~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[wibeke]

Just out of curiosity, about how old would the kids from the breeding season in the RP be around now? Should we just go by the day they were created? [which would make Sarah around 2 years old]

[Ebonpyre]

Goennec Pen #: 3
Name: Zakkai
How would you use him/her:

Well, I really wasn't planning on adopting any more characters. I felt finally pleased with the characters I had for each story arc, and I've spent quite some time fleshing out their universes. But as I planned to write out my Goennec's stories, I found myself missing something. And then, after a few weeks of trying to figure it out, this thread updated, and I saw this guy. He's beautiful. And I just love that he's so stereotypically feminine yet still male.

He will be a great exercise in character improvement, as most of my characters stay fairly stable in both mind and body. Throwing him in difficult situations and watching him actually grow while keeping him consistent will be a great challenge for me. Writing about him will be wonderful.

He will join my character thread, and become part of Teroe and Druvian's herd, be a headmate, be drawn often by myself (and possibly by others, if I can find more people willing to draw goennecs), written about (particularly in this years' Camp Nanowrimo), will be the last of my adopted characters, and loved very much.

Define your Goennec:

X X X

All the things one has forgotten scream for help in dreams.
- Elias Canetti

Zakkai is young (somewhat more so in mind than body), with a body that looks like he should be healthy and active. His eyes are very expressive, and when he is idle, he tends to have a faint look of surprise.

Kai as an air of calmness about him. He seems very together, friendly, and easygoing, but any increase in tension makes him retreat into himself, detachedly ignoring anything physical. He finds it difficult to focus on small details, and blocks out anything even mildly discomforting. When he is himself he is cheerful and glib, but his fault of avoidance changes him frequently.

He is restless, and when he was young had been very obsessed with strength and speed. His lack of health disabled him greatly, and he was forced to become satisfied with living through his vivid dreams, particularly when hunters drove his herd from his birthplace.

Over time, his hiding to avoid reality has backfired; he can barely tell dreaming from wakefulness, and the dreams that gave him endless possibilities have turned into nightmares.

Kai was raised in a very turbulent environment, poor conditions making his life unstable. He spends a lot of time in his own mind trying to keep the balance, never making headway into finding inner peace.

He is fairly trustworthy whenever there is no chance of conflict. Looking to preserve his peace of mind, he tends to put off or ignore difficult tasks to handle the easier less stressful tasks. Improvisational, he avoids any planning or thinking about the future to an infuriatingly impractical degree. Death scares him, and his best way is to hide within his dreams - and if that fails, to move too fast to be aware of it.

With his nature, he tends to be self-absorbed, particularly when times are bad. In his normal state he is on friendly terms with the entire herd, but with his increasing moods his relations strain.

He is curious, with a fondness for the general and abstract - he detests details, and is more focused on the ideal than the reality. Kai tends to immediately regard the basics of information, becoming quickly bored, and flitting around ideas.

He is sentimental - everything has an importance to him, and he finds meaning in everything. This gives them a talent for seeing life as an exciting drama, full of possibilities. The behaviour verges on superstition, though most of the time he merely makes jokes about his worries instead of expressing them. Incredibly sensitive about others doubting these beliefs, he is bothered if anyone but him makes fun of them. He thinks that admitting a problem to himself means no one has a right to point them out to him.

He is hyper alert, and little around him escapes his attention. He pays particular notice to the other members of his herd, trying to find some hidden motivation in each of them. Often these turn to full-fledged stories, so convoluted that anyone he tells them to wouldn't recognize what they were originally based on.

-

There's still a hint of fall color in the otherwise cold and dismal grey of the shrubland as it settles in for the winter. The cold still stings, even through the dying leaves, reaching into his half-hearted haven. He shifted in his burrow, painfully aware of the clotted dirt and debris that were twisted into his mane, seeing that his mother from her position a little distance away was in the same condition.

The glow the stars cast across the land should have been beautiful, comforting, but now they seemed to meet his irked look with one of their own. They grabbed his concentration, refused to let it go, and for some time not even the sleeping ewes or the rising wind existed in his mind.

When he was young he had considered them as some sort of companion - sentient creatures that remained despite everything. At a year old, when the water overtook and drove them away from the only land he'd ever known, he'd been convinced that they would not remain... yet here they were. Watching him, definitely. Whether they watched with fondness or contempt was a different question entirely.

-

He hated the spring. It was the worst time, when the world couldn’t decide if it wanted to be cloudy or if it wanted to shine, weak sunlight glinting off the dew and the puddles that were strewn across their path. And when the remains of winter made him feel close to snapping, the rains would invade in earnest, and all sunlight would be gone, replaced with the thunderheads, making everything he looked at appear like a disgusting bruise.

And then it was summer, and the world was hot and sticky and sometimes he thought he was going crazy, always did even when he was little and thought he knew better, thought he had the world figured out and locked up safe.

Fall brought some peace with it, eventually evolving into something more ominous, the cold presenting him a bitter reminder. And once more it would become bitterest winter.

Every winter was like the first - chaos, confusion, movement. Each brought a wave of nostalgic memories that didn't fade until the snow did. They lingered around him even while sleeping, interrupting his safe haven, slipping through his mind and manifesting in any way possible.

