~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Tiikeria]

How dare you tempt me so~~ </3

Alas, I don't think I'll be going for any of these... unless Dispar decides to steal my heart. xD I'll try to give others a chance, though. Haldis is my sixteenth Goey... my herd once again barely fits in my RP avi. :P

It's at that point that you should just do an animated avi of all of them. XD

Can't decide if I'm going for any, this round. I'm still temped by Razzy, and there is something about Green that fascinates me. We shall see, though. :3

[Toadfoal]

Haha, Green! <3

Goennec Pen #: 5

Name: Norman

Why do you want this goennec?:
I think the automatic reaction to that question is going to have to be, "he's really pretty".
It's absolutely true, of course. His colors are enticing and I can't pretend to be surprised that he would catch the eye of a number of applicants. There's just something very nice about him, he's certainly eye-pleasing, and rather inspirational to boot.

He does look like he would be quiet, and maybe even brave in an antagonistic sort of way. I certainly can't see him as a protagonist, he's got that relatively innocent appearance, but I like to think he'd be deeper than your average hero. And I don't necessarily mean deeper in a respectable way (nor do I think he'd be the hero). That's what makes him so interesting.
For lack of a better comparison, he reminds me of a large cabin-style house I once saw owned by a wealthy guy out west. It was a really nice, homey feeling place, but there were tons of dead animals inside, mounted neatly on the walls so that their lifeless marble eyes stared at you no matter where you walked.

How would you use this character?:
Oh well, you know. I'd want to use him in the RP (I'm particularly fond of one-on-ones). He would certainly be an interesting character to roleplay! A lot of fun to doodle too, especially with that gorgeous long fur.
You know, I feel like I've said this all before, in some variations.
I would use him the way a character is meant to be used. For the development of storytelling through art and written language. 8D
And with any luck the Goey community should get to see him around, which I think is always nice.

Define your Goennec:

Gender~ Male
Height~ 2'3
Age~ 7
Tier~ Soldier

Personality

Quiet~ Unless it seems necessary, Norman does not actively seek attention just for the sake of getting attention. He would rather go about life in what he would consider a more quiet way. His actions generally speak for him. He does engage in conversation on a fairly regular basis, but again, he won't usually seek it out.
Womanizer~ If he gets the idea that a doe is at all interested in him, he'll pursue her. He is inherently this way, and never had any problems gathering decent sized harems, since he grew up well practiced in the ways of wooing does. Norman doesn't do this so much out of pride or even lust so much as because he knows he can.
Mild Mannered~ So he would appear. Norman has hovered between being an introvert and an extrovert his entire life.
Confused~ Never would he admit that he's confused, but Norman has a difficult time grasping certain aspects of his life. He wants his existence to be perfect and simple, but it's not, and he can't just be Norman the normal. Sometimes his confusion even leads him to fear and anger, which tends to just make things more difficult.
Egotistical~ Norman isn't exactly humble. He isn't very loud about it, but he thinks somewhat highly of himself, and if someone puts him to shame he is bound to act coldly towards them. Norman doesn't like to admit that there might be anything wrong with him, and when he is provided irrefutable evidence that something is he's been known to become defensive.
Immature~ Just because he's reached adulthood doesn't necessarily mean that Norman is fully mature. He is constantly growing and adapting to his situation, but it takes him some time to grow as an individual. Norman has potential, he just needs to continue on the better path to finding it.
Individual~ Norman adapts well to large crowds, but he's not a 'gossip and mingle' type. He likes his alone time and has a difficult time making close friends, but beyond his will he has a desperate need for companionship.
Imaginative~ Norman has a lot of interesting dreams. Often these dreams are absurd and he can wake up feeling amused, but occasionally he'll have a reoccurring one about a garden. While his dreams are usually not in color, this dream always is, and the idea seems to be of some comfort to him.
Simplistic~ There is a point to which Norman is more comfortable with formalities. He would rather not complicate things with emotions, and finds that pretending to be stoic can be useful. This of course doesn't help him to appear playful and friendly, but it's practical. Sometimes he does slip and let loose bits of how he really feels, but not if he can help it. Norman believes that herd life should be simple, and goennecs should live for the sake of living. Unfortunately he has a terrible time following his own guidelines, but he's stuck to the idea and won't let it go.
Stubborn~ Norman can be very stubborn about certain things, and when he's got an idea, or is humiliated, he'll stay that way for a good long time. He does pout, but often in a subtle way. Norman will pretend he really hates something, but secretly he has a difficult time holding grudges.

