~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Desmond]

Singer's been on hold for a very long time; who knows how long he'll be up there. I'd say go ahead and go for Matas, as Singer would only be put up at the beginning of a round, if at all.

-Has been stalking Singer xD-

[poofyena]

I'm just wondering if we can include our already owned Goennecs in our application stories?

[Benedict]

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF This round is so amazing Kam, great designs and colours all around

Goennec Pen #: 5

Name: Theo

How would you use him/her:
I have so many ideas for this fellow, like my other goeys he'll be included in the RP(if it starts up again, that is), and be dearly loved as a character.
Define your Goennec:

I have many questions for you my friend... as you no doubt have for me. Where should I begin? Oh... perhaps my story's in order.

General Disposition


Ever the idealist, Theo believes that there is a general good in everyone. He is an incredibly talkative and social goennec, who feels compelled to be on a good standing with, ideally, everyone ever. However he is also incredibly self-aware, taking care in how he acts and how it affects others. One could say that he is almost like an actor, center stage all the time; making sure he appears in the most generous light, using different 'personas' according to the situation he is in.
His actual feelings, opinions and personality are things that he reserves for the closest of friends and himself, thinking them to be quite uncalled for. He holds himself against a set of 'rules of civility', defined by those he admired as a kid. The most important virtue in this system is disinterest.
To him, disinterest represents an absence of arrogance and vanity. As disinterested, he does not complain, whine, openly try to advance himself socially, show his opinions (unless called for, and always in a humble manner) and never ever blabbering on and on about himself and his thoughts.

While he is welcoming of new acquaintances, new ideas do not please him as much. He absolutely abhors change in all its forms, as every time the status quo has changed, it has always resulted in disadvantages in some way or another, often loosing friends in the process and having to start all over. When change is proposed, it is one of the rare times where goes completely ‘out of character’ and speaks his mind clearly and without restriction. When he himself changes his opinion, he sees it as a discovery of some part of himself, not a change by his definition, and therefore not bad.

When he is completely ‘out of character’, as he is when he goes off for some alone-time or is with his closest of friends. He tends to be much less talkative and more thoughtful, not saying anything usually unless it is to elaborate upon specific point; to him actions speak more truthfully than words. He speaks in a very fast and precise manner, unintentionally most of the time.
Learning and discovery are some of his greatest joys in life, the processes which happen around him all the time are some of the most fascinating things to him, and he can spend hours amusing himself just by observing. He strives for knowledge and reason behind everything, always asking questions and setting op hypothesises in his head. He has no reservations when it comes to his closest friends, and will often badger them with such question about the world, considering them his partners in research as well. He does take a certain pride and confidence in this interest, considering it an honourable pursuit.
Around kids, he completely throws his façade away, believing it to be extremely important to be honest with them, more than anyone else. He always enjoys being around kids, telling them stories and explaining those processes of nature which he has studied.

He longs to find Katran again, but only when he has fulfilled the promise. Settling down somewhere permanently is his dream, even if he thinks that it’s an unattainable goal.

He has a lean build, with short fur and proportionally long legs, an average anatomical description for a plains goey.

Past








"Who do you think you are!"

"I told you to keep out!"

"Sorry. It's just all so fascinating, I've never seen things like these."

"If I show you one thuing, will you stop coming here without permission?"

"definetely!"

"follow me"

"A lake?
Are you thirsty"

"watch."


"Now stomp your foot"

"allright"

"now, watch the arrow"

"it alwasy points in the same direction."

"Did you make this?"

"No, I found it"

"very cool, thank you!"

"no problem"

"Your name?"

"Katran. Yours?"

"Theo"

"You have a very interesting collection"

"thank you. You're welcome here, as long as you ask me first"

"I'd love to! Do you live here?"

"usually, it's the only place where I can do this"

'Would you mind if I stayed here for a while? The herds 'round here don't like strangers"

"please?"

'as long as you stay away form the collection."

"I give my word!"


"katran?"

"yes?"

"Do you know,

why it only point sin one direction?"

"no.

But, there's an answer somewhere,

and one day

I'll find out."

"and when one of us has found out why

We'll meet again"

...I realize I've been given another chance too. A chance to learn from my mistakes, and leave the past behind me, once and for all.