Zakkai sprawled lazily on his personal throne - sparse bits of grass that couldn't feel more perfect in his exhaustion. The warmth of the sun was beginning to effect him - his eyes began to flutter, keeping his head up seemed an unbearable effort. For a while he stayed like this, at times hardly aware that he was drifting. A persistent breeze prodded him into consciousness, and he was only vaguely aware of his own actions as he lifted his head to see the ram before him.

His build was small, almost delicate, wrapped in a misty blue, with friendly eyes. Zakkai couldn't quite pinpoint when the had met the male; he figured that the little thing had simply gradually became. He had no memories of any of it, merely impressions, like the remnants of a past life. Thinking about it, his very existence was questionable. Perhaps that was the great charm of it all.

Kai wasn't entirely sure whether they spoke, either - he had the same vague feeling as if something had been communicated, and since his companion seemed content enough from his position a few feet away, that was enough for him.

Time passed unmeasured, and the day's warmth began fading. The thought of his herd crossed his mind briefly, but his heart reassured him, persuaded him not to move from his position.

A voice sounded in the open space next to his ear. "Aren't dreams wonderful?" it asked with the tone of someone who was in on some marvelous joke.

"They require no understanding."

A change in temperature, of scenery, that he was only vaguely aware of, too wrapped up in his presence in a hundred different places at once to notice his visitor was now beside him.

"The only sad thing about them is..."

The wind was too powerful to further ignore, demanding awareness amidst the chaos. His head seemed to swirl, and he ran as he was still, and he was suddenly convinced that nothing was certain except that he was dying, dying, dying -

"They end."

-

He woke with a violent jerk of the head and a certainty that he was going to die.

Under a bush, again, head completely caught up in brushes. For a second his mind was in the past and present, and he panicked, pulling away from the foliage so quickly he left behind a shock of pink amidst the dark greens.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he slowly saw the difference from this and the last year - different foliage, somewhat more room, new faces and old ones missing. His mother could be seen lying a few feet away, dark fur nearly blending in with the bleak land. He wasn't sure if she was really sleeping, but she didn't look up at him, so he calmly seated himself, trying to regain his dignity.

He glanced towards the bush with a withering look, huffed, and laid back to sleep.

-
He was quiet, frowning, sulking, muttering to himself. He had his moods, but the ewe had never seen her sink this low. A voice nagged at her - talk to him, it said. He's yours, your responsibility.

But she had learned from experience not to bother him when he was in his lows. The voice got louder as time passed, and as they traveled her thoughts became a full-fledged battle between logic, fear, and curiosity.

Curiosity won.

She approached him - he was sitting in the same place he'd stubbornly sat since they had arrived, distant. She spoke, prodded him gently with a paw.

She wasn't sure if he noticed, from wherever he was.

-

The smile was nice at first. After a while it just started looking like a leer.

Though plenty of doubt remained, he was sure that this creature - for it certainly wasn't one of his own, despite its appearance - was part of his subconscious, and when its face appeared he would sigh, disappointed in his awareness that none of it was real.

The face watched him when he ran, joined as he hunted, rarely ever spoke - and when he did, it was faint, to the point that Zakkai wasn't completely sure it wasn't just another sound.

The time of the mind flew as his body rested, and a name struck him, suddenly, when the saw the ram again; Druvian. It occurred to him that he would've thought the name beautiful, at one point. But now he had the feeling he had heard it far too many times before; it was the name of a weary, unwanted guest.

Endless potential became a bore with awareness. There was no joy in success when it's superficiality was painfully clear. Soon he was sulking through his dreams as much as he was in real life.

Weeks passed, summer entered, and he was quite sure he was awake when the face greeted him again, it's owner laying as he was prone to do, with a smile that said he was in on some marvelous joke.

"Your mind is thoroughly dead. Congratulations.

"Everything that motivated you is gone. Really, it was a shame, watching you realize that. I don't pity you, though, knowing you refuse to sleep, too afraid of disappointment. It was your fault, really."

After a moment of consideration Druvian laughed.

"Besides, all you've lost is your imagination, and the only thing that you have to do is find a new one. Could that really be so hard?"

[June Bug]

So are we allowed to change the genders or would we loose marks for them so to speak?
I read the rules I am just a little confused ^^

Genders, yes. Sex, no. :]
Sex is set as they have a physical difference (males have the large, curved horns; females have the short horns), but it's perfectly fine to make one transgender.

Just out of curiosity, about how old would the kids from the breeding season in the RP be around now? Should we just go by the day they were created? [which would make Sarah around 2 years old]

They'd be. . . older xD I feel awful admitting it, but I can't remember exactly how they age. I'm fairly certain 2 years is the adult-mark, though they are fully grown after a year to a year and a half.
So, I guess the kids would almost all be fully grown by now, but not yet fully matured.

[Pachuri]

Goennec Pen #: 3
Name: Blossom
How would you use him/her: He will earn a spot in my heart and in my character thread. I will make him a character if allowed and I will collect tons of fanart of him.

Favorite things:
1. Roses, especially red ones.
2. Sunsets, especially the long, slow, pretty ones spent with someone you love.

Define your Goennec:
Blossom, Blossom, bright and tall,
Who is the prettiest Goennec of all?
Why it is you, my little dear.
You are the one is see on the wall.

Will you meet me halfway,
Will you be my hero today?
Will you catch me if I fall?
Would you notice when I bawl?

When times are tough, and people scarce,
You are the diamond in the rough.
From rich to poor, large to small,
You are the one most tough of all.

