~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[MirrorMask]

Guys we all need to stop,were fighting and etc. were all friends we need to act it.Come on there is no need to say "I bulked up my form!" we could possible look to see ok.I not pointing out one but all.

[Cashcash]

Ok sorry, cute avvie Axel btw. Ok going now to end spam *slinks into the shadows*

[Lirrie]

Oh sorry axel im getting a little short tempered because everytime i say you should bulk some i seem to get it trouble for it. I'm just giving useful advise but i will keep my talking to forms from now on. -.-

[Bison]

Seriously, Lirrie? It was obvious that I wasn't talking to you. You never mentioned your form's progress, but Cash did. Besides, you shouldn't be telling people they should be doing anything; that can be easily taken as rude, and obviously Cash was not happy about it. Quality over quantity, remember?
If someone feels the need to bulk up, they will. If they don't, that's their choice.

Now drop the whining and off-topic chatter. >.<

[Lirrie]

Sorry its just i just seem to rush into things and not think about it next time ill ask if they want my advise beside i wasnt telling i was suggesting. Anyway im going the lurk and not talk.

[Verd]

Can the "descriptions" Be a story? *has been writing a story for 3 hours and forgot to ask*

[Tam]

{ I also plan on making art as soon as I get my laptop up and running }



Goennec Pen #: 6

Name:
Barbaro/Bard

How would you use him:
I would use him as a beloved character, dote him with art, and join the Goennec RP. He'll have a special place in my heart, as I've never tried to adopt a character/species before.

Define your Goennec:


{ I accidentally forgot his facial markings because I was being rushed to finish this hopefully I can find the time to add them later, but I can't guarantee it. }


I would have to say that I cannot fully describe his full personality in words, as it would take far too much time, and too many words. So I tried to put it into a story. Hopefully it displays what I see in him personality-wise.

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"Bard, we shouldn't be this deep in." Prilla's timid voice crept up towards where the young ram was trying to force some bushes aside with his horns.
"Nonsense!" he bleated, shaking his head in an attempt to disentangle the trailing vines that had clung to the bushes. They were snagged thoroughly though, and he was caught by his curled horns. With an irritated snort he stamped his back hoof in frustration. "Prilla!" he bleated, shaking his head again.
"Hold still, you're always getting your horns tangled in something." her voice suddenly sounded lightly, just beside his ear. His struggling ceased and he stood still as Prilla reached her neck up to help pry his curled horns free of their entanglement. "And how you get them tangled up in such a ratty mess in a few seconds is beyond me!" she snorted as her teeth clipped through the vines and Bard pulled back, giving his head a brief shake and standing up straight again.
"Prilla, you worry too much. Leave the thinking to me." he snorted, looking dutifully back towards the bush. After a moment's hesitation though he turned the other way and began stepping through the less troublesome bushes.
With a tiresome sigh Prilla followed after him, her earthy brown and pastel blue coat flickering in the patches of sunlight she passed under.

There were no other goennecs with them, it was just Bard and Prilla.

"Hurry up Prilla!" Bard called from up ahead where he was successfully making his way through the forest. Always lagging behind, she worries that we'll run into another goennec herd and another other ram will try to take her or something. He sighed and shook his head; he didn't always get ewes, and Prilla was one of the first to tolerate him. I don't get why though! Sometimes it seems like all I do is nag at her, yet she still stays.
He chanced a glance behind himself and saw here there, where she always was. Just lagging slightly behind him, but never losing much ground at all. She's an even bigger mystery to me than a normal ewe! He thought, almost feeling exasperated.
She didn't stay for attraction, that much was obvious enough, at least in his eyes, so why did she stay? Ah well, it was no real concern of his why she tagged along with him. He wouldn't admit that he liked the company either.

As night began to fall over the dry forest they settled down under a bush in the gloomy twilight of the forest and he found himself glancing sideways at the female as she plopped herself down beside him and lay her head on her front paws, closing her eyes.
Why did she tag along with him all the time?...

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"Hey! Just what do you think you're doing huh?" a sharp voice jerked Bard awake and he staggered to his feet as fast as possible, but not before the other, larger ram gave him a light shove with his horns. "Get out of here! What do you think you're doing here? Can't you tell that this is where I'm staying with my herd?!" he bleated sharply, fixing Bard with a stern glare.

