~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[AlteredReality]

Goennec Pen #: 7
Name: Native Dancer (I love the name so I'd keep it ^^), Native for short
How would you use him/her: I'd love to join the Goennec rp and I'd probably do some art of her.
Define your Goennec:
Story
Native's violet eyes glittered in the moonlight as she gazed at the beautiful night sky. A breeze ruffled her fur and she sighed as she stared at her hooves. Just a week ago, her mother had sat there next to her, telling stories of days gone by. Native already missed listening to them almost as much as she missed her mother. A flashback of that horrible day raced through her mind.

"Run, Native! Keep up!" her mother called frantically. Native looked back over her shoulder as she saw the huge bear chasing after them. She looked back ahead and followed close behind her mother. Native's eyes flooded with fear and her heart was pounding hard. She looked back for one quick second and didn't notice the root lying up ahead. She tripped, skidded across the ground, and fell unconscious as her head hit the hard earth. The bear had almost caught up to them. "Native!" her mother called. She whipped around and ran full speed, stopping to protect her daughter. She stood over her and her fur bristled as the bear stood up on its hind legs. Although she was more terrified than she had ever been before, she couldn't let anything happen to Native.

Native awoke to see her mother's jaws locked onto the bear's throat.The bear tossed her off and she hit a tree. She got up and jumped on the bear from behind in an attempt to scare it off. The bear twisted around in a split second and raked its claws deep into her underbelly. Native got up as she watched at a distance and tears began to flow down her face. "Mom, run! Follow me!" Her mother stood shakily to her feet and sent a pained look at Native. "No darling, just go! Leave me!" Native's tears began to flow faster and she turned and ran further into the trees. She didn't dare look back...

Native began to sob harder than she had on that day. "It's all my fault..."she whispered to herself. She sniffled and shook her head. "No...mom wouldn't let me blame myself." She rose to her feet and headed towards the large field that lay below the ledge she was standing on. She curled up near a tree, not wanting to sleep, yet not wanting to stay awake. The breeze once again whistled through the trees and it was almost as if she could hear her mother's voice calling to her.

"Just because you can't see me...or touch me...or smell me anymore, does not mean I'm not still with you. I live on through the earth around you--the beautiful flowers, the waterfalls, the trees, the moon....but most importantly, I live in your heart, and you live in mine...and no one can ever take that away from you...

Native opened her closed eyes and smiled contentedly. She hadn't realized that she had stayed up all night until the rosy light of dawn began to peer over the horizon. She shook the grass off her fur and padded silently across the field to a small lake. She looked at the pale orange sky then at her reflection, then back at the sky. Just as a new day was being born, so a new stage of her life was beginning. Life would still continue as it had since the beginning of time. The cycle of life and death was all a part of nature, the way the earth has always worked. Everyone and everything is in existance for a reason.

"I just have to discover my reason," Native thought to herself.

Personality
Native takes after her mother, who was very in tune to nature and the earth. That is why she chose to give her the name Native Dancer. Native sees beauty and creativity in everything and believes that everything in life serves a purpose, no matter how big or small it may seem. She loves to play in the water and run through the forests. She can be shy at times, but she can also be very amiable and humorous. She isn't interested in a relationship anytime soon, but possibly in the future, she may settle down in a long-term relationship. Native's never afraid to get dirty or go on adventures, but she isn't reckless. She thinks things through before acting and uses her logic in risky situations. At times, she can be a bit stubborn but is always open to try new things and never thinks someone else's opinion is inferior to hers. Her favorite season is summer because all the earth is in full bloom and she can admire the plants in all their glory. She tends not to sleep very much, as she finds pleasure in rising with the sun and staying up with the moon. Most importantly, she always looks ahead to the future, knowing that dwelling on the past will only bring more pain. Native is neither a leader nor a follower. She sets off on her own path and follows it wholeheartedly.