In the hardest of times,
Your differences show,
You really matter,
All the others now know.

No matter what others like,
Or what they choose to wear,
You will always be there.
A fair weather friend you are not,
For that is not what you have been taught.

[Desmond]

Stepping back in as Master List Maker~~

Goennecs Form List
If your form is not listed or if you're dropping out, please post letting me know. :3 Also, please don't mind my shorthand for your usernames.

1. Paprika
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2. Brody

3. Blossom
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4. Dapple
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5. Neuro
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[Tiikeria]

-{| "The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." |}-
-{| Mahatma Gandhi |}-

-{| The Basics |}-
-{| Goennec Pen # |}-

Pen Four

-{| Name |}-

Liath
[ "Grey" in Welsh ]

-{| Gender |}-

Female

-{| Height |}-

2' 1"

-{| Abnormalities |}-

None

-{| Home Herd |}-

Gwydr Forest Herd, Wales, UK
[ Is later forcibly relocated to the Kisatchie Herd, Alexandria, Louisiana ]

-{| How would you use her? |}-

Ah, the good ol' question of use. Well, have no fear, as I would have no problem giving this girl a home with some use. I would absolutely love to have her in my WIP novel, Eye of the Storm, as a female character who refuses to back down from something she believes in, and cannot hold a grudge. Her main place in the story is acting as a go between for Bourdeax's pack of misfits, something the Kisatchie Herd doesn't understand at first, but learns to respect, helping beasts of all kinds escape from the Facility's hunters. Together with one of my other lovely Goeys, Cameo, she makes sure no one is left behind

Along with her being in the story, I may also RP, though my skills outside of IM RPing are rusty. I also would try to get art of her any chance I got, and I would try my hand at drawing her myself, though I tend to be rather bad at anything with hooves. /artistic fail

-{| Define your Goennec |}-
-{| Personality |}-

Strong willed and independent, Liath learned from a young age just how to take care of herself. That's not to say she isn't immune to the instincts native to her species; she still feels more confortable being in a herd, then being alone. However, if worst comes to worst, she can survive alone, as she proved during her stint at The Facility. She isn't afraid to speak her mind, nor does she back down during a fight, her hooves sending out crushing blows when she needs them to. But only when she needs them to; she would rather not fight at all, but solve her problems and the problems of others through diplomatic solutions. She is a friend to all, within reason. The only exception seems to be Bear, the lovable rottweiler that saved her life, and one of her most beloved friends. Though he may be a predator to others of her kind, she sees the gentle giant, as he really is: a canine who would harm no one. Good can be found in everyone, she believes, and she has made it her mission to show her new herd that not everyone or everything is to be feared.

-{| Liath in a Nutshell |}-

-Strong willed
-Independant
-Speaks her mind
-Determined
-Peaceful
-Diplomatic
-Friendly
-Unbiased

-{| Likes |}-

-Arwel
First and formost, she loves the calm, collected side of the ram she fell head over hooves for (though she refuses to admit it, yet), that side being known only to them as Arwel, Cameo's birth name, and the other side of his personality. Though she finds his hyperactively playful side adorable, she can't help but find preference in the ram only she ever truly sees.

-Debating
Another thing she loves is her past time: debating with the Elders of the herd. They always seemed to have interesting topics to discuss, and, due to her diplomatic nature, she tends to play Devil's Advocate when it comes to the debates, not that she minds. She enjoys sparring with the wiser creatures, and they seem to enjoy it in turn.

-Assisting Rollo
Her friendly nature drives her to help others, which is why, when Rollo, the stallion friend of Bourdaux and her band of misfits, comes to ask for her help with a Facility fugitive, she's always willing. She remembers what it's like to escape from the place known as "Hell" to its captives, and she strives to make it as stress-free as possible for the one that had been saved.

-{| Dislikes |}-

-Her nightmares
One can't escape from a place such as The Facility, where cries of pain and sadness where your nightly lullaby, and fear was an ever present companion, and not have some sort of scars. Liath's are mental, and they only escape through her dreams. Only Cameo has bared witness to the terrors she deals with at night, and has vowed to himself to be there when she needed someone warm to lean against until the shaking died down.

-More brawn than brains
There is nothing more annoying to her than a male so full of himself, but with no brain to back it up with. If a ram can't mentally challenge her, as well as fight for her, he's not worth her time. The first is why she likes Cameo so much; he can keep up with her thoughtful conversations, and contribute to them as well. And, though he hasn't had to, yet, she has a feeling that Cameo wouldn't be afraid to fight for her, come a certain time.

-{| My Story |}-

As the moon and stars shone overhead, my lime green eyes scanned the area below us for familiar silhouettes, not seeing anything but the grass waving in the wind and hearing nothing but the chirping of crickets as they sung their late summer song. I could feel his eyes on me, watching me, his question still hanging in the air. I wasn't sure how to answer him, and I wasn't sure he was ready to hear the full story of my journey to where I was today. It wasn't a happy story, by any stretch of the imagination, so I couldn't imagine why he would want to know just what had happened in my past.

"Liath? I'm sorry if I was being too forward. I just...I want to know what happened. I want you to trust me."

"I trust you with my life, Arwel," I responded quietly, using the name only I had the privilege of using, "But this story isn't one you may actually want to hear."

