~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Nearmagic]

Rah! Congrats everyone!
-snugsKapi-

[Toadfoal]

Congratz -3B-! Boy, at this point I might as well be your art slave and get it over with!

[bangarain]

Whoa, the new ones are epic. <3 I don't really click with any though, so I'll probably won't be applying this week. C:

[! october]

In this form a character named The Archangel is mentioned a few times. It does not specify as to what species he is; but after seeing the Goennecs for the next round; I think that I've figured it out. For now; please just think of him as a "mystery creature;" or feel free to use your imagination. c:






“Peace is not something you wish for; It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.”
-Robert Fulghum

"Peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal.”
-Martin Luther King Jr.

“There is no way to peace, peace is the way.”
-A.J. Muste


Goennec Pen #:
Pen Two

Name:
Mao

Mao; pronounced m-ow; is the Chinese word for cat. I personally believe that it fits him quite well. Not only does he appear to be based somewhat after a chinese/eastern dragon; but has a long tail and angular face to fit the name.

How would you use him/her:
From the moment I saw Mao being made on Livestream; I was in love. For some unexplainable reason; I feel that I share a deep connection with this creature. Something about his design simply inspires me; awakens my muse. As Kam drew and colored him; the only thing that rushes through my mind was the simple emotion of peace; an emotion that I've finding is harder and harder to grasp of late. Partially because of my fear of high school; and even more so because of the terrifying news I recently got. The fact that it's very likely that I have a severe case of a certain brain disease. (I don't wish to go into detail here; but if you would like to know more; you may PM me.)
When I write draw, or headmate with my characters; some of their emotions rub off on me. When I write about this Goennec, Mao, I'm able to feel a sense of peace that lately I have not been able to grasp. In a way; Mao is like medicine to me; a remedy for my constant fears and worries. He is the peace that I cannot have.
If I'm able to call Mao my own; he will join Ali as one of my constant headmates. I have recently done the math; and my network of character sites is eighty-one percent done. I hope to have it published within the next month or so. Mao would have his own website within this network. I would write many short stories about him, draw him, and eventually write his full story once I've worked out the final plot and found a character to be The Archangel. I've recently gotten over my "fear" of ordering art; just yesturday I ordered two pieces of Ali; and therefore I can promise that Mao would be getting much, much art. He is simply too gorgeous to not be lavished with it.
Thank you very much for this chance; Mao means very, very much to me.


Define your Goennec:

Mao is the essence of Innocence.
The bearer of Love.
The embodiment of Purity.

The Dark Emotions are unknown to him.
Mao is Peace, Mao is Light.
He is Respect without Jealousy, Affection without Lust.
Admiration.
Happiness.
Harmony.

Hate is a mystery.
Disgust is unknown.
Judgement is unheard of.
Anger is foreign.

The Unknown Soldier wanders the graveyard as Mao wanders the mountains.
Each forgotten, mysterious, frightning.
Lusts for blood, full of Detestation.
But only one is the equivalent of these suppossed equations.

The phenomenons capture minds.
Capture souls.
Capture strong wills.
Capture weak wills.

Fear through mystery, the power of the Unknown.

That is how they are entangled.

The phenomenons are not the ones to fear.

Is it they who physically hurt?
Mentally impare?

Why fear the unknown when the real danger rests all around us?
Some dormant, some not.
Waiting.

One should only fear the unknown once they can fear reality.



