~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Lirrie]

Yay I love guessing games. X3

[bangarain]

Goennec Pen #:4

Name: Kaze {Up as Seattle Slew. ;3}

How would you use him/her: I'll make sure to add him to my character thread, and continue his story, if I got him. <3 And also try to order art for him, and if not ,definately draw art for him instead. I would also hopefully use him in the RP, but since it's offsite, I'm not sure I'd be able to join. XD;

Define your Goennec:
Kaze is a spunky, outgoing goennec who likes to explore and, though he can be cautious around others he doesn't know, he can make friends pretty easily and usually has long-lasting friendships once they're formed. He loves joking around and having fun, and often likes to just run all of his stress away, kicking up pebbles or leaping through the feathery grass that likess to tickle his hooves and paws. Kaze can also be overprotective, however--he will protect his friends at almost all cost, and will if he needs to. He can be strong-willed and stubborn, which can be either a positive or negative, depending on what goennec you ask. Some would say that it's a bad trait, that it will only lead to trouble. But not others, and not Kaze himself. Others will argue that it's an admirable trait; one a goennec should be proud to posess. But, like nearly all other goennecs, he does get lonely if he isn't with others for a long period of time. However, every once in awhile his independent streak shows itself. Sometimes, Kaze- likes to leave the herd to explore and live on his own, and upon his return he often encounters a hard, tugging decision. Would he ever dare to...leave? To go off on his own, and maybe, just maybe...eventually...lead a herd of his own? Or would he not be able to leave the herd he has called home for so long; really, his family?
Often he wonders this, and who knows...someday it may be the very thing that makes his story so different, so much more than that of other great {or, not so great} goennecs in history.

History:

The morning sun shone gently, illuminating the once-shadowy forest, making the cool, crisp dew sparkle in the pure brilliance of the sun. A gentle breeze, barely a whisper, ruffled the ocean of feathery grass, seeming to bring a sense of calm. The once sharp, crystal-like shards of ice now melted, turning into just a few harmless droplets of water, which clung to the sprouts of wispy grass that had just emerged from the winter's chill.
Soft green leaves rustled gently in the purr of wind, sending a single emerald leaf spiraling into the air, then floating lazily back to the mossy forest floor.

This day, seeming so normal to any other creature who lived on this grassy plain, edged by a beautiful wood, was just the opposite of that for one small goennec and his mother. This was the day that Kaze came into the world, the start of his life. It was a morning that seemed almost like a miracle; as was the coming of the warm season, spring.

"Mama?" A small, slightly-high voice spoke, sounding cloudy with sleep, but still streaked with a zing of excitement. "Ma-whoa!" The same voice cried, as a tiny heap was sent tumbling to the ground, sending up a puff of dust.
He was no ordinary creature--not fox, nor goat; but...a mixture, yet a species recognized as its own. This young male was a goennec--an extraordinary animal, though still--he was just a baby, a kid.

His name was Kaze; named for the gentle breeze that seemed to bring the forest in which he was born a certain calmness...or maybe it was just the relief that came with the passing of winter into spring.

He was definately a handsome young goennec, his fur an amazing dusty grey that was streaked with a velvety black; the beautiful ebony shade of the edges of the sky at twilight. Not only that stunning combination marked his pelt, however. His flank was swirled with exquisite white stripes; the hue of a gentle dove's feather. His spiky mane was the same tone, soft and feathery, but still short and was spiked almost straight up.
But despite his striking coloration, what really distinguished him from other goennecs was his eyes...a vibrant shade of emerald, surrounded by a ring of olive and highlighted by s few streaks of pale sea green. They shone brightly, sparkling with emotion--whether it was a pang of sadness, or a strike of excitement, his eyes showed this. When he was feeling down, they seemed to become almost foggy, like storm clouds gathering at dusk before the thunder rumbled and lightning struck the earth. When he was ecstatic, they shone with excitement, glittering with a blazing light that only could be compared to the sun. Kaze was, in no doubt, a very good looking young goey.

Kaze sneezed, shaking his head to rid his silvery grey coat of dust, and to clear his head. His snowy white mane bounced as he moved his head, the tips already growing longer and more like a grown goennec's mane instead of the spiky mohawk that characterized most kids. "Mamaaa!" Kaze called again, and scrambled to his paws...and hooves. He glanced around, scanning the cozy burrow in which he was born, searching for his mother, a doe of a silvery grey hue and blue eyes that reminded him of the crystally clear pools that were nearby the den, their very depths almost sapphire. He loved her, and though he had been extremely overwhelmed the first time he had met the herd, had grown to like some of them as well. Kaze was now just over a month, and he had been wanting to explore even more than he had when he was younger. He yearned to explore the depths of the forest--and beyond; the vast grassland that was circled by a ridge of mountains that his mother told him the rest of the herd--and his father lived.