He remained quiet for a few moments, though his gaze never wavered from me as we sat upon the hill. I could tell he was thinking it over, trying to decide if he truly did want to hear the story. In the end, he made the choice that, inwardly, I was hoping he would make, "I want to know...I want to hear it."

I nodded, my voice quiet as I began, after a few moments of collecting my thoughts, going back to the very beginning, to my first herd, thousands of miles from my spot on this grassy hill, "I was born in the green forests of Wales, one of the last green forests left on Earth. It was beautiful there, and our herd was large enough to ward off most predators. We were thriving. That is...until the humans came along."

-{| Three Years Prior | Wales |}-

"Mama!" I called, bouncing toward my mother, the ewe looking up from her feeding to smile warmly at me. I was her first kid, and you could see it in her eyes just how happy she was to have me. She loved me, and, as a child, that's all I needed, "Mama, guess what!"

She chuckled softly, watching me as a bounced around her with the energy of a half year old kid, her voice calm and warm as she replied, "Slow down, my dear. Tell me what it is you saw on your little adventure."

I stopped bouncing, giving her an excited look as I stood before her laying form, "We saw strange creatures, Mama. They walked on two legs, and they didn't have any hooves or paws like us. They didn't even have any horns! Or a lot of fur! Their fur was only on their head, Mama! What are they?"

"I'm not sure, my dear," she replied softly, concern marring her features as she stood, "I'm not sure, but I believe your story will be of interest of the Prime."

I had never met the Prime, though I had seen him around, his large body roaming though the herd, the Prince by his side. Both were massive figures, and, more than once, I had seen them yelling or terrorizing another members of the herd, and, frankly, approaching him with my story was the most terrifying thing I had ever heard my mother say.

"No, Mama...he...he scares me. I don't want to go talk to him!" I whimpered, cowering back as my mother started for the small knoll the Prime claimed as his own. Quietly, she looked back at me, a small smile on her face, coming back to nuzzle me tenderly, soothing me with her actions.

"Don't be afraid, my little one. If you are telling the truth, then I trust the Prime to recognize that, and see in to the matter. I'll protect you, Liath. I promise you. I will always protect you."

The talk with the Prime went opposite of what we had both hoped for; his ego refused to acknowledge that a kid may have missed what his own soldiers should have seen, and so, though insults of 'Peasant!' and my mother's pleading for our leader to believe me, and in my story, we got nowhere. We left the Prime's knoll disappointed, my mother doing her best to keep my spirits high.

"It's alright, my little one. I believe you, and, when the time comes, I will keep you safe."

Little did I know, that the Prime's ignorance of the real threat my story portrayed would lead to the herd's own downfall and anarchy, and would also cause me to lose the only family I had.

-{| Present Day | Louisiana |}-

"Your Prime sounded like a terrible leader," he spoke, his voice soft, disapproval laced in his words, "He should have never let his ego rule the herd, and jeopardize it's safety."

"But he did. He refused to listen to a Peasant's daughter, especially when it seemed to make his soldiers be perceived as inept."

"May I ask how your mother became a peasant? I mean...by regular Siv standards, she shouldn't have been allowed to breed, so, I'm assuming her downgrade in status came from an event after the Siv."

I pondered for a moment, wondering if she had ever told me what caused her pesant status, but I couldn't remember a time when she even mentioned our place in the large herd, "I don't think I ever asked. There wasn't time to. Though, I assume it had something to do with an injury she sustained that caused lasting damage. She could not truly fight, though she tried our hardest when the humans did come."

"That would make sense. She was able to breed, then became un-eligible afterward," his voice was still quiet, as his magenta eyes scanned the horizon, much like my own green ones were doing, "What happened when the humans came, Liath?"

"Chaos."

-{| Three Years Prior, Night After Discussion With The Prime | Wales |}-

We were awoken by the sound of screaming: mothers crying for their kids, rams injured and dying, the Prime howling for order, for the chaos to end. In the midst of all of this were the silhouettes of the two-legged creatures I tried to warn were coming. They were here. And there was nothing I could do to fix it. They were much bigger than I, much bigger than anyone. They had no trouble snatching kids from the warm sides of their crying mothers.

Then, another sound assaulted by ears: barking. There were predators. Large predators. My terrified body began to shake as I backed away from the chaos; my mother was already up, her form positioned before me, protecting me as she always said she'd do.

"Run, little one. Head for the forest. I'll keep you safe. Don't let them see you."

I bolted, running as fast as my little legs could carry me, my eyes trained on the dark mass of trees before me. I was almost there. Almost there. I could taste safety.

But it was all in vain.

I felt my mass be picked up, my legs still kicking, letting out a terrified cry as the strage creature's eyes stared into my own. My gaze pleaded wordlessly with this creature to put me down, to spare me, but I received no emotion in return. I was caught, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop it. Not even the ewe who promised me protection.

"Liath! No!" she voice cut though the darkness, anguish filling her words. Her hooves and paws hit the ground with extreme force as she pushed her battered body to its limits. The beast seemed unconcerned about the attack it was about to receive, and only faltered when my mother's horns rammed into it's leg, a howl of pain emitting from it's terrible chest. However, it still didn't release me. Even as my mother rammed and kicked the beast, she was the underdog in this fight. It was a fight she would not win. And when the swift kick of the beast's heavy foot connected with my mother's side, I knew it was over. They had won.

My scream of "Mama!" went unanswered by her still form.