[June Bug]

I'm just wondering if we can include our already owned Goennecs in our application stories?

Yup, any goennecs you own can be used in your form. :)

-flails all over Bongo- <3

[June Bug]

Streaming~ ouo Got inspired~
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[Tammanae]

Goennec Pen #:

Pen 1

Name:

Moss

How would you use him/her:

I will be honest, Moss may not be used as a main character in the rp (although I would love to include him in it from time to time), however, he would be used for art, and as a headmate, included in the small herd I have created for my Goennecs, being a vital positive force among the others, and serving as a 'balance' of sort between the rather set male/female roles in it. I see him as the one who would bring Doe out of her shell, and get her to start trusting males with his happy go lucky, equal view of everyone.

Define your Goennec:

Age
12 years old

Height and Variations
2'6"
Naturally Colored
No Abnormalities

Gender
Male

Likes
Females
Like the flirt he is, Moss is constantly strutting his 'stuff' around the females of the herd, never failing to compliment them, believing each of them to have a beauty unique and of their own.

Males
Despite his love of females, Moss is equally attracted to the handsome ruggedness of the rams, finding them just as appealing as the does of the herd. Knowing most rams find this rather awkward of him, Moss tends to keep this quiet, not wanting to impose himself on his fellow herdmates and friends. He will forever lament, however, not being able to include males in his harem every siv, especially the mischievous Sam.

Doe
This strange, cold female with her hatred towards males and her quiet presence on the herd has always baffled Moss, both annoying and thrilling him, eager to break through her hard outer shell. Thinking her nothing more than a snooty girl, not unlike Dew, at first, Moss made the mistake of making Doe cry, making him realize that she was simply an abused female whom lacked social skills and wished nothing more than guarding herself from more pain entering her life. This discovered, he has become very protective of Doe, slowly forming a special bond with her, and even getting smiles out of her on rare occasions.

Water
Eternally grateful for the life water brings, Moss always looks forward to rain, especially on the hot summer days that bring out his paranoid and stressful side, and can usually be calmed down by the mention of rain in these days.

Dislikes
Heat
Having lost his closest friend to a particularly hot summer in which heat strokes were rampant in the herd, diminishing its number by many, hot days make him uneasy, and he tends to keep a vigilant eye on the weaker ones in the herd, reminding them to drink water constantly and guiding them to the most shaded areas, sometimes becoming a nuisance, as he tends to overreact.

Bacchus
Getting along with most of the herd, the one member Moss cannot stand is Bacchus. The two tend to clash constantly during the Siv, having similar tastes in does. However, the lack of effort the brown male gives to win in the battles, and his very careless attitude once he has mated, barely giving a second glance to his harem, makes Moss's blood boil. Due to this reason, Moss prefers staying as far away from Bacchus as possible, although this tends to be impossible to do in his days spent hunting with Sam.

Personality
An honorable soldier who is always eager to please those around him and bring smiles to the faces of others, Moss has earned the approving nod of many from the herd. Because of this, he tends to be able to get away with his flirtatious tendencies, smooth talking both females and the occasional male that permits it. Happiest when spending the day in the company of others, one of his many guilty pleasures is hearing Northern Light's stories, making sure to bring him a rabbit for his time, knowing the spacey male tends to forget to hunt, his mind never really where his hoofs are. His one downfall tends to be days with blazing heat, in which his fear gets the better of him and he tends to get more in the way than help in his frantic mood. The one goennec that can calm him during these days tends to be Doe, and even then he may turn a deaf ear on the spotted female until the day cools off.

History
Green grass abundant in the vast valley that encompassed the herd's home, a male goennec with a black and white pelt and glistening jade horns ran side by side a speckled bobtailed doe, her blue eyes shining with malice as she bumped into him, throwing him off his step and making him trip on the earth below him, falling face first, his mouth full of weeds and flowers as the female ran past, a teasing laugh escaping her as she passed. Spatting out the grass from his mouth, Moss looked up, the female out of reach by now.

