~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Skylarr.]

Any forms yet??

[Lirrie]

Yeah everyones got at least one.

[Skylarr.]

*looks through them again* I might go fort the chimaera, the phoenix has too much good competition, but I still might try (will fail though)

[! october]

Goennec Pen #: Affected Pen #1
Name: Cycle (male) Being born on the night of an eclipse, he was named this because of the moon cycles.

How would you use him: I am an author, a writer. Unlike many I do not come up with story ideas before I see a character. Instead, I look closely at it, and try to imagine what it would be like, how it would act, how it would speak. I am my characters' scribe. Therefore, when I lose a character, that idea is gone. When I lost Chansom, I was heartbroken; because I viewed my loss as an idea down the drain. It wasn't untill later that I realized that I hadn't really lost Chansom. I may have lost the pegasus goennec, but the spiritual essence of a character is something that can't be taken away, since it a figment of your imagination. I now see that I can keep Chansom "alive" through Cycle, and write their story as planned. Of course there will be no detailed descriptions of her; she shall just be a "white female goennec with large, feathery wings." Since losing her, I've felt even more of a connection with Cycle, and now pray that I'll win him. I have tough competition for him, but I'm still going to give this my all. He is my last chance to be able to write this book, since I've always refused to transfer my ideas to other characters. Thank you for reading the following form, and considering what I've stated.

Define your Goennec:

Cycle is known to us as the Seer of Time, parter to the Judicator of Peace. If it weren't for her connection to him, we would have murdered him long ago. He is a danger to us, and we only live alongside him because of his connection to the white winged one. Cycle influences her decisions of who lives and who dies; and is the reason that so many of us are executed. Personally, I long for the day he dies. My parents were sentenced t death simply because of some stupid vision he had. Others believe that he is a gift from the spirits, but they are wrong. The spirits would never have called for the deaths of so many.

Cycle is a very special young Goennec. Though he is blind, he can see with the use of his third eye, a belief that comes from Egyptian mythology. Through intense concentration, he is able to receive visions of the past and future. He helps Chansom make her decisions with these visions, and is hated by the herd because the decisions usually end up causing many deaths. Cycle has a very calm and stern air about himself, that hides his true feelings underneath. He often doubts his visions, and wonders is they are really sent from the spirits, or if he is simply being manipulated by creatures from the underworld. He only is able to live with his position because his birth was prophesized by the spirits to be a miraculous gift to the herd and that alongside the Judicator of Peace (Chansom's position), the two of them would be able to restore the herd to a place of glory.

Cycle has no friends beside Chansom, and therefore values their friendship very much. He confides in only her, and trusts her with his life. Chansom is the only Goennec that he allows to help him walk and stand, and is the only one who cares enough to help him. Cycle lives a very lonely life because of his seclusion from the rest of the herd, and dreams of being accepted, even though he knows that it would be impossible. He refuses to admit to himself that he loves Chansom, simply because he doesn't want his feelings clouding his intelligence. However, deep inside he longs to be close to her and to share a relationship with her. Sometimes he shares his visions with her, a time where their minds are virtually connected, and therefore a time that Cycle treasures.


History

Cycle was born into a herd that lived secluded in the northern pine forests, where the ground was always coated with snow, and temperatures were frigid. It was a very large herd of sixty goennecs, and one that the leader had no control over. It wasn't uncommon for a young male to sneak away with some of the females. When that happened, the rest of the herd would go after them and slaughter them as punishment. The spirits, of course, were not happy with this, and soon sent a prophecy that told of a Seer of Time and a Judicator of Peace that would restore the herd to greatness. Soon after, the dove-spirit "blessed" a young female, and Chansom was born. It was a year later when the Seer of Time, who would be her partner arrived.

The Seer of Time was born during a dark yet magical time, an eclipse. The birth of a child should be a joyous event, but as soon as Cycle entered the world, his father dropped dead. It was a very bad way to start off a life, and Cycle was greeted with feelings of distrust from the moment he was born. Even his mother was wary of him. Only Chansom bothered to spend time with him. Soon enough, his condition was discovered, and the already high feelings of hate for him escalated. The rumors that he was evil were confirmed when his mother mysteriously died as soon as he was weaned from her milk. Little did they know that he was sent to save them all.

Cycle learned of his ability to use his third eye through dreams, where he was instructed by an ancient Goennec spirit. By the time he was a year old, he had mastered his unique ability, and was ready to take his place at Chansom's side during trials. He hated the trials. He would stand beside Chansom on the stone of speaking, while he waited for her to question the accused Goennec and was forced to stand unmoving while the herd glared at him. After a long period of questions and answers between Chansom and the accused. Cycle and her would return to the small rocky cave, where they would discuss what had happened, and he would advise her based on his visions. They would then go back out on the stone, high above the herd, where Chansom would call out her decision, whether it be one of life, or of death.