{If it's not okay to include a little description of his mom, just let me know and I'll take it out ;3}
Normally, goennecs lived with the herd, but his mother had chosen to find a secluded, peaceful place to give birth and begin to raise her son. She did not like living alone, however; but once Kaze was old enough, at a a month and two weeks, she would return to the vast plains that she knew very well as her home--it was where she was born; raised, and loved. It was also where her mate lived, Kaze's father. It was as if they were meant for eachother--and really, they were. They had met when they were kids, and become fast friends. Gradually, their friendship grew into love, and even though they were unsure about this at first, they soon realized that they were meant to be together, and were both "soldiers" rank in the herd, and when she had told him about her leaving to raise Kaze while he was still young, he had promised that he would wait for her, whatever it took, and though she could tell from his eyes--their normally vibrant green cloudy and streaked with pain, he couldn't come, he had to help the herd, even though he wanted more than anything in the world to come, he would wait, wait for his mate, and his son to return to the herd.

"Mama!" Kaze cried, his shining green eyes bright with laughter, as he leapt up and bounded over to her, thrusting his head into her silvery fur. "Kaze, my dear little Kaze," she murmured, nuzzling him affectionately. "Look, mama, look!" he exclaimed, after greeting her. He took a step back and looked upwards, wrinkling his forehead as to try and see his ruffled mane, where someday his horns would be. "I think they might be starting to come in!" He said, tilting his head, elated.

Kaze's mother let out a soft laugh, nudging Kaze affectionately. Although she knew that his horns wouldn't be fully coming in for awhile yet, she obliged, investigating his forehead. His spiky mane had started to flop over so a few strands of feathery white hung over his grey fur, and she chuckled softly--he was growing so fast! "Maybe!" she encouraged, knowing that they would in fact start to bud soon. She knew how excited he was for his horns--he would pretend he was a grown goennec, pawing at the ground with his hooved feet, challenging an imaginary foe. Kaze loved to imagine this--he would spar at the nonexistant goennec, dodging possible attacks and laughing the whole time, his eyes shining with enthusiasm. "Yeah, that's right! I've got you now!" he would taunt, then fall into a heap, rolling around with laughter.

She smiled at the thought, then nudged Kaze gently. "Come on, little one. The sun's rising--let's find you something to eat, then we can go out and explore."

"Yes!" Kaze cried, his voice echoing throughout the hollow, sounding as if he had wandered into a cave, far beneath the ground. His stomach rumbled, growling with a fierce hunger that he had been oblivious to just moments, heartbeats before. He thought longingly of foraging in the dim wood, nosing through the delicate carpet of moss and bracken that tickled his paws and hooves, and uncovering a delicious dandelion patch, a delicacy. It was his favorite! "Mmm, mmm..." he sighed, his stomach almost thundering with pangs of emptiness. "Yeah!" He agreed, shaking himself from his thoughts and gazing up at his mother, his eyes shining with excitement, and affection for her.

His mother chuckled slightly, her silky fur ruffling in the light breeze that softly blew through the forest, seeming to cradle it in its gentle arms. "Well, let's go then!" she laughed, nudging Kaze forward. Her eyes shone with a sparkling affection; this was true love.

Kaze gasped as she pushed him towards the entrance of the burrow, then shook his head, his surprise turning into a mischevious smile. He whipped around and, balancing on still somewhat spindly legs, butted her with his head, wisps of his ivory-colored mane covering his shining eyes. "Gotcha!" he cried, laughing. His mousy grey pelt was ruffled, and stuck up in odd directions, frizzy and unkempt. He flinched at first as his mother began to lick down his fur, then grinned, cuddling up to her.

A few moments later Kaze spun around, taking a deep breath, the cool spring air, streaked with dew, also laden with another pungeant scent. "Huh?" he murmured, tilting his head in curiosity and lifting a hoof as if to take a step forward. "What's that?" he asked his mother, glancing up at her with curiousity glowing in his eyes.

Kaze's mother took a glimpse at Kaze, then took an elegant step forward, closing her eyes for a moment to help the scent sink in. She breathed in deeply, cautious, yet determined to keep her young son safe. She waited a few seconds, then breathed a sigh of relief. Of course this scent was unfamiliar to him--the owner of it was something he had never seen before; never experienced. And now, it was time for him to.

"Nothing's wrong, my dear little one," she comforted, nuzzling him gently. "You know ho I said we'd explore today? Well, we're going farther than I originally expected."