"No fair! You cheated!" he called out, a scowl on his face that was betrayed only by the shimmer in his own verdant eyes. A better look at the male showed his legs seemed too long and thin for his body, and his horns were not quite fully grown, making him still be among the kids of the herd during the rapidly approaching Siv, although he was not completely oblivious to the feminine charms the does were starting to evoke on the rams as well as the rapidly growing testosterone levels of the males. Getting up, the young goennec followed after the speckled female, his legs looking as though they would burst from how fast they now went. As he reached the doe, her head being only a few inches ahead of his, a booming voice rang through the valley.

"Eneth wins!" a gray ram announced, a goofy grin on his face as he did so.

Grinning smugly, Eneth turned to the floppy eared male she had been running against, circling around him in a victory lap of sorts. "Too slow, Moss. Better luck next time," she teased him, skipping and prancing on her four hooves.

"But you cheated! Sam, she tossed me over! I demand a do-over," Moss demanded indignantly, stomping a front hoof on the ground, his ears pulled back noticeably as he looked at the large gray ram.

A bark of laughter escaped Sam as Moss glared at him. "Oh come now, is that really any way to treat a lady?" he asked, grinning down at him. "Besides, Eneth just did that to add some challenge to you, otherwise you would have won too easily. Isn't that right, Eneth?" he asked, turning to the female kid, winking mischievously at her as if to make her know she was to agree.

"Why of course! I wouldn't expect any less but strength and speed from the ram who's harem I will be joining next year," Eneth responded, puffing up her chest importantly, earning another laugh from the grown stag who accompanied them.

"Yeah? Well who says I want you in my harem, you cheating peasant!?" Moss responded, blood roaring in his ears in embarrassment, his usual short temper surfacing.

"Moss!" Sam reprimanded, the smile gone from his face, replaced by a stern look that was rather uncharacteristic of him. His reproach went unnoticed, however, as the young stag was already storming off, long legs tense with anger as he headed for the stream to cool off.

Keeping to the edge of the stream, hating it when his paws and hooves got wet, Moss took a few laps of water, feeling his temper making the vein on his neck throb violently. Hearing steps behind him, Moss turned around. Next to him stood Northern Lights, a shy, quiet male kid with no fighting spirit whom tended to spend his days looking at the sky and saying stories 'the clouds had told him'. A scowl of disapproval appeared on the black and white ram's face, his nose contorting with disgust. If there was one kid he could not stand in the herd, it was Northern Lights, and his complete uselessness. A future peasant for sure, Moss hated to be seen with him.

Norther Lights, however, had no trouble being seen with other goennecs, or at least he had no problem with it the few times he noticed others around him. Eyes as brilliant as the pelt he had been named after soon landed on Moss, however, and a small smile appeared on the kid's face. "'Ello, Moss," he said in a dreamy voice, his eyes not completely focused on the one he spoke with.

"What do you want?" Moss spat back, a snarl appearing on his face as his chest puffed, ready to push Northern Lights away from him. However, no response met the hot headed kid, and instead Northern Lights proceeded to looking at the clouds, humming nonsense words under his breath, his body rocking slightly as though in some trance. Scoffing, Moss stomped a foot on the ground, readying in a charge. A blink later, Northern Lights found himself with his body half inside the creek, a mocking laugh escaping the flop eared male that had pushed him in.

"Moss!" came Eneth's reprimanding voice from close by. Cringing, Moss turned around and saw Eneth padding over towards them, her blue eyes on Northern Light's rump as he struggled to get back out. Helping the weaker kid out of the water, Eneth proceeded to making sure he wasn't hurt. "Maybe you should go lie in the sun for a while, Sky. It will help you dry out so you don't smell like bear sweat," she told Northern Lights in a joking tone, referring to him by his nickname as most of the herd did.

"Yes... the sun. I have yet to learn why it hides when the moon comes out," Northern Lights responded in his usual distant voice, his eyes turned to the sky as he clumsily padded away, no longer aware that he was being watched by Moss and Eneth. Once the strange kid was out of sight, Eneth's kind look turned into a scowl directed at Moss, who humphed in response and turned his head in the opposite direction.

"What has gotten into you? You are getting more violent every day. If you don't keep a watch on it, no one's going to want to play with you anymore," she said, a slight teasing hint on her voice despite the scowl on her face. "I am pretty sure Sam wouldn't appreciate you hurting Sky either. You know he doesn't like bullying."