Poem

The stream trickles and babbles its song,
as the voices of birds sing along.
The grass sways in the breeze,
the leaves rustle on the trees.
I spot a deer leaping across the meadow,
and soon it disappears into the forest's shadow.
The mice scurry and the chipmunks hurry,
as they prepare for the winter nights so cold and blurry.
My small hooves sink in the soft mud
and my paws move along without the slightest thud.
The gray clouds move swiftly across the sky
and warn me that a storm is nigh.
As the pure white snow begins to descend,
I am sure that the days of warmth and sun have come to an end.
The earth will soon be covered in a blanket of white,
and the cold frosty air will rule the night.
The flowers will wilt, the trees will stand bare,
no animal will stir, not fox nor hare.
The pond will transform into a sea of glass,
but I need not worry, alas!
Springtime shall arrive and the plants will revive!
Everything that was dead is now made alive.
The sun sends its rays to warm my smooth pelt,
and soon tells the ice and the snow to melt.
I bleat and prance near the river's green reeds
and watch as the wild fruits once again bear their seeds.
So my dear friends, you must always remember,
that though you feel alone in the bleak cold December,
and you ask why you should even keep trying,
when on the inside it feels like you're dying.
the sun will return and the clouds will disappear,
and though it seems far, the answer is near.


(Ok all done )

[Brisa]

I was stuck between War and P.E, but seeing iBrevity'd form has made up my mind ^^

Nuu, well, at least I tried XD
You will give her a good home hatter, because if you dont...
*takes off a big bat*

[! october]

Goennec Pen #:
One

Name:
Thrice

How would you use him/her:
From the moment I saw Thrice, I was in love. As I gazed at his image upon the screen; his struggles, thoughts, and feelings seemed to pour from him. I felt a connection with him; it was as though his past was spread out in front of me, and he was asking me to be his scribe; to document his life on paper. When I look at Thrice, I see part of me reflected in him. He has the same dark green eyes as me, that seem to shine with not just with wit and intelligence, but also a kind of pain from his past. Pain from memories that have went unforgotten, and rivals unforgiven. To me he seems perfect in every way; I've never felt as deep a connection with any other character that I do with him. It is my wish to document his life and his story; to be the scribe for a voice that cannot speak. He would have a special place in the website that I'm currently working on for my Goennecs, and I would do many, many scetches of him.


Define your Goennec:


I have lost everything. When my most cherished friend left me, she took my heart, my soul, and my love with her. Not intentionally, of course. I am now nothing but a shell of a my previous state; where every day was just a new adventure with her to wake up to. Now I wake up to being kicked in the stomach; and every day is just another day of toture and slavery for the Prime and Prince. Her spirit stays with me; mabey that is why I have not gone insane in these conditions. I know that the only one who will ever love still waits, and that even death could not sepparate us. Sometimes when I cast my gaze to the heavens at night; to bask in the glory of a million stars I can faintly feel her fur against my own. I never realized just how much I cherished her until I lost her; and now I am stranded here in the evil, violent world of the living. I cannot wait to escape from its clutches. For me, death cannot come soon enough. My love died honorable in battle; which is more than I can say for most females. She had deep violet eyes that I could lose myself in, and sandy fur that shone gloriously in the sun. Her heart was pure; and she perservered through all of the hardships she faced. It has never mattered to me that we could not mate; our relationship was a purely emotional and intellectual one. My only regret is not being in the battle where she died; not saving her from her attacker, and showing up when it was too late. I still believe that she heard me whisper "I love you" before her spirit departed. She waits for me now; and I wish only to be reunited with her.


Thrice is intelligent and witty; and a very good strategist. He spends a lot of time pondering the long-term effects of his decisions; and rarely acts rashly. The phrase "glass half empty" can be applied to him, for he has difficulty seeing the good in bad situations. He has a certain cloud of gloom that shrouds him; for he is litteraly a prisoner in his own herd; and despises the Prime and the Prince because of it. Thrice loves Emeresque with his whole heart; and some might say that he lives only to die so that they can be reunited in the afterlife. The problem is; the Prime is willing to do anything to keep him from dying. Thrice enjoys watching the heavens and night; for that is when he always feels the closest to Emeresque's spirit. He refuses to take a mate; and often will leave the herd during the siv so that he can avoid all of the females. Thrice does not like violence; and detests being the Prime's strategeist; for Thrice knows that all he is doing is causing the deaths of innocent Goennecs; and therefore he knows that his chances of making it to the afterlife with Emeresque instead of hell decrease by the day.


