already delivered, meaning he no longer had to stay among them.

The two soldiers got ready to force the female, but were surprised to see her getting up almost immediately, her tail wagging with happiness. She followed after the Prince, and the two soldiers followed, not sparing second glances at the surrounding ewes that were staring with a mixture of jealousy and surprise at the happy doe.

* * * * *

Siv had come and gone, and the herd had survived a hard winter. A couple of kids had fallen to bears, but the Prime showed little concern, as the ones who had fallen were two does and one ram who showed little promise of being a good addition to his soldiers in a future. The spotted doe had been expecting the Prime's kid, something that no one expected, as the Prime tended to choose older does that were certified to always give the healthiest of kids. The doe was strong, and showed a gorgeous shine on her coat, unusual among the does of the herd, as most of them tended to have even stopped properly grooming, so it wasn't that much of a surprise once the initial shock was over.

A couple of the does had already had their kids born, gorgeous kids that were eternally curious despite being too shy to leave their mother's side still. Now, it had been the bobtailed doe's turn, as she had been feeling pains, and she had retired herself a little from the mass of does, as was custom, to give birth to her young. However, there was something horribly wrong, something that all doe's feared within the heard. The time had passed for the kid to open its eyes, and when it did so, the young mother realized with horror that they were milky white and distant, unable to perceive the light and its surroundings. It's ears were torn and disfigured, flopped as if with no strength to raise themselves, but not with the perfect curve of the floppy eared variety.

Desperate, the doe tried to cover the small body with her own, hoping that no one would notice, that she would be able to shield the little one and that it would survive, but this was the same reaction all of the does with affected had, a reaction so strong that all in the herd could smell the fear as strongly as if it was a tangible mist. Rumors started to spread, even among the body language of the does. Empathy crossed all of their faces as they saw a pair of soldiers and the Prince heading towards the doe, and they heard the screams and cries of pain, begging for them to let it go, to spare it's life while the helpless creature dangled from the jaws of the Prince.

Ignoring her cries, the Prince turned around and headed towards the Prime, his face showing utter repulsion as he placed the blind helpless creature who seemed to be sniffing for its mother's milk in front of the stag who had fathered it. The soldiers were behind, forcing the female to where the Prime was, so that the kid was between them both. As the doe tried to rush towards the kid, the two stags reared and slammed themselves against her back, pinning her painfully to the ground. The doe wrestled, not caring anymore for the rules of the herd, not caring anymore that speaking was forbidden, not caring that it was the Prime, and the Prime's word was law, as it was that very Prime who was about to do the unspeakable to her child. "Please... please, just let him go. I will go with him, I will take him as far away as possible. You will never have to- Please no!" she screamed, but to no avail, as the Prime reared and landed his hooves on the skull of the infant, ceasing his pityful yips of hunger once and for all.

The Prime looked up, disgust clear in his eyes. "You think I owe you pity? You think I owed this thing you gave me pity? Why would I stop, why would I consider? The second that this creature was spawned you were no longer a part of this herd. I am not about to let my bloodline continue with this mongrel. Now leave. Take your worthless body out of my sight and make use of yourself by feeding a bear or a mountain lion," he snarled, then turned around, leaving the mourning doe to be kicked out of the herd brutally, beaten and ridiculed by the rams that had escorted her to see her child's death.

Once she had been left alone, she looked to the sky, despair clear in them. The words of the Prime echoed in her mind over and over, searing her brain. She stayed for a couple of hours, looking as though if she was waiting for death to take her. A spring rain started falling, almost as though if the sky itself were mourning with her, shedding the tears a goennec could not. Staggering up, she looked back to the place she had just been kicked from, and a scowl showed in her face, a cold and distant look that had never cursed the beautiful features of the young doe. I will not die. I refuse to bow to your rule anymore. I will live... I will live the life that you never let me had. Like dirt can grow the trees and grass that we eat, a doe can grow to be just as good as any ram. I am Doe, and I will live Doe thought, and with this, she turned around, her eyes focused on the task at hand, finding a new herd, and surviving.

[Xaviar]

I fallen in love with #8. xD So I will try for him. <33



Goennec Pen #: 8
Name: Jerell
How would you use him/her: I would draw art of her, get art of Jerell, use him in the RP, and he would have a nice home in my character thread and he would be my first goennec I've ever adopted too. ^^
Define your Goennec:

Nickname:Jere(he doesn't often let other goennecs call him this)
Gender: Male
Age: 11 years(adult)
Full Physical Description: Jerell is a pointy-eared goennec with a bobtail and green eyes. He has dark brown swirls on his back, legs, and head with a lighter brown coat colour. Jerell's horns, nose and hooves are white. During the night, his eyes shine brightly like stars.
Personality:Jerell is a flirtatous male goennec who loves playing games with other goennecs. He is an expert at persuasion and is very intelligent and likes intellectual pursuits.
Likes: Jazz, flirting with female goennecs, classical music, sunny days, writing poetry, intellectual challenges.
Dislikes: Heavy metal, when he is sick, rock music, rainy days, when he can't think of a poem.
Parents: Mother, Serell, Father, Jeremy
Siblings: None
Friends:
Childhood friends: Purity, Ra, Aeon