Silence met the female's words as Moss's ears drooped slightly, knowing she was right, but refusing to acknowledge this. After a moment of considering, he turned to Eneth with a self imposed importance in his face, his pose pompous as he spoke. "Yes, well... Sky should learn to defend himself. We need to get stronger if we want to achieve a high rank in the herd. At the rate he is going, you shouldn't really care, either way. He wouldn't be fitting to have you in his harem next Siv, now would he?"

"And at the rate you are going, neither are you," Eneth responded, her face contorted in disgust as she stared at him. "I don't know why I bother with you anymore." This said, the female turned around and stormed off, bobbed tail high in the air as she followed after Northern Lights.

Moss opened his mouth to respond, but as he did so, the taste of rain engulfed him, and looking up to the sky, he noticed that clouds had started to invade the open area. A snort of disgust escaping him, his usual dislike of getting his own fur wet winning over his wanting to follow Eneth and keep bickering with her, making him head off for cover before the rain came pouring down.
- - - - -

The breeding season once more upon them, a dry wind rushed through the once verdant valley, now plagued by a hot wave that had taken over since early spring, making the grass dry and sparse and the prey thin and hard to find. This, however, had not taken away the need to mate that had finally dawned on the black and white ram, now fully grown, a buff look in his muscles and a cocky sprint in his step. His first Siv, Moss had seen the fights the rams had participated in, competing for the best does, while the does looked eagerly at the soldiers, knowing the winner would probably be the best mate to have kids with. This Siv, he was eager to show just how strong he was to the females of the herd as well as the males, although the latter he would decline as fervently as he could to all except Eneth, who could read him so well it scared him a bit from time to time.

A dry cough interrupted his trail of thought, and as he turned he saw Eneth following a weakening Northern Lights towards the dying creek in which they used to play by as kids. A cold look crossed his green eyes as jealousy took over, disliking it when the peasant ram got attention from Eneth. Why she bothered with him had always confounded him, as it was obvious he was beneath the higher ranking goennecs of the herd. Holding his head up high, Moss padded over to them, reaching them as Northern Lights dipped his head near the remaining water, taking a few sips to quench his parched throat. As the peasant looked up and saw Moss, a small smile crossed his face as it always did when he saw the burly male.

"Hello, Moss," Northern Lights said feebly, the long drought having taken an obvious toll on him.

"Hello, Eneth," Moss said in turn, giving his back to the peasant as he looked at the female. "The Siv is almost upon us, you know?"

"I see your social ways are as bright as always," Eneth responded coolly. While she had always had a soft spot for the competitive male, she couldn't help but get angry whenever he looked down on the others, something as unlike his idol, Sam, as possible. With a significant look at Northern Lights, she turned her head, refusing to speak much more to Moss until he responded to the other male.

"Good to see you too... Sky," Moss muttered through gritted teeth, achieving Northern Light's smile to brighten. At this, Eneth turned to him as well, a mischievous grin on her own face.

"Now, was that so hard?" she asked him, the disgusted scowl on his face being the only answer she got. A chuckle escaping her, she turned to the other ram, nudging him slightly for him to get up. "C'mon, Sky. We need to get you to the shade. After that, I'll try and find some prey for us, and you can tell me all about what you heard from the wind this morning."

A derisive snort escaped Moss as Eneth finished her sentence, unable to comprehend why she would continue indulging the strange peasant and his even odder ways. Once inside a good, shaded area, Eneth stood down next to Northern Lights, Moss close by, not really interested in what the male had to say, but not wanting to leave the female whom he had his eye on for the upcoming Siv alone with him, testosterone partly to blame for his actions. As he sat down, Eneth gave him a small smile, and then turned to Northern Lights, an encouraging look on her face, as though if letting him know they were ready to hear his tale.

"Now, Sky, Moss will stay for you while I go hunting. I am sure he will be more than pleased to hear what you have to say while I come back," the doe stated, nuzzling the peasant slightly as she would a kid before starting to head out. Moss, however, made a face at this and followed after her.

"You aren't really planning on letting me stick around Sky, are you? I refuse to do so," he declared flatly, stomping his hoof on the ground as if to reinforce his conviction.