Kaze tilted his head, and layed his silky black ears back slightly, curious yet nervous. "What...what do you mean? We're not leaving already, are we?" Please, no! He pleaded silently--he liked the sound of the herd, but wasn't ready to...to leave what had been his home all of his short life! A small movement in the corner of his eye made him slightly jump, then he turned his head, his dazzling jade eyes wide with wonder. Then, a moment later, he grinned, spotting a tiny, crimson colored insect with glamorous black dapples crawling up a broad green leaf. He smiled to himself, reaching out a hoof to the ladybug, then watched as it took off in flight. I wonder where it's going... he thought, maybe to my future home with the herd? He glanced up abruptly, stirred from his thoughts, as his mama began to speak, in answer to his earlier question.

"No, we're not leaving--not yet," she replied, and a pang of worry stuck her for a moment when she saw relief flood his eyes; and his previous reaction when he had thought they would be leaving. Have I made the right decision? she thought, hoping for the best, Have Idone the right thing, taking Kaze away from the herd to begin his life? Or...have I made a mistake? What if this might be...bad for my son? She shook her head, her silky white mane, almost identical to Kaze's, as to clear her head from troubling thoughts. No, she must not hink of such things--she was nearly sure that she had done the best, made the right choice for her young one. Nearly sure.

"So, where are we going, if we're not going to the herd yet?" Kaze asked, relieved. He had been so worried--he wasn't ready to leave this cozy, warm burrow, lined with the softest mosses, so it felt as if he was sleeping on clouds. He would be ready, someday--he was nearly sure of that, but he wasn't ready. Yet.

"Far," she answered, but before he could interrupt, continued. "But, not as far as the Valley. It's a very important step in a goennec's life, one that shows that they're starting to grow up." She smiled, and pushed him gently with her muzzle, gesturing him forward. "Now, come along now. It's a long way, and you'll need your energy! Let's find some breakfast."

"Yeah!" Kaze cheered, and raced forward, laughing as he bounded through the soft covering of leaves and mosses, feeling the cool spring wind send ripples through his snowy mane. He spotted an oak leaf, still fresh and green, float lazily down towards the ground in front of him, and leaped forward, landing on it with his spindly legs, swishing his feathery tail. "I've got you now!" he challenged, then rolled over, bursting out into laughter.

Kaze's mother looked on, smiling to herself. Kaze reminds me so much of his father when he was a kid, she mused, feeling herself grow warm with affection at the thought. Always running and playing, challenging, and exploring. She had a sudden longing for the Valley, where the other young kids would be wrestling and playfighting in the milky green grass, laughing and romping together as the gentle spring sun shone down on them. The males would roughhouse, challenging eachother with horns that had not yet grown in, bragging, messing around, and having fun, all together. She knew that she would return someday--and someday soon, now that Kaze was over a month. They would reappear, and Kaze would experience all of this, and more. She knew that his father was going to be proud, as she was.
Her eyes twinkling at the very thought, she pawed at the mossy ground, uncovering a leafy patch of dandelion flowers. "Kaze," she called gently, beckoning him over with her tail. "Come along, I've found some breakfast!"

Kaze looked up at his mother's call, and spotted the patch of flowers, and grinned, almost from ear to ear. Dandelions! he cheered silently, and pulled himself up, abandoning the game. "Mmm, mmm." he complimented, trotting over to where his mother stood above the patch, excited. He glanced up at his mother for permission, though every part of him was screaming to just forget everything else and eat. "Go on, it's for you," she encouraged, and Kaze gaped at her, surprised. "All of it? Just for me? Every single little bud?" He could hardly believe it--ever since he was born almost a month before, food had still been scarce, unknowingly to him from the winter frost. But the forest was recovering, and his mother knew it. Food was abundant!

Kaze took a mouthful, and closed his eyes, letting the delicious, sweet flavor of the blossoms and somewhat bitter taste of the roots engulf him. While her son ate, Kaze's mother walked a few paces away to an oak, and stood up on her hind paws, so to strip bark from the trunk. She kept a watchful eye on Kaze, careful to make sure he wouldn't get into any mischeif that might put him in danger. Her cravings satisfied from her crunchy, yet tasteful meal , which had a slight tang of sap that had dripped on the bark, she returned to her son, who had just finished his breakfast.

Kaze sighed with pleasure, and looked up at his mama, green eyes twinkling with contentment. "So....where is this place?" He asked, looking at the ground and pawing at the leaves and moss, trying to play it cool, though he was slightly worried.