At first, Bard's words failed him, and he stood silent for a moment. He wasn't the boldest of goennecs, and this situation wasn't really an exception. Unfortunately for him, that gave the other ram time to notice Prilla standing just behind him. He shouldered young Bard aside and circled the stiff ewe. "My my, you're a pretty thing." he muttered, looking her over as he paced in a circle around her. Bard glared at the other ram, but was at a loss of what to do so he said nothing.

Prilla stomped ner front paw impatiently at the older ram and tossed her head away from him. To Bard's surprise though, she kept up her normally polite way of speaking. "I don't mean to be rude sir but, I would rather you not stand so close to me." she snorted softly, trying to back away a step.

The other ram stepped forward with her, his expression stern. "I don't know what you're doing so far from a herd, but a young goennec like yourself needs protection out in the forest. One never knows what's out here." he bleated, his eyes fixing on her intently. He almost looked like he refused to take "no" as an answer.

Once again, to Bard's amazement though, Prilla remained polite. "I thank you very much for your concern, but I'm sure Bard here is more than capable of keeping me safe." she said in a decidedly pointed voice.

The ram didn't seem to like that answer because husband ears flicked backwards with displeasure. "And just what makes you so sure of that?" he growled, letting his gaze turn towards Bard, who was staring back defiantly. "For all you know he may not know how to fight off a mouse if it attacked him!" the ram snorted, his expression holding amused disdain.
What!?! Who does he think he is?! Bard thought, feeling his blood boil from the stinging insult. He was pulled out of his furious thoughts though by Prilla's exclamation.

"Hey, stop! Leave me alone!"
Bard quickly looked over towards her to find that the other ram had actually begun herding her away, and she was helpless to do anything but verbally object. "Bard do something!" she bleated frightfully, stumbling backwards to avoid being bumped by the large horns of the big ram. But before she could say any more, Bard's curled horns rammed into the other ram's side, knocking him to the ground with a loud snort of surprise.

The sting of the insult had been bad enough, but when the ram started taking Prilla, he'd gone too far. Bard had charged at all speed that the short distance would allow and hit the bigger ram square in the side.

Now he pawed the ground challengingly and lowered his horns towards the male who was staggering upright and shaking his head from side to side in fury at being humiliated by the younger ram.
Without hesitation the both of them sprang forward and there was a loud clack as thier horns met and they pressed against one another in a battle of strength; each one trying to push the other off balance.
They both reared back on an unspoken cue then slammed their horns together again with a clack that hung in the air a minute afterwards.
Bard's eyes narrowed as he glared into his opponent's eyes, and the other male glared right back. To his own misfortune though, Bard could feel himself being forced backward, one slow step at a time. I can't let him beat me! Bard thought determinedly. But how could he win? The other male surpassed him in both strength and size, the two key elements to winning. His mind raced wildly to think up an answer to his predicament. But nothing came to mind.

He found himself wildly fighting to keep his ground against the other ram, and through a sudden, miraculous burst of strength he pushed off with his back legs and sprang forward. He later assumed that it was the adrenaline of the thought of being beaten by the headstrong, cocky ram he'd challenged that gave him the burst of energy.
The other ram gave a bleat of surprise as Bard's forward momentum caused him to stumble and trip backwards onto his back. He lay there a moment, thrashing in an attempt to get back onto his feet, but Bard put both his front paws firmly on the ram's stomach and let out a warning bleat.

The other ram fell still, knowing he'd been beaten, and the humiliation was clear on his face. But Bard didn't languish in the glory of his victory, but stepped off, allowing the other male to clumsily crawl to his feet again.

"Come on Prilla, I don't want to stay here any longer." Bard snorted, turning aside and beginnig to pace off through the bushes.

The other male watched him apprehensively a moment, then wheeled about and bounded back through the forest to his harem.

Prilla trotted briskly after Bard so as not to fall too far behind him. "Bard? Why didn't you claim his harem? You beat him fair and square in a fight!" she snorted as she caught up with him.
He looked at her out of the corner of his eye and let out a snort himself. "Why would I want any more females to worry about?! You're trouble enough already!" he bleated, then trotted ahead.

He was pushing aside a bush when he felt a restraint on his horns. A single glance upward confirmed for him what he needed to know.
His horns were tangled in some vines again.

"Prilla!"

[Skylarr.]