Adulthood friends: Ra, any female goennec he likes.
Offspring:None, yet claims that his son, when he is born, will look exactly like him.
Mate/Partners: None, is currently looking.
Other:

History:

Part One: As a child

"Hey Aeon! You can't catch me!" Jerell shouted, running around the field. Him and his friends were playing chasey in the field where he lived. "I'm going to get you one day Jerell!" Aeon shouted back, making a silly face and chasing Jerell. "Hey Aeon! Try and get me!" Purity yelled. Aeon gave up chasing Jerell and started chasing Purity instead. Aeon eventually caught Purity.' Ha ha! You're it!" Aeon said. Suddenly Jerell's mother, Serell, walked out to them and said "Purity! Aeon! Ra! Your parents have arrived!" "Aw mum! Can't they stay a little longer?" Jerell whined. "Jerell, it's almost time for dinner."

When Jerell's friends left, his mother said to Jerell "Jerell, I believe you are almost one year older until you have to go to a new school. It is for older rams like yourself." "Oh mother, are all my friends going to be there? Jerell asked, worried. "Yes, they will Jerell. While you were chasing your friends before they left, I had a little chat to your friend's mothers. They are going to put Aeon, Ra, and Purity in the same school as you. "Yes!" Jerell cheered, suddenly excited. "Do they know about going to a new school as well?" "Not yet, Jerell, but you can tell them when you see them next." "Ok, mother, I will."

School for goennecs is a little different. First, there is only very small classes, usually about ten goennecs in each class. They have less subjects as well. They learn about hunting, and how to defend themselves against predators.

WIP

[Verd]

Goennec Pen #: 4
Name: Molliko
How would you use him/her: Character :3
Define your Goennec:
Molliko Loved the Simple life, She loved Reading what her owners would write then leave on their desk for her to discover. Her world, always seemed perfect. Until she made one mistake, one mess-up that ruined it. She had fallen asleep reading one of her owner's stories and has deleted it all. The owner was furious, so He took her to the nearest pound, and left her sitting on the steps.
Why now! Why me! What did I Do? I Messed up one, and I Lost it all? Is that how this world works? Well I Hate it! I Hate it hate it hate it!

WIP

[Desmond]

I DON'T KNOW! Dx

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1. Zanzi

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2. Carla

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3. Shasta

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4. Cappi

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5. Mocha

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6. Mooco

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[paola .]

Hey Triple B, i am dropping out for Shasta! Goodluck to everyone else!^^

[bangarain]

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Goennec Pen #: 4.

Name: Kalei.

Nicknames: In fact, this creamy brown and white doe has many nicknames, originating from her full name. Kala or Kale, Kali, Kala, Kae, and rarely Lei are her many nicknames, though she prefers those starting with 'k', or just going by her first.

How would you use him/her: Well, same as Kaze and T, of course! :3 Mainly in the RP, though I'd love to write about her as well. I see her as a somewhat shy goey when she first encounters others, though around her friends she can be talkative and excitable; a great friend. I'd include her in stories with both of my other goennecs, and her coat patterns seems really fun and awesome, yet simple in her own way; which means I'd probably draw her alot! She looks like she'd have alot of fun with both of my two, and they could be friends, even though they may get on eachother's nerves sometimes.

Define your Goennec:
Personality~
Shy and quiet at first glance, Kalei is very much like her namesake. Picture before yourself a beautiful, velvety flowerbud, too cautious to spread its petals and welcome in the sun. But once the sun's warm, friendly rays shimmer down, bright and cheerful upon it, the flower slowly unfurls its petals, blossoming into something even more beautiful; what it really is.

Why is a flower, or a silky bud, so similar to Kali? Well, to most foreign goennecs, when she first meets them, she is cautious and careful, seeming somewhat shy and reserved; she even comes off as suspicious to those who haven't yet met her. However...once a goey gets to know her, they meet the true Kalei--a talkative, excitable doe, who is eager to have fun. In other words, those who don't know her think she is extremely reluctant and quiet, but those who know her sometimes wish she was; since around friend's she's a spunky doe who almost talks nonstop. Very much of a tomboy, Kali loves to take on challenges, and, unafraid of getting dirty, often ending up with somewhat ruffled-up fur, though her sapphire eyes still shine. However, she isn't so much of one that she leaves clumps of mud and twigs in her fur, and soon her creamy brown coat returns to...almost normal. Silky and clean, yes, but still somewhat disorderly, her spiky mane ruffled.