"The River," she answered, realizing as Kaze cocked his head in wonder that he had never before seen a river, or any moving body of water for that matter. "You'll understand soon enough," she promised, flicking him comfortably with her silky tail. "We're going to go there for a short while--we may have to stay for a few sunrises or so; there's alot for you to learn there."

"Like what?" Kaze asked, all nervousness now gone, and replaced with a desire for adventure. He shuffled his front hooves, his mind wandering to all of the possible things that he might learn. To fight? To leap? To...climb? To...to...well, almost anything!

"You'll find out when we get there," she chuckled, and motioned for him to follow her. "It's a very important skill, one you'll need all throughout your life. Now, come along," she laughed, trotting forward. Fishing, already...she thought, almost bursting with pride, affection for her son.

Kaze huffed, and whipped around, his ears folded back, and his nose high in the air with feigned anger. He twitched his tail and flicked his ears, looking very stuck-up, and quite a smug young Goey--but though it seemed believable, he wasn't serious in hig mock-arrogance. His eyes shone with laughter, their green rims twinkling with humor. Unable to continue with the act, Kaze turned back to his mother; and burst out in laughter and collapsed. He rolled around on the ground, the crisp leaves and mossy foliage tickled his fur, sending a welcome shiver through his body. "So," he began, but was interrupted by a large yawn, so his words were slurred. He blinked sleepily, then continued, picking himself gingerly off of the ground. "Is it fun? When will we get there?"

His mother smiled, knowing that the behavior was just an act--of all things, Kaze wasn't stuck up--at least, not so much that a blind vole could sense it, or any animal for that matter. "Very." she answered, and motioned for him to start walking. "Come along now, little one. And," she added, before Kaze could scamper off, "Save your energy. It's a long trip."

"Yes Mama..." Kaze obeyed, though he didn't sound pleased at all. Savng energy? That doesn't sound fun! He hung his head slightly, taking a step forward with a hoof, feeling the gentle covering tickle it, the cool, still damp ground feeling great, and comforting. Oh, stop it! he scolded himself, twitching his ears. I bet it'll be loads of fun! And, I bet my horns are growing in, too! Encouraged by these new thoughts, he perked up his head, and trotted after his mother, feeling as if a whole new world of opportunities open up to him.

*~*~*~*

The gentle sun had begun to fade in the evening sky, sending streaks of vibrant hues across the pale lavender sky. Swirls of pink highlighted the darker blues, and a strike of oranges pierced the darkness. The light-bringing sun that ruled the day began to set, giving way to the dark, cobalt skies, dominated by the moon.

"Mama..." Kaze murmured weakly, his head drooped and his legs shook with tiredness. He was worn out--no, ont just that, he was exhausted; he felt as if he couldn't move another step. He couldn't even dream to measure the distance they had come since the morning, the countless creeklengths and the hours that had come and gone. He felt more drained than he ever had before, and now understood why his mother had told him to conserve his energy--and how glad he was that she had! He knew that if he had run, or taken countless detours on the way, he never would hav been able to make it this far. His front hooves ached, and his hind pawpads felt rough and sore.

Kaze's mother pricked her ears, and turned to her son, feeling a pain as she realized how fatigued he looked--and really was. She knew that once they arrived it would be worth it--but for now, it was the longest trip Kaze had ever taken in his short life. "Don't worry, my little one," she murmured, nuzzling him gently and supporting him with her neck until his worn legs had stopped wobbling. "Just a little farther, and we'll find you something to eat and rest for the night. It'll be okay, I promise, my son."

Kaze looked up at his mother and smiled weakly, not realizing how hungry he really was until she mentioned it--milky dandelion roots, acorns, maybe even some of the delicious, juicy berries that bloomed near home! He could almost taste the amazing sweetness where he stood, exhausted. "Thanks, mama," he said, pushing his head into her warm fur, never feeling more glad and relieved that she was there than he ever had. Feeling steadier with his mother's support, he took another step, each making him even more tired.

A few moments later, Kaze's mother stopped, pricking her ears and inhaling, trying to catch wind of a certain scent, one she knew very well...that of a den, a shelter that would keep both her, and her young kid, safe. After a few seconds, a familiar, musty scent swamped her, and she smiled to herself. "Come, Kaze," she encouraged, and pushed her way through the thickets of brush until a mystical sound met her ears--running water, a river. Relieved, she called to her son, and gave one final shove at the tangled branches, causing them to fall--revealing the most welcomed place that she thought she'd ever set her eyes on. A small cave as situated by a smal stream, which ran cool and clear over the smooth, stony river rocks, which still shimmered in the gathering darkness. She could catch the smell of wild berry bushes on the wind, and was sure she would be able to find some soft, rabbit's ear moss to line the slick cave floor, a burrow hidden from sight. It was a near-perfect place to spend the night, one better than she had ever hoped for.