Likes

Companionship~ Although he has some trouble attaining it, Norman likes having close company. He doesn't understand intimacy very well, but he longs for close friends.
Dust~ Norman doesn't like getting dirty, but he loves dust baths. He hardly considers it to be 'dirt' because it makes his fur feel softer.
Water~ That's good stuff. Norman doesn't necessarily enjoy swimming, but he likes to lay around in shallow water, especially on hot days.
Control~ Norman is ultimately happy when he feels that he has control over his life. That is, if everything goes the way he expects it to. He's not really very ambitious, but that only seems to have raised his expectations of his life as it is. He will never aspire to be more than a soldier, but he would like to have the ideal life of a soldier.
Fruit~ Gosh, who doesn't like fruit?

Dislikes

Rejection~ Norman doesn't like to be rejected any more than the next guy.
Dependence~ Perhaps it is a result of pride, but Norman hates being dependent on anyone for anything. He would like the self security of being able to fight and hunt for himself. Anyone giving assistance must only be acting to lower his status.
Humiliation~ Having endured plenty of that during his life, Norman would love to regain a good reputation. He's only lucky enough to have someone willing to help him.
Fights~ In all honesty Norman doesn't actually enjoy fighting very much. It's not just because it might 'soil his coat' or the possibility of injury, but rather the fact that whenever he has gotten into fights it has always ended badly for him. So he would like to avoid them if possible.
Flaws~ Norman hates to admit his own flaws, but over time he has become well aware of them. One of his biggest goals in life is to fix himself, and to purge the hostility from his mind.

History

Even when Norman was fairly young it was clear that he had grown to be an attractive adult ram. Some of the others his age gravitated towards him for that, and he was quick to take advantage of the fact that he was well liked. His had been an odd birth year, he knew, and a number of the other kids were unfit to be soldiers, rams and does alike. Some had attributed it to the man-creatures nearby, for leaving shiny black waste in the water, and just for being odd in general. But he was plenty fit, his muscles rippled beneath his fur when he walked and he had no unusual ailments. Norman recognized that he was lucky, he was normal for a ram his age, and he appreciated that.

The young does seemed to appreciate it too. They eyed him critically, gauging his potential, and Norman let them. He didn't have to encourage it, or make an effort to show off. When his first Siv came, he knew that he wouldn't have many problems gathering a decent sized harem. The other rams he didn't have to worry about, by the time the Siv came around almost all of the weaker ones had already died. Nature had been merciful to them, as far as Norman was concerned.

When the time finally arrived, Norman gathered up a number of the young does he had grown up with, and some that were a number of years his elders as well. He had little competition, except from one of the other rams in the herd, who challenged him for several of his does. The ram's name was Virgil, and Norman was weary of him. Virgil was far too cocky for his liking, taunting him and saying things that made even the most mature does blush.

Virgil tried to steal the does away without a fight, but Norman challenged him. It was only fair that if he wanted them so badly, he should have to work for it. But Virgil was stronger than he had expected, they were very nearly an even match. Norman struggled to gain purchase, but he was determined. After all, the does of his harem were watching, and he wanted to impress them. Unfortunately, Virgil had the same idea in mind, and the bob-tailed ram seemed to be actually enjoying himself. He let out a loud, hearty laugh, and Norman was startled into a misstep. That was all it took, one little stumble. Virgil immediately took action and used the leverage to throw him to the ground. Norman would have been tempted to get up again and continue the fight, but he knew that he had lost. If he tried to get up now, Virgil would only beat him with hooves until he was too exhausted to stand.

Virgil knew immediately that he had won, and without even waiting to see if Norman would retaliate, he rounded up two of the does and herded them away. Norman pretended not to be concerned, but he felt cheated, and humiliated. His harem had been stripped by half, and the does he had left resorted to milling around and chewing on some grass.

To Norman's surprise, within a day the does he had lost came wondering back. Apparently, even though he had lost, they still saw him as the more reasonable suitor. Norman accepted them back very quietly, but after that he was more careful about the other rams, warning them whenever they came too close to any member of his harem. In all that year he gathered a relatively impressive group of five does, and those five he protected fiercely.