Goennec Pen #:
4
Name
Corbett
How would you use him/her?:
RP for sure. He would go in a character thread once I get my third Goennec they are all getting a Goennec thread. And right when I was posting this I knew he was the one because I said to my mom, "He's gorgeous, isn't he?" (I would buy art of him too)
Define Your Goennec:
Life Story:

Corbett is a tall and clumsy boy. He was always being made fun of when he was a little guy because his long legs compared to his small body didn't match. HIs father was very dissapointed with him and his mother stood in her father's shadow, so didn't say much. He hated that about his father, wouldn't let his mother say a word that was against his father's own opinion. As he got older, his mother got quieter. He would sometimes cry, or at least tear up, when his mother wouldn't respond to him or respond in the words his father would have. Soon Corbett grew into his legs and was taller than his father. He threatened him one day, which soon turned into a bloody fight. It was pretty even, but Corbett soon come out on top. He told him to leave his mother alone, and because he won the battle, his father had to. After that day, his mother poured out to him for a week. Apologizes, stories of when he wasn't there.. Just everything that happened. His mother and father parted and Corbett took care of his mother for a while, but once she got over it she was fine. Now he lives a strong life, I guess you could say sort of care-free.

Personality:

Corbett can be shy, but is mostly outgoing and I guess you could say he flirts a lot with the ladies, but doesn't like to call himself a ladies man. He grew up a gentlemen, so is honest and gentle with everyone unless he needs to fight back (like with his father). Even though he is gentle, he has a really short-temper and can blow up sometimes. He's had a few incidents where he was really close to starting a full on fight with another male, but never a female because he knows better then that. Corbett is a very strong and athletic goennec.Very fast, too.He likes a crowd, but doesn't mean he mind take the silence of being alone. Even though he's grown into his long legs, he still trips every now and then. *chuckle* Over all, Corbett is a nice companion and a great, but rowdy and clumsy friend.

A Little Story:

I woke up to a smiling sun. It was a bright cheerful morning and I knew it would be perfect to be out and about. I got up and stretched. My tail flicked back and forth. I smiled to the sun. I knew I must've looken like a dork...Oh well!
I walked by my friends and said hi, talked for a bit then went on with my way. I ventured further out into the plains than normal, but it was a risk I could take. I prnaced through a meadow and right when I was going to pounce into the forest I smelt something. Something wrong. I turned to see a large timber wolf. Stalking towards me.
I could've screamed, but I chose not to. I circled as he did, waiting for him to pounce. I already had the plan in my head. The wolf would pounce, I would dodge, run off and loose him, get back to the camp, report it and get rid of it. I smiled and thought about how smart I am, then snapped out of it as the wolf pounced. He just barely missed the lunge, still getting scratched in the side, but successfully ran into the forest.
I looked around, fear flaming in my eyes and found the scent of the camp. He ran at full speed to the camp. Dodging everything with ease and finally came to...Uh oh. The mountain. I had taken the wrong route and now had to go around the mountain. I ran and ran and ran, soon getting to the forest, but now I could hear the vibrations of the wolfs steps pounding on the ground. Panicking, I took off again. I looked back to see where the wolf was at, but it was a stupid move. I tripped over a hole in the path and fell over my damn hooves.
The wolf was nearing by the second and I was clumsy from fear and I was taking too long to get up and then the wolf pounced on me. I screamed and found myseld positioned underneath a big male wolf. He was salivating and I could tell he was hungry. He snapped down at my face, but luckily I dodged and lunged my own attack, clinging to his muzzle. I ripped away and blood dripped perfusely. I smiled and snapped again, hittting the wolf. I found his weakness, defense. I smiled with triumph. I lunged and my teeth found his throat and I ripped a lot of meat from it, but not enough to kill him. It squealed and ran into the mountain. I stared in awe as he ran and I raised my head proudly.
I walked back into camp to share the story with my friends. I still share the story with the younglings. I guess you could say I get carried away with it, but who cares. Everyone has their moments.

[June Bug]

x_x so many pages. Sorry if someone asked a question that wasn't answered. My day was unexpectedly busy, as will either tomorrow or Thursday be. If you still ned a question answered, feel free to ask again =3 Thank you to all those who tried to keep the spam down, I feel there may have been even more for me to read through without you.

Since this place is getting much more active and there is so much competition, I'll be revising my rules a bit to suit the bigger crowd C: Mainly adding in 'no pity posts' and 'no bragging'. We don't take pity posts, your winning or losing is based solely on your form, so posting them is not only pointless, but annoying to everyone else C: and bragging is pretty rude. Even if it isn't your intent, please read over your post and think 'will this sound rude to someone else if I post it?'. C:

[rainingdarkness]

Homg. @.@ All the goennecs this round...so gorgeous.

Question, because I don't remember seeing a yea or nay in the rules...are we allowed to apply for more than one? X3
Never mind, I found the answer. ^^;