"Oh come now, you wouldn't really decline a favor for a doe, now would you?" she asked, batting her eyes innocently at him.

"Why do you even bother with him? If he can't hunt, then just let him be. A goennec that can't hunt is a goennec that is better left dead," Moss stated, a frown on his face. A second after he had said this, however, he realized what a mistake it had been as Eneth's eyes flashed dangerously.

"No one in the herd is better left dead. We must do what we can to help those that are weaker than us. A duty of a soldier is to protect the herd, Moss, not bully the peasants around. Just stay with him while I go hunt. The heat has made him a bit more incoherent than usual in his actions, and I am afraid he may not make it through today if left alone," she said coolly.

Unable to argue with her any further in fear of making her angrier, Moss simply nodded, his ears flattened as he resigned himself to the idea of having to spend some time with the lowly peasant. However, as the peasant began speaking, telling him what the 'wind had told him that morning', Moss became transfixed as Northern Light's words took him to a different plane of existence, his mind wandering as he could clearly see the strange things Northern Lights spoke of, and he found that, despite how hard he tried, he wanted to hear more, finding the strange stag more and more interesting with each word he said in a voice that reminded him of a songbird announcing that spring had arrived. Time passed as he kept hearing Northern Light's tale, and it was well past sunset when Eneth came back with a rather scrawny looking rabbit and squirrel in her jaws, making it clear that she had needed to head out to the forest at the far edge of the valley to find prey. Sitting down next to them, dropping her prey, she opened her mouth to speak, but was quickly shushed by a wide eyed Moss.

"And then what happened?" Moss asked as Northern Lights took a pause, his paws shifting in his curiosity.

A grin on her face, Eneth simply sat down next to Moss, her face shifting from ram to ram with a look of accomplishment on her face.

- - - - -

The drought that had plagued the summer still lingering heavily on the valley, the mating season finally came, along with the division of harems, although fights were short and sparse, the creek in the valley now dry, dust accumulating heavily on it, cracks opening on the parched ground. Even Moss with his hot headed cockiness was feeling the effects of the drought by now, his throat parched and his voice hoarse. Having achieved a small harem for himself, the numbers of the herd dwindling due to all of the goennecs that had already succumbed to the heat, he no longer felt the need to show off as much as he had first wanted to, the need to survive making him spend as little energy as possible.

"I am worried about Sky," Eneth spoke, her eyes troubled as she looked up at the sky.

No response came from Moss as he gave her a sideways glance. While she worried about Northern Lights, he was silently worrying about her. Having won her in a battle against Bacchus, an older ram, in the first days of the Siv, he had kept a close eye on her. A pelt once shinning with health and beauty was now encrusted with dust and showed a prominent ribcage while she breathed in a shallow way. Even her eyes, blue as the sky and vibrant with emotion, had rapidly started losing their shine, becoming dull and almost lifeless with lack of energy. The time she didn't spend hunting she did laying down, reserving her dwindling energy for the next day.

"Maybe we should go check up on him..." she muttered, shaky legs struggling as she got up, Moss quickly following suit. As they padded towards his usual spot, Northern Lights could be seen looking up at the sky, his ears drooping, his eyes mistier than usual. "Sky?" As no response came, Moss and Eneth lay down next to the him, letting him be in whatever world he lay in.

The day getting progressively hotter and the air denser, Northern Lights finally looked to the side, noticing Moss and Eneth next to him for the first time. "The woods are quiet," was all he said, blinking solemnly at the pair.

"So no stories today?" Eneth asked, giving him a quizzical look.

Shaking his head sadly, Northern Lights turned his face back to the sky, his ears turned towards it, almost as though if he were trying to listen for something that wasn't there.

"What about telling us a story of your own?" Moss asked, knowing Northern Lights was always happiest when narrating a story, and he had by now learned to love the bizzare things 'nature told him'. An incredulous look fell on Northern Light's face, almost as though if thinking Moss mad. A few moments later, however, his eyes gained the dreamy look he usually had when telling stories, and sure enough, a story he began to tell. Entranced by the story, Eneth and and Moss stayed by his side, his voice sweet and melodious as usual.