The trials are not easy for Cycle, because every time he influences Chansom in a death sentence, one more spirit is added to those who haunt him constantly in his dreams. Since he is not able to walk or stand, he isn't able to escape the herd's camp often, and views the cave behind the stone of speaking where he and Chansom sleep as his refuge. When he isn't receiving visions from the spirits, he is able to control his power, and is able to view any event that he wants to. The only thing he can't witness is his death, even though he wants to find out what it will be like. Since his parents died before he knew them, he often chooses to have visions of them, even though the visions only sadden him. He is able to learn from the things he sees, and has never regretted his visions, except from one in particular. The vision of Chansom dying. A vision that has haunted him since he first saw it, and will never escape his mind. He's even more frightened by that vision than he is of his nightmares. Even though he knows it would be impossible, he constantly tries to think of ways to alter this future.

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A Death Vision

Rain poured outside the small cave, and Cycle tucked his nose tightly under his tail, and tried to sleep. A foot away from his lay Chansom, her steady breathing reassuring Cycle, and allowing a sense of peace to overcome him. Oh Chansom, you're so beautiful, so special, so delicate. I wish I could tell you how I feel, but even I haven't totally figured it out yet. Maybe someday I will, and then we can be together for eternity. He smiled slightly, and sighed quietly as thoughts of her clouded his mind. Suddenly his senses began to fade, and he knew that the spirits were sending him a vision. Is now really necessary? He felt a sudden rush of wind, and then he could see. He sat in a snow covered meadow that he recognized to be part of the herd's territory. He saw a dark shape moving at the edge of the clearing, and a feeling of dread overcame him. Who is that? The dark Goennec paced back and forth, lashing his tail as his large paws left indentations in the snow. Looks like this won't be a good vision. His thought was confirmed when he saw Chansom and him entering the clearing, laughing and talking. He tried to call out to himself and her to watch out, but he could make no sound. They strode right past him, not noticing his presence. Then, the dark Goennec struck. He flung himself at the future Cycle, pinning the much smaller Goennec to the ground. With a fearsome cry, Chansom sprung up in the air, flew high, and dived at the dark shape. She crashed into him, and he was instantly killed. Chansom's own death was slower. She lay on the ground, her eyes half closed as the future Cycle dragged himself towards her.
"Chansom. Chansom, can you hear me?" the future Cycle pleaded, his sightless eyes wide.
"Of course.." her voice was weak, and both Cycles knew that she didn't have much time left.
"Why..." The future Cycle's voice was weak and thick with emotion.
"Because I love you, and I always will..." her voice faded to nothing, and the real Cycle could see her spirit departing from her body. The ghostly shape looked at him once, then disappeared.
"I love you too, so, so much. Chansom.." The future Cycle gently touched his muzzle to her own, and Cycle woke up in the rainy stone den. Love. Love is what I feel for her. Cycle scrambled over to her and prodded her with a paw.
"What?" Chansom blinked herself awake, confused.
"Chansom, listen to me. You have to promise that you'll never, ever love me."
"What?!"
"Please," he begged, his voice desperate. You'll die if you love me.
"Cycle, I can't promise that. Please, just sleep." she turned over, lying her ears back. Suddenly she looked at him again. "You had another vision, didn't you?" It was more a statement than a question. He nodded slowly, his head low. "Cycle, whatever happens, we'll take it on together."
"Yes, but-"
"Cycle, no."
"You'll die," he whispered, his voice heavy with sadness.
"Of course I'll die. Even you can't prevent that." Suddenly he smiled.
"Well the promise me that you'll outlive me."
"Fine. I promise to outlive you." Chansom rolled her eyes as she spoke, wishing that he wouldn't do this to her in the middle of the night.
"And I promise to outlive you. There, see? If we both outlive each other, neither of us will die!"
"You know that won't work."
"It's better than spending the next years thinking about your death." He tried to keep his voice optimistic, but deep inside, he knew that he would never stop thinking about what he saw. I love you, Chansom.