Mao is a peaceful, content creature. He does not understand hate and vilolence; and has no wish to pursue the topics. His intelligence is somewhat masked by his childlike innocense; causing him to appear rather foolish and unknowing. Because he lives in solitude; Mao has a strange habit of speaking with inanimate things such as rocks, water and sticks; just as he believes that he is able to converse with the trees and other plant life. Mao has a strong fear for humans because of his unfortunate first incident with them; and has a tendency to flee whenever he catches their scent. His love for harmony and nature cause him to eat only plants; and even then he can rarely go through a meal without breaking down in saddess over the way he treated their tiny "lives." Mao has a love for "playing" with the mountain's wildlife; considering each and every creature his friend; from the large birds of prey to the little insects. The fact that the rabbit he is "playing chase" with is really only running from a potential predator never crosses his mind; as do many other important things. His way of speaking is also very strange; for he only speaks in what we would call third person with many old english phrases.
Mao's only true friend is The Archangel; a mysterious creature that Mao knows nothing about; yet completly trusts. The Archangel is the only being who is able to quell Mao's fears; just as he is the only one who is willing to tolerate the innocent ram's kid-like actions. Mao loves The Archangel wholly; though not in a romantic way; and views him as an older brother and teacher. Without The Archangel; Mao would be lost.
Mao's only wishs are to continue to lead his peaceful life; successfuly evade the humans; and stay by The Archangel's side for eternity.

- - -


Mao was born in the Himalayan Mountains in China to a female that shared his cat-like traits. The memory of as to whether or not she had wings is one that has mostly escaped his mind. Mao was, as some might say, a late bloomer. When he finally started to speak; he spoke very strangely; saying things like "Canst thou wit what the day shall bring? Mao canst. Flowers, and skies, and love." Mao's mother had hoped for a strong son; one like Mao's father. Instead, she had recieved what she saw as nothing more than a romantic fool. When she deserted him; she felt no guilt. He was simply too strange for someone like her. Mao did not understand that his mother had detested him. Within time; he forgot almost everything about her. She was nothing more than a confusing, sad memory, and Mao certaintly did not like confusing, sad memories. He did, however, treasure those that involved sunlight, singing with the birds, and flying, soaring through the crystal skies.

When Mao reached his tenth year of age; he still acted as though he was on his second. He pranced through the sparse trees; weaving between their trunks at high speeds until he grew tired enough that his legs could no longer support his gaunt frame. He would slide down slippery slopes of snow; bleating with joy and excitement. Chasing prey but never hurting it, racing his shadow, and bleating continuously in pain when he would get a rock or splinter in one of his paws; Mao was truly a kid in a ram's body. He would wake up to greet every tree and rock he found; and then would wish them pleasant nights before sinking into the realms of sleep. Mao even went so far as to create imaginary friends for himself when he became lonely. Swimming in frigid water until he could barely walk because of the cold became one of his favorite habits; along with playing chase with the birds of prey that piloted the skies.

Mao was happy, and he felt no fear.

Until the campfire incident, that is.

It had been a particularly; and Mao's thick fur could not hold off the cold from searing his skin. Unhappy he had been walking through the forest; searching for somewhere to shelter when he saw the fire. Curious as ever; Mao had crept towards it; hiding behind a row of bushes while he watched it flicker and dance. Afore the flames sat a group of hikers. Mao knew not as to who or what they were; but he could feel the fire's warmth even from his distance; and not keep himself from going towards it. Like a moth drawn to a lantern. Knowing that it would be rude to intrude on the strange creatures' gathering; he spoke to them. "Greetings. Mao has seen that there is a dearst supply of warmth tonight; and he wishes to share the strange heat that thou have thither." He then proceded to sit down beside one human; and attempted to smile at him or her. The hikers saw nothing but a foreign, bleating monster emerging from the forest; baring it's fangs with bloodlust. In response; the hiker near to Mao kicked him strongly into the fire, as the rest of the group began to throw sticks and empty, sharp cans at him.

For Mao, it was a nightmare.

He had done nothing but introduce himself, smile, and be friendly. In return he felt greater pain than he had ever imagined possible to feel. It was at that moment that Mao learned to fear. Fear and pain. He, of course, managed to run away from them; his fur smoldering and his skin bleeding. Feeling no hate, no anger; he then leaped to the sky; flying quickly away from the pain and fear and loud cracks that surely meant death. Mao was correct on this assumption; for the cracks were gunshots.