History:

Thrice was born into a herd of great and strong fighters. It was always obvious that he would never be able to match their strength; but he made up for it whith his agility, speed, and intelligence. He was often called upon by the Prime, who he destested, to create battle strategies and cart the herd's way in the murky waters of battle. In his herd females had the basic role of bearing young for the herd. Females who fought were looked down upon, for according the the Prime, they were wasting their purpose. One female tried to change all of that. Emeresque was born around the same time as Thrice; and they were very close friends from the start. She was a lovely female, with deep violet eyes and fur the color of pale sand. But there was one problem with her. She was too small. Everyone in the herd knew that she was much too small to bear kids; but during the siv, the males didn't care. She fought off any male who tried to mate with her; whether it be a loner or the Prince himself. Because of her size; Thrice took to calling her "Tiny."

It isn't uncommon for two creatures to be friends for a very long time; and never realize that they actually love each other beyond the realms of friendship. Thrice always knew that he loved Emeresque; but he didn't understand just how much she meant to him until after her death. Emeresque always insisted on fighting with the males. Mabey it was a glint of murderous hate in her violet eyes; or mabey it was they way she confronted them; proud and strong. Whatever she did, it worked. After much arguing, the Prince would allow her to fight. Mabey it was because he just wanted her dead. If that was the case, his wish came true. After coming safely out of twenty-nine battles; Emeresque fell at the hooves of a huge male; a gash in her neck bleeding uncontrolably. That dark day part of Thrice also died.

It was a ghost that saved Thrice from his depression. A small ghost, with deep violet eyes and pale sandy fur. Her name was Emeresque; Tiny to some. Most spirits depart immeadiatly to the afterlife when they die. Some linger because the choose to wait for those left behind. Her spirit showed itself to no one but him; though other herd members have been known to see shimmery hazes in the air around Thrice sometimes. During the siv he kept their old ritual, leaving the herd to escape the Goennecs drieven to violence because of their lust. She never spoke to him; yet she was there. And to Thrice, that was all that mattered. For he knew that when his time came; they would enter the afterlife. Together.

The herd soon became so driven by a longing to spill blood that they began to travel from their normal territory; fighting with any herd they could fin; hoping to be "the conquorers of the earth." The Prime did not allow Thrice to leave when he demanded to leave. Why would the Prime let his main strategist go? Thrice soon became almost a prisoner in "the herd of hell," as he called it. When he refused to kill or create battle plans, he was not threatened with death, for the Prime knew that Thrice longed for death. Instead, Thrice was beaten and wounded, and then forced to continue his duties. He only perservered through these times because of Emeresque's spirit; who stayed by him always. In the shadow of pain and death that he was froced to live; she guied him, and waited. Waited for him to join her in a much better world. And Thrice waited too.


Heaven

thrice woke up with a start; figuring that the Prince was there to give him his assignments for the day early. nstead, he found himself gazing into the deep violet eyes of Tiny's spirit. She motioned with her tail for him to follow, she she led him out of the camp in the valley, past the guards. They stopped at a rocky outcropping; and he sat next to her, smiling when he realized for the millionth time that she was a head and a half shorter tahan him, even though she was older. Thrice cast his gaze to the heavens; basking in the glow of a thousand stars; and enjoying the presence of his most cherished friend. After a while he turned to the beautiful small female beside of him and murmured, "Tiny." She layed back her ears at him; that nickname always annoyed her. Still, affection shone in her violet eyes. "I love so so, so much. Thank you... thank you for waiting for me." She nodded once, as if saying;I love you too, you're welcome. The things that he would later face suddenly didn't matter to Thrice, because at his side was his true love, who would wait for him forever. And to him, that was all that mattered.

[Nearmagic]

Goennec Pen #: 4
Name: Braydon ~/~ Saitus{Say-tus}
How would you use him/her: As a character, he would have a spot in my Character Thread; and I would order/draw as much art of him as possible. I would like to later adopt a Goey to be the female in this story, and breed them in Kam's breeding program. After/If I get her I would join the roleplay with the pair. :3

Define your Goennec:
"Braydon, do this," Braydon, do that," "Braydon, your father would never act like that."