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A Decision

"Ready?" Chansom asked to Cycle. He nodded in response, leaning against her for support. Together they slowly walked through the curtain of tundra grass onto the stone of speaking, where they stood side by side. The crowd gathered below parted, allowing two Goennecs to lead a large, cream colored male forward. Chansom began to ask her usual string of questions. What crime did you commit? What were your motives? What was your goal? Who else was involved? Did you plan it out? Cycle tried not to look bored as the sniveling male answered her questions. After this went on for much too long, Chansom nodded to the crowd, and retreated to the cave with Cycle.
"What do you think?" she asked, her voice quiet.
"Obviously this male is threat, as is anyone who tries to smuggle off females from this herd. I don't care what his motives were, he needs to be dealt with." Cycle's voice was firm, and he tried not to betray his emotions inside.
"You're right, I guess." She sighed as she continued. "I just wish that we didn't have to be the ones to announce his sentence." Cycle nodded.
"I wouldn't tell you to do make this decision if it didn't need to be made."
"Thank you," she whispered, and gently brushed her muzzle against his.
"For what?" A strange feeling that he now knew as love clouded his mind, and his thoughts became distant.
"For being there beside me when I have to do things like this."
"I'm your partner, aren't I? This is how it's meant to be, the Seer of Time and Judicator of Peace side by side."
"I'm glad that you're my partner."
"As am I." He brushed his muzzle against her cheek, then they stood and returned to the crowd. The gathered Goennecs seemed to be holding their breaths, excited to hear from their judge, jury and attorney; all rolled into one. For a moment Cycle imagined what Chansom must look like at the moment, standing tall with the sun shining behind her, lighting up her white fur and glorious wings. At the moment she must truly look like the child of the dove-spirit.
"I have made my decision. This male is to be executed as his punishment." Her voice rang out, clear and strong, and as the herd cheered, the male was led away.


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Nightmares




Cycle curled tightly into a ball, waiting for sleep to take him. Unlike many, he dreaded its arrival. More specifically, he dreaded the dreams that came with it. He had never experienced a pleasent dream; all of his were of those he had sentenced to death, threatning and haunting him from the afterlife. He couldn't run away from them, he could only sit on the cold ground as the dead stalked throughout the mist, whispering rumers of his death and demise. He longed for Chansom during these times, yet she was never there. He was truelly alone at night, stranded among the dead for hour upon hour.

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FIN

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Thank you for reading this, Kam. I'm up against another great writer this round, and I pray that this will be enough for me to win Cycle. I wish to write a book about him and Chansom, and I can guarantee that it will be 10X as amazing as this form. I could only describe so much about him and his abilities here, but I hope you can see just how treasured he would be. :3

[Soccerlvr]

D: My form's not got a chance. I'm going to try, though, for the Pegasus is my favorite Goennec of them all {Even past ones xD} by far <33

Goennec Pen #: 3
Name: Erion
How would you use him: I think he would end up being Alaska's mate, if I get things right. I would remember to get art of them all :3
Define your Goennec:

Obviously still editing :3

[LunarFaith]

Goennec Pen #: 5
Name: Griff
How would you use him/her: Definitly in the RPs <3 And he is so beautiful that i might just make him his own story instead of adding him with the others
Define your Goennec:


Griff
Male
2'4"
Naturally colored
Mythical qualities
2 Tails

His story

I sit in a field full of normals. Full of Goennecs that are accepted and loved. They stare. They stare alote. So what if im different? Well i guess it matters because there still staring. But they know nothing do they? Im am not different, i am simply unique. Yes im red and pink. Yes i have feathers. Yes i have no horns. But i am not wierd, i am not stupid, i am not odd. I am simply me.

I never knew that life would be this hard. My mother try to hide the fact that i am an outcast, that i am not the same, but i know. I know everything.

I had always been wierd. When the other rams got mates, i did not. For they did not understand. I did not like females... I did not find them beautiful like other rams. I liked males though... But i could not say it aloud. Some males accepted me... But i think they knew...

I was gay.

My mum didnt mind. She thought it was sweet, but my dad. Oh my dad. He didnt like it. He didnt like it one bit. He tryed to make me change. He tryed everything. He beat me... he used me... but i was still different. Nobody understood me, accept my best friend. Nook did not see me like the others. He knew i was gay be he accepted me for who i was.

Then things got bad. When i was 3 me and Nook traveld down to the field for some fun. Maybe a butterfly chase or two. But me dad was there, waiting. He told me to leave, he needed to speek with Nook. I had no choice. I had never had a choice. So i left. I walked down to the river for a quick drink, thinking the chat would not take long. When the cool, soothing water was done slipping down my throught i trotted back up to the field, my red and golden feathers trailing behind me.

And there he was.

Nook lay in the middle of the field, coverd in blood. I begged him to wake. I begged him to hold on, just one more minute. But he was gone. My father killed my best friend.

All because i am gay.


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[MirrorMask]

Does the Chim have to start as a chimarea?Or can we make it a normal Goennce and then it becomes the blend?

[Kit-Kat]

well darn >.< toad will pwn me if ya try XD

(you should sign up for the rp!)

Nu, don't worry! I was only going to go for her if it looked like no one else was. 8)

squeals- idk if i can i sign up for cs without anyone knowing im in so many things i could ask but i bet it would be a no my bro has the control for the computer (sulks)

[BlissfulFarrago]

Dang, I love Fai. But I don't want to try and lose again. =(

[Lirrie]

I wouldnt ggo for the uni those who do are faced with the possibility of their fingers falling off. >;D Cause thats how long im going to type, till mine fall off.

Lol with an imagination the size of mount Olympus and being a unicorn lover to, hehe this is gonna be fun,