Kaze cocked his head curiously, though his legs still ached and shook with tiredness. "Huh? Wh...what is it?" his question was interrupted with a yawn, and he gave a long, drawn out stretch, feeling the comfort seep through him, warming his body. He blinked, squinting through the blanket of the night; the sun had set and it was almost completely dark. His green eyes seemed to glow in the eerie darkness, and followed his mother carefully, ducking under an old, rotten log that had blocked the path, cloaked by moss and speckled with fungi. He picked his way through the thicket, and gasped as a bramble thorn scraped his fur, narrowly missing his skin. "Mama?" he asked, his voice tinged with fear. He cautiously turned around, scanning the murky wood, eyes wide with fear. He took a step backward, feeling the way with his paws. "Ma--Whoa!" he cried, as his paw caught around a rought, scaly vine, tangled between branches of a pine. He tumbled out of the thicket, and he was thrown to the ground, sending up a puff of dust. "Owww...." he moaned weakly, feeling battered and bruised.

"Kaze!" His mother cried, galloping over to her son and thrusting her head into his fur, murmuring comfort. "It's all right, Kaze. You're fine, you'll be okay." She cradled her son gently in her neck, and investigated his fur and skin, anxious. His fur was dusty from his rough landing, but apart from a few small scratches around his hind ankle, he had sustained no injury. She breathed a sigh of relief--her son, though battered and exhausted, wasn't hurt.

"Mama?" Kaze murmured, and gave her a weak smile, nuzzling her. He knew that he hadn't gotten injured, and felt hot with embarrasment that he had been so afraid...and, not to mention, his fall. He was then partially glad that the sun had set, and only the ivory moon illuminated the darkness, and that no one had seen his accident. "I'm fine," he comforted, and scrabbled carefully to his hooves and paws.

Kaze's mother let out a sigh of relief, and gently supported her son as he gingerly stood up. "Come now, my little one," she murmured, and carefully led him forward, the soothing sound of calm water cascading down the riverbed seeming to massage her ears.

"Are we here?" Kaze asked, suddenly, despite his tiredness, feeling a twinge of excitement. "Is this the river?" Taking a deep breath, the young, stormy grey goey took a wobbly step forward, catching himself as his legs gave way. He flattened his ears back, exhaustion clouding his mind.

"Shhh," his mother comforted, steadying Kaze. "No, this isn't where we're going," she answered, but before he had a chance for his ears to droop in disappointment she continued, "It's just where we're spending the night. Look at you, you're exhausted! And hungry too, I'm sure. We need to stop for the night," she finished, tidying Kaze's unkempt silvery mane, their silvery strands almost dripping with sweat.

Kaze began to droop his ears in disappointment, then he pricked his ears as she began to speak again. He let out a sigh of relief; he knew all too well that he wouldn't be able to continue in the murky blackness of the night--not when he was this worn out and exhausted. He nodded wearily, and hung his head, feeling as if he would drift off at any moment.

Still editing, yey 8D

[Soccerlvr]

:o That's amazing, Raineh. Good luck <33

[BlissfulFarrago]

O: Why am I going against three people I know/like?

[Lirrie]

Lol same reason I am, because we love these goes so much,

[AlteredReality]

Oh dear, I'm starting to get nervous...at this rate, there will probably be more than 3 forms for Native. I just feel like I'm missing something important but it's not coming to me >.<

[Lirrie]

Dont worry filly you will find out what it is then coquer it.

[AlteredReality]

Yeah I hope so ^^ I almost feel bad making my form longer for the sake of the judges x3 You guys definitely have your work cut out for you.

[Tammanae]

Oh dear, I'm starting to get nervous...at this rate, there will probably be more than 3 forms for Native. I just feel like I'm missing something important but it's not coming to me >.<

It's just nerves starting to pile up because of the amount of competition starting to sprout for the goennecs this round. I understand the feeling. ;3 Don't worry, just write out your form, ignore the competition, and do your best. I wouldn't even read the other forms, just so your judgment doesn't cloud. =3

[AlteredReality]

Oh dear, I'm starting to get nervous...at this rate, there will probably be more than 3 forms for Native. I just feel like I'm missing something important but it's not coming to me >.<

It's just nerves starting to pile up because of the amount of competition starting to sprout for the goennecs this round. I understand the feeling. ;3 Don't worry, just write out your form, ignore the competition, and do your best. I wouldn't even read the other forms, just so your judgment doesn't cloud. =3

Yeah I guess...thanks for the advice x3