"I'm tired of it!," Braydon complained to his only sister, Sai{Pronounced Say}.
"I know," Sai said quietly; leaning on him comfortingly. "Maybe we can have a name for you; between just you and me?" she said, her voice squeaking with young excitement. "How about I call you Tussa?" she spoke, eyes wide.
"Nawh, that sounds like a girl name. Maybe just Tus? I like that." Braydon said. "Anything that doesn't mean 'Son of Bradon,'" he muttered to himself.
From then on, at least by Sai; Braydon was called Tus.

~~a few months later~~

“Come on Tus!” Sai shouted to Braydon, who was lagging behind her.
“Coming!” Braydon panted back; wishing he had as much stamina as his sister. Noticing he was getting tired, Sai slowed her pace. The two knew each other well; since birth they had been inseparable.
“Come on,” she encouraged. “We are just about there.”
Together they reached their favourite spot. They had come as young Goennecs to tussle and play; but now they enjoyed sitting around to sunbathe. Overhead, a majestic oak tree swayed in the breeze. At the base they lay, grass dancing around them. Trickling quietly, nearby a brook sang its daily song. Their spot was not close to the rest of their herd, which pleased both Sai and Braydon. They didn’t have to deal with the herd swarming over Braydon, just because he was the leader’s son. He was always doted on, but still criticized for any little thing he did wrong. To Sai, it seemed as she invisible to the herd. The only time they paid any attention to her was when they were asking Braydon why he hung out with a lesser Goennec like her.
Sai had the same mother as Braydon, but a different father. She wasn’t wholly accepted by anyone except Braydon; and that is the reason they are so close. Even her own mother acted like she loved Braydon more. Though she had to go through all this; Sai loved Braydon more than anyone else.

~~~~

Braydon opened one eye lazily; and his body froze in fear. “Sai,” he whispered, “Run home as fast as you can. Don’t look back. I love you.”
As soon as the words were uttered Sai was awake, her body changing from relaxed to rigid in less than a second. “I’m not leaving you,” Sai whispered; keeping her eyes closed.
“Please, go.”
“Only if you promise you are coming with me.” Sai uttered, her words not allowing any opposition.
“Fine. Turn around slowly; and don’t look behind you. When I say ‘Go.’ ” Sai nodded slowly when Braydon said this, acknowledging she had heard.
A few seconds passed, before a quiet “,Go!” was heard by Sai. She turned to face the direction they had come from, and began to run; having no idea what was behind her.

As soon as Sai started running, Braydon stood up to face the bear. He only wanted to distract it long enough to let her get away; his body and mind were frozen in complete terror. Finally he snapped to his senses, and began running the opposite way of Sai, to keep the bear away from her. It looked like it wanted to maul someone, so Braydon assumed it had cubs nearby.

Sai stopped only 10 feet away, and looked back at Braydon. She was shocked at what she saw. Goennecs were terribly afraid of bears, why was Braydon taunting it? Letting out a gasp, she ran back towards the bear, and Braydon..

“Sorry, Tus. Come on, we have to get ho...,” her words were cut off as the bear came down on them. Braydon jumped sideways, but didn’t have time to pull Sai out of the way. She let out a shriek that could be heard hundreds of feet away. The bear picked her up; and carried her away in its’ jaws.

Braydon saw three Goennec figures galloping towards him as he faded into darkness.
~~~~
“Ohhhh” Braydon moaned softly. His eyes fluttered open, and closed once more. Regaining his memory; Braydon struggled to lift them again. “Hello?” he said, more of a question then a statement. Three adult Goeys surrounded him. “Where is Sai?” he questioned, his eyes showing how worried his was.
“She is dead” one of the Goennecs said emotionlessly; a hint of a smirk on its face.
“Why didn’t you save her?” Braydon asked, raw emotion displayed across his features.
“Our primary concern was you, Braydon.” One said sweetly, as if it was speaking to a child.
Springing to his feet, Braydon snarled as best he could. “Never. Call me that. Again.” The words came out coldly, and anger burned in his eyes. He was holding back physically, but struggling not to kill them. “Leave.”
A look of shock came about the Goennecs. With wide eyes, they scrambled over each other to get away from Braydon’s presence.
~
---------------
~
“Come on Tus. Wake up,” a female voice said as her paw prodded his side.
“Whaaa?” *Saitus said groggily; beginning to stretch.
The female sighed affectionately. “You were having The Nightmare again,” she murmured; pressing against his side.
“Tell me again how you found me?” Saitus said; fondly remembering the story from when he was younger.
~
---------------
~
“This part you know, but I have to say it because it was part of the story,” the female began, looking at Saitus.
“About a week after you had your outburst; and denied your name, you went to the stone that all the herd leaders have their names engraved into. Since you were to be the next leader; being the current leader’s son, your name was there. You crossed out your name, and ran blindly away.”
Saitus nodded, signalling for her to finish the story.
“ My mother found you curled up underneath a bush, in the middle of a rainstorm. She brought you home, and I realized who you were. It has been a long time since that day. But it still amazes me each time I think of it.” The female finished the story, and Saitus grinned.
~
---------------
~
“It was very surprising for me. I would have never imagined who you really were back then, or that you had survived.” Saitus said; looking in her eyes.
Just then, the female Goennec’s mother came up.
“I see you two are talking about the past again? It was horrible for me to give up my daughter to your mother, Saitus. I just wanted her not to have to live a loner life like me. But I suppose it was what we, and you were made for. None of us are fit for life in a large pack.”
“Moomm! We weren’t to that part yet! You ruined it!” the female said teasingly to her mother.
“Oh, so you never said that your real name is Masi, and that that is why your ‘mother’ in that pack never really loved you?” her mother teased back, a grin on her face.