Norman was certain that his harem would produce a group of strong, healthy kids. But he was young and inexperienced. Norman didn't really know how to take care of the does in his harem properly. There was more to it than fighting away other rams. He spent so much time defending them that they were left to find food on their own. Norman didn't have the time to catch prey for himself and five others.

Two of the does lost their kids before they could deliver, but when the birthing season came Norman still looked forward to the other three. Surely they would produce handsome kids. But they all gave birth to stillborn. Norman was horrified, and he didn't understand. After everything, how could there be no kids? But he was certain that it could be by no fault of his, and so he moved on.

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A year passed and when the Siv returned Norman rebuilt his harem as he had the season before. This time he was very careful to take good care of all his does. But history seemed determined to repeat itself, again Norman was left with no offspring, and again he failed to understand why.

But that wasn't to be the end of Norman's problems. He still believed that he had the right and the responsibility to pass on his genes. That's what all good soldiers do, they ensure that the next generation is just as strong, if not stronger. The next year when the Siv arrived he attempted to build his third harem. But others had begun to take notice that there was something wrong. The does were more hesitant towards him, more weary to become part of his harem. He still looked strong and healthy, but he had yet to father a single living kid. All the other healthy rams and does had produced strong kids of their own, but not Norman. He wasn't really normal at all.

Nobody dared to say this to him, but he began to get the hint. That year he had trouble gathering any harem does at all. They didn't outright refuse him, but they were skittish and quick to join the other harems instead. Norman watched them go, wondering why he had been cursed with such misfortune. It wasn't his fault, his genes were pure and healthy. But it got harder and harder to convince the does that was really true.

That Siv he ended up with only one doe in his harem.

Norman took good care of her, and when the time came he stood watch for predators while she gave birth. He held his breath, hoping desperately that this one would not be stillborn. Soon a sound was carried to his ears that brought delight flooding through his entire being. The tiny cry of a newborn. Alive. Alive! He wanted to jump and shout his joy to every goennec he saw. But instead, he walked calmly down to lay eyes on his new son or daughter.

The mother was standing in front of the newborn, blocking it from his view. Protective, as he should have expected. But that was a good thing, as far as he was concerned. She snapped at him, but he nudged her away, and looked down to see a truly freakish looking kid. Norman took a step back in horror. This creature had no horns or tail, odd raggedy ears, and deathly thin little legs that could by no means support its tiny body. An infected.

Norman stared at it for a few moments, ignoring the loud protests of the kid's mother. This could not be a product of his genes. When he finally payed her attention, it was of the worst kind. His head whipped around and his red eyes bored into the doe. But instead of yelling at her, he attacked. Biting, clawing, anything. The doe let out a cry of terror as he overwhelmed her with hits. She stumbled back to save herself, and dealt a hard kick to the little kid, who went sprawling back with a squeal. It was only that squeal that stopped him. Norman forgot everything else, and looked desperately for the kid. But when he found it, it's limbs had been broken at odd angles and it was clearly dead.

Despair overwhelmed Norman, and he slumped to the ground, ignoring the shouts as other rams came to check on the doe and see what had happened. Their eyes caught of the battered doe and her broken child, then Norman, sitting there as if he could neither see nor hear them.

The rams finally had to bully him to his feet so that he would listen to them. Understandably, his actions would have to be punished. But Norman shook his head, refusing to admit that he had done anything wrong. The doe provoked him, brought him false hope. Not his fault, none of it could possibly be his fault. But it was, and they knew it. Quickly this was brought to the attention of the little group's leader, who was called upon to punish Norman.

It was advised that Norman be banished, which itself was no less than a death sentence, but he was granted a lower sentence since he had never shown himself to be violent before. Instead, he was to be watched constantly by one of the other soldiers. Norman waited quietly to see who would be chosen, and recognized at once the ram who was asked to step forward.

Virgil. No, that couldn't be right. Norman was no fan of Virgil's, he despised the ram who had attempted to break his harem. In fact, a part of him blamed Virgil for all that had happened. If Virgil hadn't beaten him, all of his kids might have survived. He stared at Virgil with disgust clearly written on his face, and Virgil came to receive him with a smile to shame the sun. That just made it all the worse.

"Well now my unfortunate friend,
Look what you've landed yourself into,
But worry not, this is far from the end,
You've got me,
I'm the best thing that could ever have happened,
Poor soul, now consider yourself lucky!"