After the incident; a part of Mao's kidish-ness left him. He was in to much pain to slide down snowy hills; and he honestly felt no with to do so. What if there were more of the pain-creatures waiting for him? That same question grew to haunt Mao's innocent mind; polluting its clear waters with dark, murky fear.

The hikers responded to the "attack" in a much different way. Within a few days; stories of the "purple-dragon-fox" were all over the internet. Mao became a miniature Loch Ness Monster or Bigfoot when people began to search for the creature themselves. Suddenly; Mao was not an almost three-foot tall Goennec. He was a twenty foot tall dragon that could breathe purple fire and was sent by the devil. The internet is nice like that.

Burns and cuts healed; and Mao's somewhat weak memory let go of most of the details from his beating; but left a permanent fear of the pain-creatures behind. It certaintly did not help him recover mentally when he began to see more and more of them wandering the mountains. He began to grow more wary when he wove between the trees; complemeting then on their lovely leaves and bark; just as he no longer ran without caution through clearings and other open spaces. To him; the pain-creatures were everywhere. Mao did not hate them, though. He feared them; but hate was not a feeling that he wanted to embrace. So instead; the innocent, happy Mao remained innocent and happy. The only difference about him was that he knew fear, and he felt fear. And what a terrible emotion it was.

Like the fire that had burnt him; the fear spread. And as it spread Mao was faced with a choice. He could continue to live in the shadows; frightened and wary; or he could move on. Move on to another part of the Himalayas; where the humans would not track him.

The choice should have been obvious; but to Mao, it was incredibly hard. Mao had never had to make choices beyond those that pertained to where he should sleep; or which patch of grass he should eat. And being the indecisive creature that he was; Mao chose to not choose. Instead; he simply tried to force the fear to the back of his mind; ignoring the decision and continuing with his happy, simple life.

The only problem with this was that the humans would not put the sweet, child-like Goennec in the backs of their minds.
Instead; while Mao moved on; the humans became as obsessed as ever.
Soon; unless he faced the impending desicion; Mao would be at their mercy.

It was, therefore, a miracle when The Archangel arrived; becoming the wise boatman of the ship that was Mao's lonely and painful life.

The Archangel was, more or less, a missionary. A lone creature that wandered the vast planet; gathering information and teaching it to others. Knowledge of love, of hate, of misery, and of joy.

It was no wonder that Mao was immeadiately infatuated with the stranger upon meeting him. The plum and gold Goennec seemed to want nothing more than the constant opportunity to back in the aura of The Archangel. He was like a lost puppy who had finally found it's master.

When The Archangel continued on his way; Mao followed. By following the creature that he loved and trusted; he was able to leave behind the pain-creatures and lonliness of his past life. Through The Archangel; Mao had gained what he needed the most; a real friend, a teacher, and a brother.

- - -

I wasn't able to expand this as much as I would have wished to; but I believe that you'll be able to understand where I would plan on taking it. Mao's story would tell of his adventures and experiences alongside The Archangel; his mentor and companion.

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[Veggievampire]

Marking this <3
Love goennecs~ :3

[wibeke]

Goennec Pen #:
1
Name:
Astarot
In demonology, this is the name of a Prince of Hell, meaning "leading one" or "the chief." He is often depicted as a man with dragon wings.
How would you use him/her:
He would join Emma as a much loved character and I would try to roleplay with him. He'd probably cause a lot of problems within the herd with his big ego and delusions, but he would be an interesting character to play. I'm more used to playing characters like him than I am with more innocent characters like Emma, so he would help me to be a lot more active in the RP. So far he's been really fun to write about, and I would love to continue.
I've pretty much fallen in love with his design as well. The whole story kind of fell into place when I saw him. He's probably my favorite goennec so far.
Define your Goennec:

I was born of the womb of a poisonous man
Beaten and broken and chased from the land
But I rise up above it, high up above it and see...