“Come on you two!” Saitus chuckled. “No time for bickering! Come on!” he shouted behind him as he lead them to a special place. Soon they were there. A majestic oak tree swayed overhead, and a small brook trickled nearby.
“I love you Saitus.” Masi, formerly known as ‘Sai’ said quietly.
“I love you too Masi,” Saitus murmured, letting her lean on his shoulder. “You know, I think I’m glad we weren’t really siblings.”

* From that point of the story Braydon is Saitus.
Art By Me:

[MirrorMask]

Goennec Pen #:
3
Name:
Withirm
How would you use him/her:
For the rp,I will get him art and treat him like family.
Define your Goennec:

Goennec Pen #:
1
Name:
Blood
Extra;Name reasoning:
I wanted to name her something different and unique.Once I took a close at the fur on her back and saw the bloody mixed in it,I thought why not name her blood after her fur.
How would you use him/her:
I would use her for the Goennce role play,also for the new and coming breeding area.
I would:
Prize Her and do my best to make her the best she could be.I would make sure nothing and I mean nothing would harm or loss her.I would protect her with my heart ,and make her feel as if real.I would also get her art and show her in my signature and make contest for her.I will lastly put her up with her own picture gallery and page on my new Character/Fursona website .Very last and sincerely, I would really use her for as much as i could and do as much as I can for her

Define your Goennec:

Name:
Blood
Nickname:
Heart gold,Ruby
Birth place (describe if wanted):
A den in the rolling hill of the middle west (State/city unknowm) small but nice and warm.
Species:
Goennce
Describe it's home or homeland (If wild):
Larger than average den but not huge,very green and healthy.Not really touched but humans but campers come and go.Warm days and cold nights,many animals thrive all over.
Hobbies/Pastimes:
Hunting,watching the sunset,sleeping
Talents/Skills/Powers:
Very skilled in hunting,a slight power/talent in blood bending

Family:
Mother:
Dead
Father:
Alive
Brother/Sister:
alive
Other:
Unknown

Personailty:
Blood is mean and selfish.She is a hater and judging,but she wasn't like this before he tough life alone and abused made her like this.She was very sweet and friendly,but that all changed.Blood is now a hard shell being,she has many problems and is unstabled.She can kill if she gets upset and angry.She doesn't know how to be kind because over the years she haven't been in contact with anything and she only lived on the rules of the wild.She will allow you in her life but you'll have to live and learn off her rules.You'll have to live unfair until she would fully appected you and then you see the goodness that is left in her.When you reach this in her you'll be living the good life she will give you all her food and be the sweetness thing taht could be ,helping you out when ever and however.But this is very hard to do.