Norman stared at him for a long moment, standing there with his head up and silky bobbed tail twitching from side to side like an enthusiastic dog. What a suiting punishment. He turned away without a word and walked on past all the others. Norman didn't even know where he was going, he couldn't leave the herd, but he could at least try to escape their scrutinizing eyes. He was already in so much pain, nobody needed to see him in such a state.

But Virgil was there too, following him around wherever he went, as if they were somehow tied by a leash. Norman felt like this should have been like a punishment to Virgil too, he couldn't imagine anyone actually enjoying following him around all the time, but Virgil seemed to take it quite well. His main duty was to keep Norman well away from the does and kids, and he did this was gusto. Norman quickly found that it made his life more pleasant just to stay away from them on his own. Then at least Virgil wouldn't kick him.

By night things were not much different. Virgil still had to stay by his side, to make sure he wouldn't try anything when the others were sleeping. Still no complaints, Norman watched as Virgil situated himself to keep watch the entire night. Norman doubted there would be any luck in that, and he let himself drift off into an uneasy sleep. Sometime in the very early morning, when he awakened, there was Virgil, still sitting and keeping watch. The furry ram just grinned at him, and Norman scowled, turning away.

But never did Virgil hold Norman's hostility against him, and over time Norman began to feel more grateful. Virgil was... Almost a friend. But he would never let the other ram know that, and he kept up the image of strongly disliking the other, and usually refused to speak to him. Virgil would talk to Norman all the time though, just chatting on and on in verse and not really caring that Norman pretended not to listen. Norman knew that Virgil would have preferred to talk to the other goennecs, but he was stuck with his duty to the herd, and seemed satisfied to prove himself worthy of the task.

"It's really a shame,
The entire power structure we have built ourselves into,
Soldiers want to up their rank for fame,
Sometimes the interests of the herd are compromised,
It's all got to be very political, competitive if you will,
I tell you, I've seen herds fall for this,
In their own greed they push boulders up the hill,
Only to crush those innocents standing at the bottom of the other side,
I would never want to aim for a higher rank,
Being a soldier ought to be enough for those who are smart,
I'd prefer not to have someone's horns twisted into my flank."

Norman would pretend to busy himself with ignoring Virgil in any way possible, but to his own shame he started to enjoy hearing the other's voice. Just having someone talk to him meant a lot, now that the herd saw him as some inside predator. A murderer. But one of passion. Maybe that was why Virgil took pity on him. Virgil certainly had a good deal of passion, and he poured it out verbally on any doe who would come close. But when there were no does, there was always Norman. Poor, unfortunate Norman the wannabe-normal.

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Another year passed, and still Norman was under constant watch. His sentence had been given no end-date, and he began to wonder if there ever would be an end. Perhaps when he died.

Norman had been growing restless, the Siv was approaching yet again, and he knew this time he would not be allowed to participate. Virgil was still allowed to go at the does to build his own harem, but as usual he had little luck. Especially not with Norman around. He'd gotten so used to Virgil following him around that now he instinctively would follow Virgil, and none of the does wanted to go near Virgil when Norman was around.

It was around this time that Virgil finally began to feel almost as annoyed by the situation as Norman. More annoyed, actually. Virgil was only interested in the does, and his service to the herd was punishing his greatest passion. Why should Virgil's luck with does be compromised even more? But while he still wouldn't admit it, Norman had gotten used to the constant company, to a point where he enjoyed it more than being alone. But he was still as desperate as the other to build his own harem. If only he were allowed one more chance! He still felt sorrow for his lost kid. Even if it had been an infected, he had never wanted it to die.

One day, when Virgil was busy trying to woo a few does who were seemingly enraptured by his poetry, Norman found himself sneaking away. A lone doe had caught his eye, chewing on some berries not far away. He made sure that Virgil was still busy, and crept closer. When the doe spotted him she didn't run away, but ducked her head shyly.

Even after what Norman had done, he was still a handsome suitor, and many of the does, he knew, still found him attractive. So he had a chance, as long as he wasn't caught. But before he could get close enough to try, there was a rustling in the bushes nearby, and another ram appeared, spotting Norman instantly. The doe must have already been in this ram's harem, for he recognized immediately what Norman was trying to do, and flew at him angrily.

In his surprise, Norman forgot to defend himself and was swiftly knocked to the ground. He managed to deal a few blows to his attacker, but this ram was huge, and Norman had no chance. He let out a yelp as a hoof smashed down on his face, and the world seemed to swim before him, making everything far too confusing to comprehend.