As Northern Lights finished his story, a strange pitter patter suddenly encompassed their ears, and a by now unfamiliar sensation grazed their pelts as fur began clinging close to their skin. Looking up, Moss's eyes grew wide, and a celebratory bleat escaped his lips as he pranced up, his mouth open as drops fell from the sky, looming, dark clouds having snuck up on the valley while Northern Lights spoke.

"Look, Sky! Rain! It's raining!" Moss yelped, joy overcoming him, having never been so happy to see rain falling on the valley.

"Why, yes... it is," Northern Lights responded, a smile on his face as he looked up.

"Eneth! Eneth! ... Eneth?" Moss called, looking back when the doe failed to respond. Her body curled up in the same form she had taken when Northern Lights had started speaking, Moss walked up to her, his eyes wide as even Northern Lights had stopped looking at the sky to look at the still female.

"Eneth?" Northern Lights asked as well, his eyes showing worry her rarely showed. Getting up, the peasant prodded the still female, getting no response from her.

"She's gone..."

- - - - -

"Doe... Doe?"

"I am fine, Moss... I don't need more water."

Nearly 10 years had passed since the last big drought that had nearly wiped out the herd, and while most of the goennecs had gotten on with their lives never looking back on that horrid summer, Moss had been plagued by it. He had grown and matured to be one of the kindest rams in the herd, something Doe, the female he now spoke to, had learned to love about him and had been the reason she had finally been able to trust a ram after her rather odd past, but she would be fooling no one if she declined how much he got on her nerves whenever the day was hotter than usual.

"Well... you should still go to the shade," Moss responded, a pout on his lips as he started pushing her to a nearby tree.

"Moss..."

"No, Doe. You are carrying. You need to be careful," Moss argued, not wanting to hear any more arguments from her.

"Moss, just hold on. If you only looked up for a moment, you would be able to see that everything will be fine," Doe retorted, digging her paws into the ground to avoid herself from being pushed around by the much bigger male. As instructed, Moss looked up, and as he did, an amused smile crossed the bobtail doe's face. "Better now?"

The panic that had been engraved on his face was replaced by a breeze of relief as Doe spoke, and as he smiled back at her, he said, "It looks like it's going to rain."

[acciobadger]

Goennec Pen #: 5

Name: Ahka

How would you use him/her:

I would hope to use Ahka in the RP, although I don't know if that will happen. However, I do plan to provide lots of art for him, and I will keep writing his story. There are still many details which I cannot yet find the right words for.
Also, I plan to have him connect with Kin, my other Goennec. She's been lonely far too long now, and I can see the two of them being the perfect complementary pair, each supporting the other.

Ahka's design really caught my eye. I knew immediately what type of story I would write, and he is just so perfect for it. He is a joy to draw, and I have at least a dozen sketches of him covering my school notes.

Define your Goennec::

Age :: 4 years

Gender :: Male

Likes ::
Music; The one positive thing about his mother was her voice. Before his father's death, she would always be singing. The sound of music reminds him of a time when everything was set right.

Kin; He always knew she would be there for him, and would care for him.

Dislikes::
Screaming; Whenever he hears a scream, even if it is only a child screaming happily while playing, his whole body tenses. They remind him of his mother's fits, when she would go livid with anger and attack him; screaming her poisonous words at him.

Traveling; Growing up, he always wanted to settle down in one place and just stay there. He never got the chance, and his life always seemed to get uprooted just as he was acclimating himself to a new home.


History::

Ahka flicked his tail impatiently. Already, the day was reaching its peak, the sun bringing a bit too much heat to the day. Lounging underneath an old oak, he watched from the dappled sunlight the others grazing and in the shade. His eyes passed over the males. While they were indeed strong and brave – fearless even – they could not interest him. Their foolish head-butting; their cocky attitudes. They were unintelligent and irrational. One female for all of their days, that was all that they centered around.
Imagine the horror. No variability in life.

Now, as his eyes passed from the males to the females, he let his mind explore. Watching the does’ supple movements, their graceful actions. They enticed him, and yet he had never even attempted the slightest bit of communication with them. They had their lives, and he had his. Better to not get a helpless female roped into his problems with him.