Personality:
Manipulative and charming, Astarot can twist even the most hard headed of goennecs into submission. Few want to defy the winged ram, whether due to trust or simply through fear. Only the most foolish of rams would dare challenge him, and those who do rarely survive the battle. He lives off the thrill of controlling others. There is nothing more satisfying to him than knowing that a creature is within his rule. His targets vary from single goennecs to entire herds. Rarely will he stay in power long, for he quickly grows bored of the antics of the lowly "mortals" and leaves again in search of more worthy subjects.
Three goennecs have managed to keep his attention. Of the three, two of them are dead, for his fascination stems mainly from a desire to destroy them.
His triggers are simple, seemingly random to most observers. For his mother it was her eyes. Bright green, like none he had ever seen before. He beleived that a demon possessd her, showing itself only through those eyes. For another unfortunate goennec, it was his horns. It was something in the curve of them, he decided, and again set his mind to it's destruction. The smallest imperfections would warp and expand in his mind, changing a gentle mother into a hidden enemy and a young ram into a bitter rival.
The third, the only survivor, is a young ewe who evaded his capture. Unlike the others, it wasn't a physical feature that set him off. It was the ewe's personality, mostly, that attracted his attention. She was quite clueless, often going on and on about about humans and her life before the herd. The constant babbling infuriated him, and hearing of humans in such a positive light was nonsense to him. She was clearly out of her mind.
The one thing that kept her alive was her connection to her herd. Unlike the many small herds that he took control of and caused chaos in before, this one was quite large. It would be harder to conquer, maybe even impossible if anyone caught onto his plans, but the idea of herd life fascinates him. Or, at least, the prospect of toying with a few members' minds does.
So long as Emma continues to introduce him to fellow herd members and teaching him, he tolerates her rambling. Though limited, he does possess some amount of patience, especially when there's a reward.
This is about as far as his acceptance towards other goennecs goes. If they provide him with a service, he'll give the appearance of a friend. Maybe even perform a couple favors to keep their attention. Friends mean nothing to him. He is loyal to no one but himself, for in his mind there is nothing more important than himself and getting what he wants. Who cares if a couple others get stepped on in the process?


Pray to your god, open your heart
Whatever you do, don't be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil's inside

History:
The two parents stared at their kid, a mixed expression of horror and pride painting their faces. What was this creature? Blood red wings spread from it's back, and spines adorned it's body. It was unlike anything they had ever seen before, more closely resembling a beast from a legend than a kid. But it's lineage was undeniable, bearing both the charcoal gray cot of it's mother and the firey red pattern of it's father, along with the striking yellow accents and four hooves.
"Astarot, that will be your name." The father stated, trying to mask the fear in his voice. He vaguely remembered a legend, a distant mention of the name. It was from one of the stories the elders would tell. An old human story, with their tales of devils and angels and prophets. Somehow the name seemed to fit. "Welcome to the herd, son." The greeting was met by a glare by the newborn as he struggled to his feet and turned to face his mother. His gaze met her's, and he stumbled backwards, surprised.
"What's wrong?" She asked, her voice gentle and calm. He forgot her eyes for the moment, and curled up to sleep.
---
"Mom." The ram hissed. "That's the title I once gave you, correct?"
"A...Astarot? Is that you?" She stuttered, backing away.
He smirked. "Not recognizing your own son? Sure has been a while hasn't it, since your mate cast me out? What wonderful parents you both are." He spat, advancing towards her. Finally he would rid himself of these eyes, the eyes that haunted his dreams and his thoughts. The eyes that had gotten him cast out from his herd. They would be destroyed, and he figured he'd enjoy himself.
"I...of course I remembered. What mother wouldn't recognize her own son?" She again feebley attempted to defend herself. He couldn't help but laugh. "Your father only did what he thought was best for the herd."
"You've always been a terrible liar." With that he took to the air, circling overhead and watching as she tried to run. He rolled his eyes. Idiot... He dove down upon her, crashing his horns into her back and kicking at her with his hooves.
She laid helplessly on the ground, looking up at her son. "Ast...astarot..." she panted, before going limp and the light slowly faded from her eyes. The ram smilied triumphantly, the eyes would plague him no more.