-{| Present Day | Louisiana |}-

I was surprised when I felt a gentle nuzzle from my companion; I hadn't realized he had gotten so close. Not that I minded, however. In the platonic sense, of course. Yes. In the platonic sense.

"That was the last time you saw your mother?"

"Yes," I answered him softly, my heart heavy as the memory of my mother, laying prone on the ground, assaulted my senses, "I don't even know if she survived the chaos or not. Though, I have convinced myself of the worst...the kick was merciless and hard. It would have been a miracle for her to survive."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't. Don't feel sorry for me. Because, if you think about it, if none of that had happened. I wouldn't be here tonight. So, there is a reason to be thankful."

"True," I could hear the pleased tone in his warm voice, a soft nuzzle accompanying the word. He was getting bolder, and I didn't know how to really take it. The only male I had ever been with...no. We would not be discussing that tonight. I wasn't ready to discuss that with anyone.

"So what happened once the humans took you?"

I stayed quiet for a beat, debating what to tell him; my time in Hell wasn't something I wanted to relive so soon, even if I was telling one of the only creatures I truly trusted with all my being. He respected my silence; just another thing I lov-liked about him: he was considerate, unlike many rams I had come across in my short life. I looked at him as I spoke, my eyes meeting his for the first time since my story began, "They packed me in a crate, and for days I traveled. Until I ended up here, or, at least, in this area. I knew the moment I arrived in The Facility, that it would be the darkest days of my life. And I was right."

"Your nightmares?" he asked softly, knowing I would understand the short question. I sighed softly in reply, though feeling obligated to answer him.

"Yes, my nightmares are mostly from the two years I spent in that awful place...but, no. For now, I can't tell you just what happened there; not out of lack of trust, Arwel...but out of fear of reliving those moments once more. Just trust me when I tell you this: if you ever become caught by their traps, kill yourself before they get they chance to do anything to you. It will save you from the pain of dealing with this horror."

He nodded, understanding my reasoning, though I knew he wasn't fully satisfied. One day I would have to tell him about the two years i spent in fear and pain. But, for now, the wounds were still too fresh; I hadn't forgiven, yet, though I was trying. I was trying. My thoughts were cut short by his voice, now slightly amused as he asked his next question.

"What about Bear?" I couldn't help but chuckle; I had told him a little bit about the canine when I asked him to accompany me to this rendezvous that I knew would bring the clumsy beast.

"Ah, now that is a slightly more entertaining story. I had been in the Facility for a little over two years, by that point..."

-{| Eight Months Ago | New Orleans |}-

I cowered in the back of my pen, as I did every night, hearing the barks, the growls, the squeaks and the squawks of the pained creatures around me. The area was pitch black, and only shadows could be seen. These were the things of nightmares to normal creatures. But not to us. We had been through too much for simple darkness to scare us. So, when the kennels around me started to go silent, I knew something was amiss. This had only happened a few times, and I never understood what it meant. But I would find out tonight; I just didn't know it yet.

I could hear paws in the hallway, the claws of the animal clicking against the hard, grey floor. Had someone gotten loose? Or was this another trick of the humans to frighten us? The only problem with the latter was the fact that there didn't seem to be any fear in the air; just anxiety and excitement. Quietly, I crept to the front of my cage, and that's when I saw him, and he saw me. Big green eyes stared back at me, before I lept back, his sheer size startling me. Not to mention I could tell, from the shape of his hulking body, that he was one of the things I most feared: dogs. A dog was watching me through the chain link, and, for once, I was happy to be in the tiny kennel.

"Hey, now," a rumbling voice flowed from the large body as I watched the shape sit, his head cocked to the side in curiosity, his Louisiana accent thick in the two words he spoke, "Now whyya so frigh'ened? I swear I ain't gonna hurt ya."

I could only stare back, utterly petrified, though his voice was calming in some strange way; it had to have been some kind of trick by this canine. Canines weren't to be trusted. He kept talking, though, obviously hoping I would warm up to him, "Lookie here, lil' one. I'm just tryin' tuh find someone I think coul' use some time outta here. As in...you wanna be free, again?"

I was quite incredulous. Was this canine really offering me a way out? A way to live my life again? No, this had to be a trick; nothing good could happen to me, after all, I was here, wasn't I? But something kept me from thinking that his canine was out to hurt me. His eyes showed kindness and his voice was soft and soothing; not to mention the use of a nickname I hadn't heard in two years: "little one". I stepped forward slightly, regarding him with a weary gaze.

"So ya do have some life in ya, huh? Whassure name, if ya don't mind me askin'."

For whatever reason, I was compelled to answer; after all, what use was a name to him? It's not like my name could hurt anyone, right? My voice was barely audible, but I knew he would hear me, "Liath...my name is Liath."

"Liath..." he spoke softly, as if pondering, almost appreciatively, which was confirmed as he continued, "I like it...rolls off the tongue nicely. Well, Liath, wouldya like to get outta here? Away from this horrible place? I can do that; all ya gotta do is say yes."

I considered his offer. If he was telling the truth, I might be able to get some semblance of my life back; if he was playing me, then he would kill me. I had a lot to gain, and very little to lose in my eyes; death was a much welcomed option by this point. However, my consideration was cut short as a door at the end of the hallway banged open. His eyes darted to the end of the hall, alarmed, as the previously silent creatures started up with their ruckus once more. I could hear the humans screaming, "Find that mutt! Find him!"