This was his way. He moved from herd to herd, never joining, just staying to attempt to find a link to his father, perhaps even something from his childhood. But, as always, there was nothing. With every group of females, he looked for the one with the markings the color of springtime, the coat the color of autumn leaves when hit by sunshine.
Nothing.

When you're alone, silence is all you see.
When you're alone, silence is all you'll be.
Give me your hand and come to me.

In some of his daydreams, he recalled the fondest companion he had ever known, his childhood playmate. As a child, he remembered her distinctly. they had wrestled, raced, and talked - living in a world only children know. She was his confidant, the one which he told everything to. And she didn't judge him for it. She was a small one, with a pelt that shined like golden wheat. And a vivid design across her pelt, the color of flowers in the spring. She had accepted him, and done even more. Treated him equally. He would smile at the memory of her smile, how it lit up her face as she wrestled with him as their mothers grazed. Her laugh, and how the very earth seemed to sing with her. The notes of her laugh were like music to him, music which he would hum on his loneliest days.

Kin.

When you are here, music is all around.
When you are near, music is all around.
Open your eyes, don't make a sound.


As a child, he would have lived in the meadow if he could, playing with Kin; never leaving her side. He became protective of her, although he could hardly protect himself at home.
His mother despised him. Wouldn't look at him, nor talk to him. When she did, her voice was full of hatred; and yet still vacant.
She looked on him with no love, no pride. He was a burden to her; all he was and would ever be was a hindrance. She would never quite come to terms with his father’s death, the loss that shook his future. It all went downhill, from verbal abuse to physical.

And so Ahka fled.

He hadn’t been able to tell his dear friend goodbye. Truthfully, he didn’t want to. Ahka couldn’t bear the thought of leaving Kin. Even now he doubted he could have gone back to say those horribly unforgiving words.

Let in the shadow, let in the shadow,
Let in the light of your bright shadow.

Once again, he was leaving behind another partial home, with its family which he could never fit into. He had long since given up looking over his shoulder as he left; now he only looked forward into the dreary horizon.

Unlike all the other times, however, this time he had no plan to find another herd. He moved with the wind, not wanting to catch any scent of familiarity. With each step, he forgave himself a little.

I’m sorry mother, for leaving you alone. I’m sorry father, that you had to go so soon. I’m sorry Kin. So, so sorry.

Eventually, his thoughts blurred together, and he lost his grip on reality. Dreams and wishes overflowed his consciousness, memories which Ahka had long ago buried finally surfaced. He saw her again, his dear Kin, running through the meadow’s flowers which so perfectly matched her markings. Her brilliant green eyes locking with his as they would prank the other younglings. The way they sparkled as she laughed her musical little laugh. And the way they looked down on him now, full of concern.

Let in the shadow, let in the shadow,
Let in the light of your bright shadow.


Except… that memory was unfamiliar to him. Their time spent had been happy, never marred by concern.

And so as he squinted his eyes against the sunlight, looking up from the spot at which he had fallen, his heart leapt from his chest.

When you are here, music is all around.
When you are near, music is all around.
Open your eyes, don't make a sound.


“Kin?”

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::Personality::


Soon after his birth he realized he would never quite be accepted. His mother had always told him he looked so similar to his father; and she couldn't stand to be around him because of it. She would leave him alone for days on occasions, and even when she was there, she was always vacant to him. Since his father's death - a tragic accident - he and his mother had hardly ever stayed with a herd for long. He quickly became distrustful, and struggled to fit into the social life of a herd. Because of his mother's actions, he thought of all as self-centered, untrustworthy beings. Including himself. Ahka began to battle with himself, caught between his mind full of downgrading thoughts, and his actions - trying to be more than he could be.

Upon meeting Kin, he slowly began to trust again. But not everyone. Yet as his life began to get better after meeting Kin, in many ways it got worse. His mother began to attack him, mostly with verbal barbs. However, as he neared a year and a half, his mother had resorted to physical abuse. While some part of him knew that it wasn't his fault, another, more prominent side of his mind pushed him to the thought that he was to blame for everything.

And so, he left that life behind. He became reckless, wandering and picking fights. Once he slowed down a bit, he began to study the characteristics of others, trying to see behind the masks they wore to hid their true "selves"; to be cliche.