Kali loves sunny weather, and sometimes she enjoys just stretching out in the feathery grass on a warm summer day, feeling the comforting warmth soak into her fur, feeling relaxed and peaceful. Unlike Kaze, one of her good friends, having known eachother since they were kids, she very much...dislikes downpours. That doesn't mean she doesn't like water, though--sometimes she is seen wading into the cool, calm river that winds through the valley, enjoying the feeling of liquid rush around her fur, swirling and cascading over rocks and reeds. However...she'd much rather skip the cold, icy rainstorms that make her fur slick and thoroughly soaked, so even her underfur is hanging limp; her dusty-brown mane hanging in her eyes, dripping with chilled droplets, feeling as if she had leapt into a lake of brisk water that was about to freeze into ice. Nah...it's not really her thing.

However, apart from sunny, warm days, she also loves snow. Complete opposites, true; but she loves it all the same. The silky softness of her fur when it's powdered with feathery flakes, the awe-inspiring mountaintops that rim the valley, capped in snow, and the crisp, exciting feeling in the air. She loves the serene, breathtaking half to the flakes, and the fun, playful aspect as well; watching the kids leap and chase eachother through the drifts, squealing with excited joy. She likes cool weather, but not when the air turns frigid, and the very breath of a goennec freezes to ice in the air, nor the feeling that the sun is very far away, with numb paws and ears. That said, she enjoys snowfall, but to her, nothing compares to the warm, mild summer heat.

Though seeming reserved to those who don't know her, she's spunky and talkative, quite a tomboy, to those who do. A great friend; a great goennec. She's a beautiful bud; a blossom preparing to stretch its petals to the warming sun. Eager and friendly, cheerful and bright; this is Kalei.

Story/ies

Pale sunlight shone through the trees, dappling the earth between patches of broad leaves and branches of the oaks and maples far above the leaf carpeted ground. The air was somewhat warm, and a tinge of humidity brought a certain promise,which seemed to echo throughout the valley; weaving through trees and leaping across shallow streams and river rocks, rustling the musical, spindly reeds. Spring was coming.

A slight breeze rustled the trees, whispering through the feathery grasses, until it wove closer to the herd of sleeping goennecs, tickling their manes like a wreath of feathery pine needles. Spring was coming, promising warmth, and the end of ice and frigid temperatures; and already the change was noticable throughout the valley, as if every plant and animal scampering through the bush had heard the sun's eager call. A bluejay, perched in the sheltered branches of a sturdy oak, stirred, as if woken by the wind's whisper, and ruffled its feathers, shaking the last of the winter's frost from its vibrant blue wings. A single, brave wildflower broke through the already-melting snow, its petals shimmering in the warm rays of the sun. The end of the ice and frost had come; and the goennecs that lived in the breathtaking valley, nestled between high peaks of the mountains that rimmed it, knew this more than any.

"Kalei, Kalei, guess what?" A high-pitched, excited squeal echoed throughout the valley, sending a few startled crows taking to the air, cawing angrily from being disturbed. "Wha..." a creamy brown doe stirred, her words blurred by a yawn. Her sleek fur shimmered in the pale sunlight, and she flicked her ears, sending a few icy water droplets spiraling into the air. "Come on, Kalei! I wanna show you something! I saw Kaze and he said that winter's over! I wanna go explore!" The cry sounded again; slowly growing louder as a somewhat small, tan kid with a spiky black mane came bounding up on the rise where the rest of the herd slept, and scrambled over the slabs of stone that surrounded the hill. It was Takuo; the most hyper, bubbly kid in the herd, who was also known simply as 'T'.

With excitement shining in his golden eyes, he dodged around the other sleeping goeys, earning a few grunts from the still-sleeping rams and does, and prodded Kalei with his muzzle, bouncing eagerly from paw-to-paw. Blinking open her vibrant, sapphire eyes, still sticky with sleep, she grinned, her caution and shyness evaporating as her still-blurry sight cleared and she made out the excited, eager kid standing just a few feet away. "Hey, T," the doe murmured, her eyes shining with amusement. With another yawn, the beautiful doe stretched and shook her mane, sending the season's last flakes of snow twisting through the air, a few landing on the silky white muzzle of the young ram, who giggled and shook his head, ridding his pelt of the flakes. "Guess what?" he cried, the doe now fully awake. "It's..." but before Takuo had a chance to finish, Kalei gasped, her azure eyes shining. "It's beautiful!" she breathed, taking a step forward and halting on the edge of the grassy rise, taking it all in.

The valley was coming back to life, after the still, frozen winter, which had been extremely hard; the formidable, harsh ice coating everything in sight; turning almost everything cold and seemingly lifeless. But now, that hardship had come to an end, revealing the true world that had been hidden under the frost; a lush valley where life flourished. Even though this was her second year with the herd, the sight never ceased to leave her breathless and filled with awe. Forest creatures were stirring, and birds were stretching their stiff wings, preparing to take flight; the last snow melting into harmless, crystally puddles of water. The sun had risen; their home had been restored with the life-bringing sun. The warm breeze ruffled her mane, sending a jolt of ecitement through her. Warmth had returned at last; excitement was in the air. With her sapphire eyes shining, she whipped around and grinned at Takuo, feeling as if the warmth had sent energy flooding through her; as if she could run forever. With a challenging gleam in her eye, she called out, "Come on, let's go! What are you waiting for?"