It was now or never.

"I'll do it. Get me out of here if you can."

"You got it, hun!" he yipped, his large body rising up and tripping the latch on the kennel, the door swinging open, allowing me to bolt out. I didn't get too far, however, before he grabbed me, and, with a cry of terror, I found myself on his broad back, holding on for dear life. His grinning face appeared over his shoulder at me, "Hold on, lil' one...it's about tuh be a bumpeh ride!"

With a final howl of "So long!" to the humans, he darted to the other door, with me on his back, begging whatever force protecting me at that moment to make sure I didn't fall off. My teeth gripped the fabric he had around his neck, tags around his neck jingling as he outran the demons of The Facility. He was, at that moment, my hero.

-{| Present Day | Louisiana |}-

"Bear saved your life, huh? So, how was the ride?" he laughed, mirth in his eyes as I laughed back.

"Terrifying, but I wouldn't change it for the world. I wouldn't be here without that insane dog carrying me on his back out that door. I swear, one of these days, I'll get him back for that."

"I wouldn't doubt it," he grinned, "Just don't hurt him too badly. After all, I want to be able to thank him."

"You can do that tonight, my dear Arwel. After all, you'll finally be meeting him," I smiled, happy about the prospect of seeing my "hero" once more, "He helped me so much after the escape. When we got back to his home, where his pack was gathered, I was a wreck. There were so many predators everywhere...but he stayed by my side, protecting me. He found a quiet corner, where no one was, to keep me safe. He did that for days before I finally agreed to come out and say hi to his psudo-family."

"I can understand that, though...after all...the last canines you saw, were ones helping take you from your herd. It had to have been a nerve-wracking experience."

"Oh, it was," I said quietly, my eyes scanning once more out onto the field, my heart jumping when I saw the silhouettes of three distinct creatures in the grass, standing to signal our position, "But I'm here now. I don't have to worry anymore."

"No, you don't," he replied, just as soft, taking my lead and also standing, his eyes trained on the figures getting ever closer. I noticed him jump slightly as Bear's joyful bark sounded through the wood, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Now, my friend, I have a question for you."

"Oh?" he asked softly, turning to look at me, as I continued to watch Rollo, Bear and the unknown goennec coming to join us.

"Mmmhmm...tell me...do you trust me, Arwel?"

He stayed silent for a bit, considering my question, before his gaze was taken from me to the field, his response making me smile as his gentle voice sounded.

"Always."

-{| The Future |}-

Liath and Cameo's story doesn't end there. No, Liath still has more to tell him, she's just unsure as to how he will take a certain event. That event being the breeding of herself and a ram she had never met; the union being brought upon them by The Facility's scientists, eager for new specimens to experiment on. The union produced a son; a son Liath never got to know, as he was taken from her upon his birth, a few months before Bear's arrival. Unsure of her feelings for Cameo, she wants nothing to jeopardize the relationship they have built up, waiting only until she is forced to tell that side of the story.

Meanwhile, another goey will join her new herd, a goey that just so happens to have been taken a few months after her. Liath will find out what happened to her home after her kidnapping, and, most importantly, discover the fate of her mother.

-{| The Cast |}-

-Cameo/Arwel
The Prince of Liath's new herd in Louisiana, and a ram that she has taken quite a liking to.
-Bear
A rottweiler who would rather die than to harm someone else, but isn't afraid to fight in the name of protecting those he considers his family.

-{| The Art |}-

Unfortunately, I didn't have a chance to make art of her, a fact I regret. However, I know, that if I should win her, I will happily shower her with as much art as I possibly can, including my awful attempts at drawing goeys. <3

*sniffs* I smell a new Goey round~ 8D *happy Tiger is happy*

EDIT: FINISHED 15 MINUTES BEFORE DEADLINE. CUE FEELING LIKE A FREAKING AWESOME PERSON. 8D

[Veggievampire]

Gah, the adult lines are gorgeous Kam~ <3

I will sit here and wait for one I love~
..well love more then the others because I love them all omg QQ

[Nawee]

"Is trying to be perfect a flaw?"

Goennec Pen #: 1
Name: Alec
How would you use him/her: I wish I could say that he would be spoiled with art and stories, but I fear I cannot promise that. However, it doesn't mean I will not give him a loving home. He would have a place in my character website, and I would draw him as much as I can during the little free time I have. I would RP him, if it ever gets active again. Mostly, I would use it in the vast world of my imagination, where all my stories happens, since I don't really write them down.
Define your Goennec:

Personality traits:
Nit-picky - Alec likes everything to be perfect to the very last detail. He doesn't tolerate flaws in anything he does, and tends to be a bit obsessive about it.

Neat-freak - He likes everything to be tidy and immaculate, especially himself. He can takes several hours grooming himself for the simple pleasure of feeling pretty and clean. It is somewhat of an obsession and he hardly tolerates being dirty.

Helpful - He likes to help others around, even if it means getting a bit dirty.

Naive - Alec's vision of things has always been a bit naive, and he wants to believe there is good in everybody. Sadly, it often leads him to being manipulated by his herdmates to do tasks for them.

Oblivious - Alec is oblivious to the mockery of others and their negativity. He knows that caring would only hurt him and bring him down.

Independant - Even he often help his herdmates around, Alec is highly independant and when he isn't doing something for another Goennec he is often by himself. He's also of little words, and doesn't speak a lot.