Bloods likes/favorites:

Favorites:

Color:
Red but a fiery red
Place:
Near a sunset
Food/drinks:
Drinks:
Cold cold water,or berry juices
Food:
Any meat really,onion grass and berries
Animal:
Anything bigger then her.

Likes about about a "Thing" (Human or animal):

Kindness?
Yes likes, should have clams Blood
Caring?
Yes, when she gets hurt shell need a caring "thing" to help her out
Helpful?
Same above
Grief/Guilt?
Depends on who or what
Anger?
Depends,yes if it is to everything she is angry of.
Be able to think freely?
Depends
Anything else?
She likes evil minder and clever "Things" to.She would enjoy a good flirt and a male.But she could be find with a good girl pal.They must be willing to give up there life and willing to be with Blood no matter what.They should be brave and have killer and good hunting able.They must be curious and mysterious,they have to be rude and mean to strangers,but are able to lighten up after awhile.They lastly should be a loner and have evil ambitious.


Bloods dislikes:

Least Favorites:

Color:
Blue any blue
Place:
popular with anything not food or water
Food/drinks:
Drinks:
salty water of human drinks
Food:
Anything not eatable or hard to catch
Animal:
Anything she can kill or beat in battle

Dislikes about about a "Thing" (Human or animal):

Kindness?
Hates when it's at others
Caring?
When to others
Helpful?
To others
Grief/Guilt?
When it's over something dumb
Anger?
At Blood
Be able to think freely?
For dreams and dumb random reasons
Anything else?
Nothing really she doesn't like anyone with a pure good heart


History:
Childhood:

My life was unpleasant and harsh,my first memory or thought was the worst but it keep going until peace rested on my golden shoulders.
"She is shining?" asked My father
"Yes dear she is fine let she if it is a birth thing, you know?" answered My mother
My father snapped back "No I do not know,she is probably cursed give her to the wolf."
"No!Risk our child just for your eyes don't see her beauty!" Boomed My mother.
"How dare you talk to me like that!" My father snarled and a Smack broke the fight into dead silences.He added little later "Go give it to a human or live it in the gem caves,it looks like one.Be quick the other ones need you."
My mother sadly nodded and picked up me and trotted out of the den site.She got far enough to rest,she nestled down in an abandoned fox den.Tight fit but cozy enough to call home,she laid me near her belly to suckle.
Which of course I did,when I was done.I circled around crawling towards it's mother's head.
the mother smiled and licked the young ling.
I squealed in surprise and happiness.
My mother giggled and said "I'll be with you till our last breath."
I tilted my head and I fell on my side and squealed.
Days Later.....
The rottening smell of a dead body fill the my nose.My eyes shoot open and my mouth made a frown in disgust.I looked around but alone fly bodies I could see on a mound that smell like my mother but wasn't.I my shook head confused and crawled away snarling at nasty flies.I finally got out,I looked about and smiled at the nice clam pretty outside.Flies swarmed around me buzzing "Will die," or "Food."I snarled and growled snapping at one and killed it.
The flies yelled scarily and flew into the fox den.
I chuckled happily and crawled away trying to get up.
As the sunset,I grew my balance and then it began walking.In short burst, usually crawling more than walking.
My life was going to quick,this was the worst part that and I was going to meet my father.
I looked at a den with the smells of my mother and others.I traveled long and hard and I stand here panting for my life.I walked into the den shaking and sniffing.
A snarl hit my ears and plumbed me over,as the darkness stirred a whimpered.A hackle raised and then an evil voice boomed "You come here little one!I know your shining fur my blood."
"Blood?My fur?" I asked looking at myself,I noticed I did have a shining coat which dulled in the low light.Then everything fit together.My first thought as I got whack was This dude is my father...Just great.
I got throw deeper into the den the smell of death reeked in the place and i saw one dead little body.My eyes swelled up and I felt pitiful as I again got whacked.I fling into a corner and whimpered "Why would you do this to me?I'm your blood?"
"No your the blood I'm going to spill,and bury you under!" My father snarled as he lunged.
I saw his teary eyes as I dodged his pretty and groomed yellow long shaggy fur,that was speckled with orange red.After I dodged I ran to him and jumped up into the air and spin into a killer top spin.I forced myself threw him.I landed on the other side panting, blood swelled around me and engulfed me.I watched with wide eyes as my fathers body smashed to the floor and I hissed "I'm your nightmare your blood,The blood my mother is spilling!I'm the true blood." I saw my brother and sister crawled out and I snarled at them.
They yelped and flipped back into there cover.
I chuckled and ran off thinking I did everything I had too. But I was dead wrong.
Adulthood:
I grew... a lot I aged and was mateless Like i wanted on the outside but in my heart it was different ,I was about to meet my biggest challenge
I ate my regular meal of onion grass and meat with some berries.I licked my chops as I was about to take a bite,but my meal was gone I snarled and looked around.Growling at every movement, I saw a shadowy body and a flicker of a tail.I think it was gone.But I was sure it would be back,I went over to wear it was and smell the ground it smell like something I knew but I couldn't put my nose on it, as I walked away i remember it was it smelled like my mother and father...My sibilings! I looked about to find them but they were long gone.I sighed and ate my berries and grass which they left and headed out to catch something ,something meaty.
She searched hours but the forest and everything seemed liveless,the way she liked it but not on an empty stomach.I sniffed the air and smiled.....deer.Problem was it was a lone bulk calling for a mate in the middle of spring and trust me this was hard!
I stalked it until it reach a meadow,I lowered myself in the long grass and trotted until I was right in his face I jumped.
It yelped and marched off and bucking me off.
But I had a tight grip and ripped into him,tearing off flesh and dripping blood.I back flipped off and smiled as a collapsing noise landed behind me.I looked back and I was outraged my meal was being dragged away I snarled "Let it go unless you want to be in shreds!"
There was yelp and a shriek and a burst of wind that blew some grass.
I laughed and smiled with her yellow stained teeth.I felt something breath on my neck and I looked back and growled "Get away my food." But I shouldn't have done that!
It was a beast,looked like a mutt between a wolf and a lion.It snarled and jumped me pinning me under it's huge furless paws.
I yelped and snapped at it nipping at it's paw.
It snarled and pinning me harder,It giggled and licked my face.
I snapped at it and bit on it's nose ripping it almost off.
It snapped back and smiled and said "This will be fun!" as he went for the kill about to snap of my neck.
I was able to roll out of his killing pin.Don't ask me how. I jumped it and tore into it's neck saying "No this will be fun for me!" and i bite into it's wind pine blood fill my mouth, i jumped off and looked as it gasp for it's last breath.I walked in front of it and stepped in the forming blood puddles and I repeated the same that I said to my father "I'm your nightmare your blood,The blood my mother was spilling!I'm the true blood."
The beast fell and I ate my deer dinner happily.I found my hobbie then....winning
I woke up the next morning cover in blood and bones oh and a rottening body.I sighed and looked around for a river of puddle to wash off.I really didn't want to those were the smells and blood of my wins.I did "luckily" find a nice large rushing river with chilling waters.I drived in and enjoy the rushing waters between my paws and in my ears.I saw a shape in teh corner of my eye and I looked.I male burly and tough stared me down I smiled and said "Hi"
He said back "Hi."
[b]Love at first sight,he was good and everything i really wanted in life,he gave me more and more everything.I'm stopping here because It only gets more lovey beyond here,but it revealed me more.I hope you enjoy my "tail" and hope that you get one too.

This was my older form to other,I lkost and I can and will reuse.

[Toadfoal]

I'm in love with War Admiral. <3

>> Of course you are. xDD I didn't even see this when I posted my form for him. Oh well. Good luck then.

I'm up against you again? Lovely. X3

And me, this should be interesting. XD

[MixMatch94]

I'm in love with War Admiral. <3

And me, this should be interesting. XD

Count me in too >3 I love me some competion 8D

[! october]

You too? This shall be very interesting indeed. X3

[Cashcash]

http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&p=4499416&sid=2d1fb71236100de6c57ee7c5f2c25e52&sid=2d1fb71236100de6c57ee7c5f2c25e52#p4499416

done my form, can some one tell me how to improve it please!

[iBrevity]

I'm out.
I lead a way too stressful life to be doing this again this week.
Good luck everybody else going for number one.