
Goennec Pen #: 7.
Name: White Tail.
How would you use him/her: I'd love him, commission art of him, write about him... Everything that would show he's loved.
Define your Goennec:
White Tail's FamilyKira: Mother; White Tail tried to stay as far away from her as possible, as she always tried to stop his fun.
Maple: Father; a very shrewd goey, he never spent any time with his kids and tended to like being alone.
Blueberry, Raindrop and Pussy Willow: White Tail's older brother and two younger sisters, who he was very close to.
Dandelion: Beautiful yellow goey, who was White Tail's best friend.
Personality Shy, calm and subdued, White Tail preferred to be alone then with a group of rowdy goennec's his own age. His best, and only, friend Dandelion loved to play games with him, which he enjoyed as much as she did.
As he matured, he started to get a little more outgoing, which helped both him and those around him.
HistoryWhite Tail's soft green eyes blinked open, and he began trotting around the tree-covered clearing, stuffing his small muzzle behind every tree, obviously looking for something.
"FOUND YA!" He squealed as his muzzle butted into the soft yellow coat of a fellow goey kid. The kid yelped and began running away from White Tail, who had just beat her at hide and seek. White Tail called,
"Wanna play tag?" His soft voice carried over the dark, dull morning like a thunder clap. The other goey quickly turned around, her bright red eyes shining.
"Your it!" She snorted, before running headlong away, with White Tail on her heels. Then they heard the sounds of their mother's shouting, and they exchanged a disappointed look before returning to their herd.
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Now being around 7 months old, White Tail still loved games, but his favorite things to do were no longer frolicking around the meadow playing tag, or playing hide-and-go-seek in the tree-covered clearing. He now had two little sisters in addition to his older brother, and he had more fond feelings for Dandelion then he had when he was younger. One morning he was returning from a walk in the woods, and he took the way back to his herd that went along a small creek they drank from. He noticed the familiar shape of his mother a short ways away, lying beside the creek. It wasn't unusual for her; she liked to lie in the sun and listen to the water running over the rocks.
White Tail began to approach her, to ask where his sister's were, when he noticed something. Upon closer inspection, he realized there were several deep, fresh gashes on her neck, and her eyes were closed. He nuzzled her pelt, but she was cold and unmoving. White Tail stared for a moment, before pelting away to the herd, blinded with rage for whatever had taken her life. Finally he collapsed from the exhaustion his anger caused. Moments later he felt a soft muzzle pressed against his neck, and he looked up to see the familiar, deep red eyes of Dandelion.
"We heard." She murmured sadly, burying her pointed muzzle back into White Tail's neck.
"We have no idea what did it; it must have caught... caught her by surprise. We're planning on moving the herd, to be safe." She added, her voice choked. Dandelion had never been particularly close to Kira, but knowing she was dead was still terrible. White Tail and Dandelion went back to their herd, and soon after the herd went back on the move, with Dandelion caring for Pussy Willow and Raindrop. When everyone awoke the next morning, Maple had also disappeared; no one knew what had happened to him, but White Tail figured he'd left, too brokenhearted to think straight.
WIP!