One night of the hunter, one day I will get revenge
One night to remember, one day it'll all just end

-Night of the Hunter, 30 Seconds to Mars

Sorry my form is pretty short and not really finished. Vacation again.
The personality is more important than the history though, as it already explains most of it, just in less detail.

[Tammanae]

Wib, if you are talking about the affected, you can go for both. ;3

[wibeke]

Wib, if you are talking about the affected, you can go for both. ;3

I know, I just don't have the time or patience to do both forms. My brain would be fried. If I actually get some inspiration and finish one early though I'll probably try for both.

[iBrevity]

“Each man is the architect of his own fate.” - Appius Claudius

Goennec Pen #: 4.
Known As: Tomorrow.
True Name: Haven [haev-in].
Gender: Doe.
Age: Unknown [young adult, e.g. around 4].

How would you use her:
This is the first time since Merc that I have honestly been excited about trying to adopt a Goennec.
When I saw Haven’s picture, I just ultimately fell in love. Even though I’m starting school in a day, even though I have to expect a ton of extra homework from harder classes, even though I already have the basis of a herd and don’t technically need any more… I love her.
Haven will be used as a headmate, as even now her personality is untwining in my mind. She will be a very interesting combination to the herd on either way; I see her as a mysterious blessing or curse, coming in both forms, both cruel and compassionate when the need calls.
I can even imagine now how interesting it will be to have her in the herd. She will be used as a character in both artwork and writing, as I try to write with all of my Goennecs quite frequently.
She will never be ignored, nor forgotten. If I do succeed in winning Haven, she will be another beloved character that will keep my company as Queen, Alabaster, Omni/Caedes, Deli, and Merc already do. <3
She also will, of course, be introduced into the roleplay. I am not sure as of now how I would bring her in; perhaps she would wander by and come across one of the members. But either way, no matter how she came in, she will be roleplayed, that I can promise.

“What need I fear of thee? But yet I'll make assurance double sure, and take a bond of fate: thou shalt not live; That I may tell pale-hearted fear it lies, And sleep in spite of thunder.” - William Shakespeare

Artwork:
Lookin' Cute.
Blushing.
Investigations.
From Another Time.
All art [c] to me.

Reputation:
What is it that no man ever yet did see,
which never was but always is to be?
-Tomorrow.

Relationships:
Mother- Mirage, doe, unknown.
Father- Prime [actual name unknown], ram, unknown.
Siblings- Unknown.
Friends- Iris, Styx.
Crush- Styx, ram, just recently born.
Lovers- None.
Mate- None.
Kids- None.