And yet, after he became re-united with Kin, and started a life with her; he still has trust issues. She found him and nurtured him back to health, stayed with him through his nightmares as well as sleepless nights. He remained wary of others, but reached a point where he would allow her to be with him. Although several years passed before they officially became mates, she was there, and he leaned on her for support.

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::Artwork::

::
My try at a lineless piece. ::: Youngsters Ahka and Kin.



The lyrics in italics are from the song "Abigail's Song". I found the lyrics to fit perfectly with his misfortunes.

[Mozzy.]

Goennec Pen #:: 3
Name: Bassanio
Nickname: Anio
Gender: Male
Age: 12 years
Height: 2'4’’
Abnormalities: Nill
Extra Info: Beard and extra-long tail

How would you use him/her::

Bassanio will be used as a main character, one I will draw and order art of. He will have a long, progressing story that I will try to update every chance I get. I may even try my hand at the rp, since I don't rp at all it might be nice to try it out with Bassanio. He would be my first Goennec too, so he’s extra special in that way.

Define your Goennec::

Likes:
• Peace from the younger Goennecs; he is slightly short tempered with them
• Telling stories; he enjoys telling stories of great Goennecs before his time to entertain the kids
• Water; he loves to bathe and enjoys the felling of it
• Dandelions and Blueberries; these are his favourite foods
• Grooming his tail; it’s peaceful to him
• The company of females; Bassanio can be somewhat a flirt at times
• Thunder storms; Bassiano loves watching the lightning dance across the sky, and the smell

Dislikes:
• Thistles and other prickly bushes, they get stuck in his tail
• Summer, it’s too hot for him
• Fish scales; they get stuck in his teeth
• Pink. He hates the colour pink.
• Thunder; it interrupts his train of thought and most of the times scares the daylight out of him

Personality:
Well, Bassiano is a hard one do describe, personality wise. So lets try this shall we?
• He is fun loving and enjoys mucking around. But he isn’t lazy or neglectful of his duties.
• He loves girls, but he isn’t after what most other guys would be. He finds he can talk to them better than that of his own gender, making them more suitable companions.
• He is dreamy, but not completely out of it. He dreams of making the world a better place to live, one without fish scales and thorns.
• He is protective of the ones he loves, but not over-protective and obsessive.
• He is a helper, but not one that is constantly in the way.
• Lastly, Bassiano is caring and loving. He would always put others before him when it comes to safety.


Story:
I seriously tried to write a story, but there was just..nothing. Nothing I wrote was good, or made sense. Gah, frustrating having writer's block right now >.>

Well, now to think of something else to put here.

[Not me nope]

Goennec Pen:
#5

Name:
Teatro~
Teatro translates to 'Theatre' In Spanish. I somehow thought a word from a different language would fit great, espiecally if it related to his design. <3

How would you use him/her:
I would use him whenever I need some kind of art. Or even if I just need an example for my shop, espiecaly as he is a different spieces. I absolutely adore this spieces and would always try to get my art to look as close to it as I could. Teatro would definatly be in my signiture for quite some time too.

I won't forget about him and shove him at the back of my charries thread. I always take care of my adoptables, and rarely do I even even try out for an adoptable. To be honest, this is the first time in quite some time! I'm exited to getting round to making the history of this form and such, my favourite part. (Other than the art of course! (: )

Define your Goennec:


WIP.

[Desmond]

Goennecs Form List
If your form is not isted and you posted before me, or if you're dropping out, please post letting me know. :3 Also, please don't mind

my shorthand for your usernames.

1. Bucket
(Tam) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4740#p27277405


2. Ice
(Pach) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4730#p27262132
(Bub) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4740#p27314277


3. Matas
(Lir) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4720#p27229412
(TK) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4730#p27235932


4. Tofu
(Naw) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4720#p27217391
(LM) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4730#p27234674


5. Theo
(Mia) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4720#p27230206
(Bene) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4740#p27274443
(Henna) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4740#p27308922
(Becca) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4740#p27361834


6. Razzy
(Afr) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4720#p27224190


7. Fringe
(Cor) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4720#p27228974
(Snow) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4730#p27232519