Goennec Pen #:
4
Name:
Killian- meaning Strife or battle Small; fierce in Irish
How would you use him/her:
I have a love for Killian's design, firstly. He would be a good friend for Garnet, possibly a mate in the future, and i plan on using him in the Goey RP when i get around to joining it.
Define your Goennec:
His Story
(History)
The wind howled through the valley. The sacred boulder at the top of the valley threatened those in the valley as it rocked to and fro dangerously. Killian looked up at it and the sapphire blue sky that shone behind it. The bright sun beamed down into his eyes and he looked away. He looked back towards his mother, who was staring at him encouragingly, gesturing for him to begin. He felt a small amount of rage, wondering which genius had made the ritual of climbing the mountain to become a full member of the herd. The rest of the herd began gathering around the bottom of the mountain and Killian looked forwards, clenching his teeth together. He remembered the argument he had had with his mother earlier that day…
“But mother, what is the point of risking my life for honour? Why cant I just become an adult of the herd without climbing to the top?”
“Because, our family is in shame. Climbing the mountain will bring us pride and honour. Risking your life will make your life so much better. Everyone will want to talk to you. Without climbing and making the journey so many have made, you cannot be an adult”
“It’s ridiculous though! I don’t want to!”
“Fine then! Be like your father! Run away! Leave your family like the monster your father was! It runs in your blood, of course…”
Killian shook himself and shuddered, before leaping down from the rock he stood on. The Goennecs gasped and stepped away from him as the head Goennec, Cuchillian, stepped forwards. “Why do you step back?” He asked. Killian shivered. “I do not wish to climb the mountain,” He said. Cuchillain puffed up. "You do not wish to climb? Then you are not welcome here," he said harshly. He kicked Killian and winded him. He keeled over in shock and pain, and Cuchillain stood over the young Goenec, bearing down on him and looking very aggressive. Killian stood up and tears streaked down his face. His mother would not look at him, nor would his friends. Cuchillain looked at the herd. “This Goennec has shunned our ways, and as such, we will shun him. No-one in this herd is to look at him, talk to him, or help him during his life. From today onwards, Killian ‘Slew’ will never be involved with any member of this herd, not even family. We will give you one hour to run from our sights, and if you are not gone, we will make sure you are gone forever; dead,” He said, speaking to the whole herd. Killian felt shame rising up inside him and more tears fell. He looked down, and suddenly shot off through the trees, branches whipping against his face as he ran. He felt drops of blood falling down his brow but he tried to ignore it. The sky grew darker by the moment and soon, large, thick thunder clouds covered the sky. Thunder boomed and echoed throughout the valley, and forks of lightning struck the ground and the trees. One stray fork hit the pine infront of Killian, and soon, the flaming tree tipped, falling onto the young goennec.
Killian's eyes flickered open and his gaze met with a young female goennec. She was coloured a rusty red, and her eyes shone brightly with energy. "Are you okay?" she asked worriedly, prodding him with a paw. Killian groaned and winced at the pain of even breathing. He felt like he was on fire, probably because he had been, of course. He almost laughed at the irony, but stopped himself. "ughhhh" he moaned, his throat gurgling. Blood seeped out of his brow, and whimpered. "You know, you really are a big baby," The female giggled. Killian managed to shoot a glance at her and yelped in pain. He rolled onto his stomach and placed his paws infront of him, shakily getting to his feet. He immediately fell over again, but tried once more and got up. "So, are you okay?" The female asked again. Killian nodded. The female grinned and nosed him to his feet, before leading him to her shelter. Rain began falling over the land, much like the previous night. Killian felt a sudden pain, remembering his herd, and how only days ago he had been running with his heard. A small tear fell from his orbs, falling to the ground like the rain around him.
Killian sat down in the shelter and watched as the female skittered around the shelter, grabbing and pawing through leaves and herbs. “What are you doing? And what is your name? I didn’t catch it,” He asked, feeling his strength returning to him. The female looked at Killian and managed a smile, though she looked utterly stressed. “Im finding something to ease your pain. I’m Garnet. What is your name?” Garnet replied. “I am Killian,” He replied, still watching her as she raced around the shelter again. She padded towards him, placing a bunch of small, black blobs at his paws. “Eat the poppy seeds, they will make you feel better,” She instructed him as she patted something onto his now freely bleeding wound. “I’m just putting something on your wounds to stop the bleeding,” Garnet murmured to him. As dawn neared, the two Goennecs lay beside each other, in an almost instinctive, silent movement, so as to stay warm as they slept. Neither Goennec had slept in many hours, though it felt like moons, and so as they closed their eyes, the world immediately shut out to them, and soon they were deeply asleep.
Garnet opened her eyes and prodded Killian. He stood up and yawned, watching her as she began walking outside. She turned to look at him and smiled. “Come on, sleepy head. If you are as hungry as I am, you are gonna need the best food there is,” She said, before breaking into a run. Her speed was like that of a fox, and Killian found himself meekly following after her, unable to run at her speed. When she halted, he let out a long, relieved sigh and collapsed onto the grass, laying on his back. The afternoon sun shone onto him and Garnet, her rusty red fur looking almost orange as she bent to take a mouthful of dandelions. She swallowed the flowers and smiled. Killian rolled over and stood up, nibbling at the grass. It tasted so very good; crisp, juicy and sweet, unlike anything he had ever eaten before. He smiled and uttered one word; “Yum….” Garnet giggled. “Its good, I know, right? Its really weird how good it is. I don’t know why it’s good. I suppose there is a good reason, just not a known one,” She rambled, her voice filled with pride, as if she owned the field. Killian smirked. Suddenly, a rumble from afar echoed through the land. Killian’s head immediately snapped up and looked in the direction of his old herd and his heart suddenly sank with fear. The giant and ‘sacred’ rock that was placed on the top of the hill in the valley that he used to live in was rolling down the hill, into the valley. Killian suddenly heard a scream- his mother’s scream- and fainted.
Friends/Family:
Mother: Asha
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Mariah, Zorion, Tiah
Friends: Garnet, Sasha, Hannah, Zac, Inamak
Crush: Garnet
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Acquaintances: None
Enemies: Asha, Cuchillain
Legend- Strike = Deceased/Missing/ Unknown