“Fate is not satisfied with inflicting one calamity.” -Publilius Syrus

With My Herd:
Alabaster- As a child, both Ala and Haven met one another. She had cheerfully remarked to him that one day he would be owned by a doe and he had pulled his chest out and giggled at her, saying that that was impossible. With a twinkle in her eye, Haven had bid him farewell and told him she'd try to come tomorrow to their play spot. Unfortunately, the day following was the day her mother left her in the wilderness by herself. She has never seen the freckled ram again and sometimes still has brief visions of him; and chuckles when she finds him ensnared within the seduction of a beautiful crimson doe.
Delirium- Truth be told, Delirium seeks out power. He uncovered Haven and her seeing years ago, and has been, lazily, following her since then. Lately though, he has avoided her; in the fact, the last time he even allowed the doe to see him in one of her brilliant dreams, she had screamed at him that somebody close to him was going to die. Delirium had been irked. He had blatantly remarked to her that he had no friends that could die. He had closed the dream and returned to his palace. It was only a few months after Deathmark had passed that he remembered the doe's warning. Now he feels like he somewhat owes her; especially because she pointed him in the direction of Merc.
Merc- These two have never met, and Haven has had no images of him. She knows him only as Deathmark and only from snatching one of Delirium's visions; but from this, she did guide Deli straight to the buck by following the phantom trail of a limping Mark and finding him twisted within a psychical body.
Omni/Caedes- Haven is one of the few to be capable of seeing both Omni and Caedes within their shared body. In truth, neither of them like her. It was years ago the three met; Omni had been attracted to one of her crowded readings and when she had seen him, she had immediately stopped and stared. Haven had never met somebody like this before; she could see the shadow of otherness behind the cerulean gaze of Omni and called him out on it, thinking that it was merely a ghost seeking to possess his body. When the winged buck fled from her, she realized that he knew; and that the 'phantom' lurking within was his brother, Caedes. She hasn't seen them since, despite his best efforts of finding them.
Queen- Although she has seen this doe multiple times in her visions, Haven has never truly met her. The two would probably not get along for whatever reasons; there are so many differences between the two does that a friendship would never be possible. But even if that is obvious to Queen, Haven believes that there is a tiny possibility of becoming friends; and she really wants that to happen. She honestly respects the doe and would never do anything to torment her, which is the exact reason she has yet to seek her out.

Personality:
Quiet and childish, Haven is a highly complicated lady.
Half of her mind is constantly seeing the future, and this has her divided into two very individual halves. It is almost as if one eye is focused on a dimension far away from the one she’s standing in.
Seeing as she’s a seer, Haven is somewhat confusing to those surrounding her. The visions that she does see are always changing and shifting, looking at different strangers and locations. Most of the time Haven will eventually wander across these places, and it is likely that those she sees are going to be, one day, involved within her life.
This knowledge of what is to come has made Haven often times reckless and endangering. She lives by the rule that if she has something to see, anything to see, then obviously she is going to live long enough to see it unfurl. She takes risks that she wouldn’t ever technically need to take, and loves playing highly dangerous games and exploring difficult places.
Constantly optimistic, she is wonderful to be around whenever in a bad mood, for her everlasting cheer is impossible to ignore. She has the kind of laughter that spreads like wildfire, and makes everything else laugh; she is almost like a moving ray of sunshine.
Although her mind is considered somewhat childish, Haven has occasional notes of seriousness. She has a running streak of fear in bucks, however, and most of the time avoids them like the plague; although secretly she wishes for a kid one day, she is afraid of ever finding a male and settling down with him.
Likes: Sunshine, good weather, exciting trips, meeting new strangers, finding somebody she’s never ‘seen’ before, making new friends, kids, innocence, the future, the past, learning new things, being bright-eyed, young love.
Dislikes: Bucks of any kind, eating meat, darkness, shadows, those who experience hate, hating anybody at all, being hated, making enemies, being uncertain about her future or anybody’s future, being unsure.

Backstory:
“There’s something wrong with her.”
I lay in the shadow my mother cast on me. My front hoof playfully prodded a tulip that existed sixty years from now. I giggled when it wiggled underneath my tease.
My mother cleared her throat and moved one leg over me. Her shadow shifted and the flower disappeared, revealing instead the curious exploration of a field mouse that had been dead for a century. I lifted my rump in the air and flicked my short tail back and forth, watching its whiskers twitch as it courageously explored further.
“Please don’t speak about her like that, Prime.” Her voice was tired, strained; I peered up at my mother with a worried bleat, and she shot me a nervous smile. When I looked back down for the rodent, it was gone. I briefly pouted.
The loudly colored ram glared down at me and I crawled further beneath my mother, uncovering a lopsided beetle as I scurried away. I giggled and watched its legs slice through the air and carefully turned both eyes to it; when I was content it was honestly there, I flopped onto my belly and blew on it, encouraging it to right itself.
“I don’t want her in this herd, Mirage. Get her out.”
Even as young as I was, I could hear the ominous judging that reverberated through his words. I lifted my chin to my mother and forgot, for a second, the beetle that had finally gotten to its feet with little help from me. I blinked at her.
She hung her head and nodded. “Yes, Prime.”
There was only the briefest hesitation. She looked down at me and I saw a multitude of emotion flash through her pretty dark eyes; apology, guilt, regret, damnation.
“I’ll get rid of her.”