[nowi]

Goennec Pen #: 3
Name: Blossom
How would you use him/her: People who have known me for a long time may know that I am fascinated with cherry blossoms and anything of the like. So, naturally, Blossom caught my eye immediately. I absolutely adore his design, and if I were to win him, he would become one of my most beloved adopts.
Define your Goennec:

This form is a WIP

[! october]

Genders, yes. Sex, no. :]
Sex is set as they have a physical difference (males have the large, curved horns; females have the short horns), but it's perfectly fine to make one transgender.

Adhsafagseg this is wonderful. :D
I've wanted to try for him, but have been completely incapable of seeing him as being female.
So yay~ form time, then. x3

Also, since I didn't know how to stick it in the backstory properly, I'd like to state here that, indeed, Neu and co. will end up with the main RP herd. I'm not sure for how long, or if he'll stay, but they will meet at some point. c:

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Goennec Pen #:

Pen 5

Name:

Neurosis

Gender:

Physically female; but mentally male.
[He prefers male pronouns, and they therefore shall be used.]

How would you use him/her:


Neu would be used as a headmate, an art subject, a writing subject, a member of Ali's tiny herd, and as a character in the RP. I absolutely adore him and connect with him very well, and believe that he would be a very interesting character to RP with and headmate with. He'd be given a place on the site for my Goennecs that I'm working on, and would likely be one of those characters that is constantly invading my thoughts. Not that I mind, though. He's a very unique, special boy; and I can't help but love him. <3
He would start off with Ali and Tiger Eye, who really could use a "strong brave ram" in their little group, or so Neu thinks. After that, he'll end up with the 'offcial' Goennec herd, over in the RP. I'd really like to have a character to use in there, and Neu is perfect, in my opinion. Perfect in personality and such as well. I really do adore him, and can guarantee that he won't be left to gather dust.


Define your Goennec:



Relationships:


Ali: Neu tries to act kindly towards Ali, but she will have none of it. She's often taunting him about his appearance, and never fails to sneak a little jab into her words, even if the conversation is friendly. Neu has no clue as to what the origin of her animosity is, and likes to believe that it's just because of things that have happened to her in the past, and that she doen't really mean what she says. He is persistent, regardless, and has not yet given up in his quest to be nice to her.
He's unsure as to what Ali truly thinks of him, but likes to believe that he can see the truth when she occaisonaly curls up beside him at night, or smiles brightly when telling him a story of her travels, even if not all of her words are kind.
Neu himself is unsure as to what his feelings for her are.



Tiger: Though the two are very close friends, Neurosis strives to be a father figure towards the little ram, as he has recieved little to no parental love or guidance from Ali. Neu absolutely adores Tiger; and loves talking with him, playing with him , and just going for [very slow] walks with him. Tiger's disease gives him an intelligence and maturity that rivals that of Neu, but that doesn't stop the older ram from seeing the kid as his son. Tiger never has questioned Neu's gender, partially because he's blind, and partially because unlike Ali; he doesn't really care. Neu's voice is higher than that of a ram, and his footsteps say that he is lithe and light, and the kid has heard many a taunt from Ali, but he's willing to ignore these things. Neu is his friend and his father, and as long as he kind and understanding, Tiger doesn't really care about what else he is.


History & Personality:

When I was a kid, everything was okay. I was just a kid, and the other kids were just kids; none of us were short-horned does, and none of us were curled-horned rams. Those things were for the adults, just like making a harem was for the adults and having kids was for the adults. Fighting and being brave and strong were for the adults. I had no use of those things, and neither did any of the other kids. Part of me knew that I too woud grow to have curled horns and a harem and cute kids, but all of us have a faint sense of what's coming, I believe.
As a kid, I played and belonged and looked forward to my curled horns and harem and being strong and brave.

Naturally, I grew older. We were no longer kids, in time, but yearlings. The little does had gotten more delicate and their horns had stayed the same, but the young rams' horns had begun to curl, and they had grown bigger and stronger than their female counterparts. I wasn't bigger and I wasn't stronger, and the most annoying part was that my horns hadn't yet begun to curl. That was okay, though, because when they curled they would surely curl to be the biggest, strongest horns that had ever curled. They were just waiting so that the other lesser curled horns wouldn't feel so bad when they did. I knew this, and I believed this.
When I boasted to my mother about just how much my horns would curl, she laughed nervously and said that I was funny and cute. I laughed too, because I didn't understand why this worried her.
As a yearling, I played and laughed and waited for my horns to be better than all the horns that had come before them.

During this time, I found myself gravitating towards the other young rams when it was time to play and pretend to fight and hunt. They looked at me funny, but then shrugged it off and accepted me. The young does were confused, and often invited me to play with them instead. I thought that this was because they just really liked me. I figured that I would definently have a really big harem when I was older, since they always tried to get me to be around them. They never treated any of the other yearling rams like that.

I liked being around other Goennecs. I liked sleeping beside friends at night, and I liked sticking close to them during the day. I liked the hope and warmth of daylight, but I liked the excuse of night to snuggle closer to those I loved. I liked vibrant grass and bird-song and the excitement of a rainstorm. I liked nature and I liked life.
I didn't not like my still-short horns.
I told them, sometimes, that it was okay to grow now. That they wouldn't be hurting anyone's feelings. That they were hurting my feelings.
I don't think that they listened.