-----

“Mommy, I don’t get it. Why do I have to stay here?”
She looked at me with a ghost in her eyes. I frowned at it. The phantom lurked within her form and I could plainly see that it was her, dead. Decades dead, it appeared. The spirit had a much friendlier look on her pretty features then my depressed mother.
“Haven, I need you to do some exploration. You can do that, right?” She knew just how to stroke my ego. I puffed out my chest and fluffed my tail up.
“Of course I can, Momma!” I exclaimed to her, and my lopsided grin brought a small smile from her.
“Good. So go out for mommy and find a good meadow, okay? I’ll be right here when you’re done.” The shadow abruptly looked frightened. My frown deepened at its antics but I didn’t mention its presence to my dam. I knew she hated it when I pointed out something that she couldn’t see.
But there was something that kept me, for the moment, glued to the spot. A cold feeling of dread was worming its way up my back, and as it settled its cool fingers across my shoulders, I knew something was wrong. I cocked my head with a small frown at her. “…do you promise?”
She flinched. I suppose I should have noticed and stayed. I was such a foolish little girl. I guess I never really learned though. I’ve always thought that when somebody says something, they should live up to it. “I promise.”

-----

It took me a few days to realize that my mom wasn't coming back.
Surprisingly, I didn't take it that hard. I had suffered through a vision just a few days ago of being in a desolate place completely alone; and the vision had extended far enough for me to see just what I should be doing. I could already smell the nip of winter in the air so I began collecting what I would need; correct meadows that would bear food all the way until spring. I was careful to clear my trail behind me so no predators could stalk my explorations; and I keep my mind clear and empty. If I was to meet another Goennec, I would not let this one get away from me.
And that is when I met them.
Them consisted of a brother and sister who lived about five years ahead of me. When I first glimpsed them, I ignored the shadow figures. I had decided at that point of time that I was exhausted from looking at ghosts; especially since I was convinced that they had ruined my life.
Every morning I would stretch out in the tiny cave I had managed to salvage and wander into the winter world. I would ignore the companions that left no footprints and hunt for any food sources and unfrozen water. As the winter got colder, surviving got harder.
Eventually, even though I hated myself for it, I was forced to turn to the stalkers. By that point of time I had lost my smile; I had near started to lose my mind.

-----

I cleared my throat.
“So… I’m Haven.”
I realized only then that I had never spoken to one of these before. Now that I thought about it, I usually just ignored them when I saw them. I glanced up at the darkened sky and noticed the clouds pregnant with snow; winter had unfurled in the fields and already snow banks lifted the ground to unusual heights in dangerous places.
I tilted my gaze back at the two phantoms and blinked at their comfortable expressions. I had judged that these two would be born when I was four years old; it was a little bit of a challenge to think about the illogical relationship, but I was growing desperate. I could hear the hunger pangs that strained my empty stomach.
It was the ram that finally grinned at me, bringing forward both ears and cheerfully laughed at my awkward introduction. “I’m Styx. This is my sissy, Iris.”
Blushing faintly, I nodded to the both of them. I tried to ignore the pain unfolding in my gut and focused on getting them on my side; the quicker I got this polite conversation over with, the sooner I could have them helping me find something to ease my appetite.
It was the doe that smiled at me now. I noticed that her gentle expression was so like my mother’s that it literally brought a memory to mind. It was one of the first memories I had of my dam; the softest of smiles had eased across her beautiful muzzle and she had leaned down and tucked her nose into my stomach, wishing me a good morning. I shook my head and cleared it of the uneasy mindset.
“It’s really nice to meet you.” I swallowed back the grumble that lifted out of my stomach with another blush. “Um…”
Iris laughed and nodded. “You want some help finding food.” She filled in for me, and I looked up at them both, hopeful.
“Yes, yes, that’s exactly what I want. Can you two help at all?” I inquired, and I couldn’t help the hope from shining through my eyes. I knew I probably looked silly [a half-starved little girl with barely grown horns], but I bounced up and down for a second. My grin widened. “I would love it if you guys could help with absolutely anything.” I extended.
Styx shot me a lazy grin and straightened. “We’ll get it done.”

...

[Twinkling Star]

Goennec Pen #: 2

Name: Falconi

How would you use him/her: As a character with a spot in my thread, I would draw him. Plus order art of him , and maybe rp but I would need to think on it first. He would also sometimes be seen with my character Roxas as they would be my two main buckaroos! ^^ (Not as mates or anything, but as friends being that is aloud?)

Define your Goennec:

Personality:
Falconi most of the time is very calm, but he does tend to get a bit high strung when annoyed. When around other male goennec he try's to act tough though most of them already know he is. Around the female's he goes into a mode of being gentle and sweet towards them. Being a guy he does get into fights often mainly over females especially the one he is most interested in. He does not wimp out either he goes till he knows he is beat. When you get to know him you find out he can be a bit of a dork who just enjoys fun sometimes! When nervous you can see that the tip of his tails curls back and forth. Mainly what gets him nervous is when he know there is a predator staring at him from behind, but also he can get nervous around certain females.

Likes:
Cool fall weather, Flying around up high in the sky where no one can see him for it relaxes him (Though he stays near the herd cause he still yearns for there company being a herd animal), scaring small animals though he would not really harm them unless it was for his hunger. Training with other goey's of the herd in his spare time.

Dislikes:
Rainy days for being wet is never fun, foul smells , animals that prey on him, the idea of freezing to death, bugs for some odd reason, noises in the night, and being woke early.

Backstory:
Falconi from birth was always very strong. His parents were amazed that he was always ahead of the other younger geonnec's, but also very proud. When he was 3 months old that is when his parents decided they would help him learn to fly. Falconi of course was very excited! He thought it would be a simple task like when he learned to walk and run. Really though he had much trouble with it, so it took he a few months to accomplish flying. When he finally had his flying down he always took chances to sometimes show-off in front of the other geonnec doing various aerial tricks.
Being no longer a child Falconi was able to do more with the herd rather than being with his parents.
Often he would go off with other male geonnec to check where they grazed with the herd to see if it was safe. Occasionally he would help fight off some of the predators , so that they could not bring harm to the herd. Though sometimes the predator would be too big to fend off the so they would have to flee and come back when it was safe. Or they would just find a safer area for that day. Then when they were done grazing he would take flight and just survey the land cause it relaxed him so well.
Since Falconi is somewhat stronger than the other geonnec something he really wanted to do was become a solider. So he started to train hard so that one day they might accept him as one. He thought he would a good solider also since he already had much skill at taking down predators, but he always knew when to flee from battles just to severe for him. Eventually after sometime he got accepted as on of the prince's soldiers. This made him very happy, and he could not wait to go to a battle of war. Not that Flaconi wanted a war to happen he just could not wait for his first time doing it. So Falconi is always eager and ready when needed!
Sometimes as a solider he was called on to do simple tasks, but he was still happy to complete them. For it did give he something to do for passing the time. But in his free time you could find him doing the things he enjoyed. Like for example flying around, and scaring small animals for fun. Falconi was also very well loved among the younger geonnec's cause they knew sometimes he would take them on flights in the sky. They would also know when to leave him alone cause when he is annoyed he is most unpleasant to be around. Because he grumbles about many things he dislikes even though it is a few things.
So to this day Falconi still remains with the herd he was born into. He is also well thought of in this heard since he is one of the stronger males that help to protect them. So I guess you could say Falconi had somewhat of a easy life for now, but who knows what the future could hold for him!

Art:



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