Rams liked does and does like rams, aside from a few rare cases. I was one of those rare cases. I liked rams and I also liked does, but I liked rams more often than I liked does. When it came close to being my generation's first Siv as an adult, I began to hang around the other rams quite a bit. Everyone saw this as being normal, no one gave it a second glance. Yet, when I expressed interest in female, some of the others thought to classify me as being different. I really didn't understand. Surely it would have been more standard for me to be interested in others of the opposite gender.
I waited for my first Siv as a mature ram with excitement, but also a bit of foreboding.
My horns hadn't grown and I was lithe and I was small and I was on the verge of realizing something very important.

The Siv came, and any and all worries of mine were washed away by hormones and adrenaline. I was excited and determined. I would have a harem, and I would have kids. Not only because I instictively wanted to pass on my genes, but I really liked kids. I wanted to watch them up and be proud and know that they were me and I was them. I wanted several does to hunt for and fawn over. My affections for rams were apparently not physical, because I felt no want for any of them. But, apparently, they wanted me.

I was asked by several different rams to join their harems, and I was extremely confused. Why would a ram want a ram in his harem? Two rams couldn't have kids. No does wanted to be in my nonexistant harem either. I hung around many of them, and joked with them and complimented them. But they only laughed when I invited them to join me. They generally avoided me after that.
In my first Siv, I ended up with no harem and ended up in no harem.

For the weeks after, I stayed on the outskirts of things. I was humiliated and I was frustrated. I would father no kids. I was useless.
And my horns still hadn't curled.
In retrospect, that was okay, because it was on the outskirts of things that I met what was likely the strangest little herd to ever exist.

She was a small doe that was in serious need of an attitude adjustment. She spoke with a funny accent, and walked in a funny cat-like way, and had a tendency to look at things with her blue eyes as if she could melt them by sheer force alone.
Her name was Ali, and I liked her a lot.
Her companion was a tiny little kid, one of the rare Affected ones, but so very intelligent because of it. He trusted Ali, and he let her lead him, even if he was much more suited to be the leader.
His name was Tiger Eye, but he preferred to be just called Tiger.

I learned many things from our first meeting.
Tiger was not Ali's son, and she would kill me if I suggested it again.
Tiger was much older and much more wise than he looked.
Ali was by no means a candidate for my future harem.
Ali was a desert creature, and liked to wander unlike most Goennecs.
She dragged Tiger along with her because he had no where else to go.
They were a herd of two, and they were so very dynamic and exciting.

I also learned that physically, I was not a ram.
She seemed to sense that something wasn't quite right with me from the moment we first spoke. She said it so bluntly that it felt like I had been struck. She seemed to understand, though. She seemed to get what it felt like to feel as if you're something that you're not.

I knew and I understood, then.
My horns wouldn't curl.
I told her that yes, I indeed was a ram.
She looked at me, and I looked at her, and there was an understanding there.
She asked if I wanted to join her herd instead of return to my own herd, I said yes. I could not go back. I could not face them.
I was a ram, but they saw me as a doe.
And, while Ali was more than happy to make fun of me as much as possible later, after we had grown to know each other, I knew that I could always face her.
Because she would let me be who I was.

And so I traveled with them for quite some time, even though I really didn't like all of it. I was a herd animal. I wanted a big herd, and I wanted to stay in one general area. Tiger had apparently grown immune to her strange ways, and followed because he had no choice. I had been sure that we would die at some point, since there were only three of us; but Ali was exeptionally good at avoiding danger. She was on watch almost constantly, and I admired her for it.
I missed the old herd, but I loved my new one.

Tiger and Ali told me stories, and I told them some of my own, too. Ali was older than me, and had seen so much more than me, but she was always willing to listen and add in her snarky little comments. Tiger seemed to think highly of me, and I thought highly of him, too. He was like my son, and I liked that. I felt proud when he chose to walk alongside me on some days, and when it was I that he chose to sleep beside.
I liked hunting with Ali, and racing with her, and fighting her. She was an excellent fighter for a short-horned female, and she was generous enough to teach me how to fight with short horns too.
I fought and hunted and stood watch and grew strong and brave. I didn't have curled horns, but I was a ram and I was myself.

Two Sivs came and went for our herd of three. Things were extremely tense, then, and Ali and I tried to avoid each other as much as possible. Tiger only smiled knowingly and was to immune to it all. Not because he was a kid. No, he was mature by then. When I asked him about it, he said that he simply felt nothing. I felt bad for him, but was jealous too.

I got to see her desert just once, and it was magical. Rather, she was magical. Ali came to life in the hot sun and hot sands, and her accent seemed to fit so well with everything, and her cat-like way of walking made sense on the sand. She was happier and kinder at home. When we left to return to more greener areas, happy-Ali was left behind, and replaced by the usual unhappy-Ali. Tiger sticked closer to her than usual when we had to depart.

I was happy with them. I missed my herd and I missed the safety of it, but I found safety and companionship with them.
I liked life. I liked all that I saw. I liked the opportunity to become more muscular and brave and swift.
I even liked my short horns, because as Ali showed me, they were so much more effective for real fighting than curled horns were.
I liked laughing and talking with Tiger, and I liked belonging.
As an adult, in the prime of my life, I learned and led and grew and prospered and loved and lived.

With them, I was at home.