But then the weight was lifted, and a disoriented Norman scrambled to his paws to hear voices shouting. He couldn't see what was going on, his head was still swimming, but after a moment he realized that he recognized one of them. Very well, in fact. Virgil had abandoned his does to come and help Norman. To defend him. Norman wanted to be angry, nobody dared to fight his battles for him, but he just couldn't bring himself to it.

The ram that had attacked Norman soon walked away with his doe, leaving them with the does Virgil had been talking to. Clearly proud of himself, Virgil turned back to them, but they only looked the other way. They were among those who thought ill of Norman, and after seeing Virgil defend him they had lost interest. The does believed that they should be top priority, and Virgil had abandoned them for a goennec he should not care about at all.

"Why do you need us? You've already got a favorite."

One of them retorted, and Virgil was left to stare in surprise as they stalked away. He had no idea what they were talking about. Norman eyed Virgil for a moment, and realized that the ram looked as if he had been stepped on. Not cheerful as usual, far from it. Norman glanced around, and walked towards him awkwardly, standing with his head bowed slightly.

"Thank you."

He mumbled reluctantly, and Virgil pried his eyes away from the two does. They seemed to have already found someone else, or rather, someone else had found them. Their eyes met, and Virgil gave Norman a sad sort of smile. After that, Virgil was forced to quit his attempts to build a harem, and Norman did the same. He was still clearly upset about his situation, but Virgil was always there, kind enough to offer him a bit of consolation.

"I urge you to listen to what I have to say,
I told you once before that this is not the end,
And I stand by that judgement as long as you don't stray,
Stand by me, and I will help to guide you,
But you must learn to grow and relinquish your past,
Only then can your crime of passion be forgiven,
Just remember that the others are not so fast,
Be patient with them too,
And some day soon I think you'll find a stronger you,
Who is capable of producing the offspring you so desire,
If you'll let your life begin anew."

And despite Norman's protests at his fellow's persistent oddness, he knew that Virgil was probably right, and this was the best thing that could have happened.

[asexual]

Goennec Pen #: 2
Name: Daichi
Why do you want this goennec?: His color scheme is just lashfdlsk beautiful <3 I just have no words @u@
How would you use this character?: He will probably be best bros with my Dracavian. I can totes see them hanging. B]
Define your Goennec: Daichi is a very passionate creature, he'll vehemently stand up for anything that he believes in. Even so, he's not one for violence, he'd rather cut with words then with weapons. He has a soft spot for the rain, and whenever it is raining you can find him outside. He detests hot days, anything over 70 degrees has him running for shade.
That doesn't stop him from enjoying a good sun bath every now and then though.~

And I just noticed he has the same horns as Dandelion. Even more perfect, when they argue they'll literally be 'butting heads' xD -lame joke-

[Nawee]

I knew I should have gone for Razzy.
Congrats, SoulBridge :3
Galaxy-themed Goeys seems like an amazing idea! 8D I just love space. Can't wait for next week
I don't know for who I'm going for this week, but I'll be reusing my form because I'm a lazy bum. I'll wait to see the competition though xD

[Junsui]

Oh no, Toad is going for Dispar. I'm doomed. CX You're still going to get some competition from me.

Goennec Pen #: 5
Name: Leon
Gender: Male
Why do you want this goennec?: The beautiful red under his brown stripes; oh, it was hard to choose a Goey this time. He just has a beautiful pattern on his fur, it makes him my favorite. He has such an elegant look, and handsome. <3
He just reminds me of a cute, shy, sweetheart kind of person, and somehow he was able to get me to choose him over Green. I'm thinking it was the scarlet under his stripes, they pull your eyes towards him. The brown is also an excellent mix, I can see that I'm not the only one, not even near it, who's going to go for this beauty. To put it shortly, he's beautiful and it would be an honor to have him as my first Goey.<3
How would you use this character?: Well, in my character thread, in the Goennec Rp {If I can find it}, my signature, I might make his head an avatar. He'll get a special place in my Goennec part of my character thread. So, basically, lots of things. I'll definately draw him when I can, he looks amazingly fun to draw. I'll write a small story for him in my character thread, and I'll work hard on it. He definately won't be forgotten, and he will always be my favorite Goey if I get him and get more, and my first. My main Goennec, basically.<3
Likes: Moths, naturally, and the golden time in the afternoon between sunset and night. The entire herd as well, and he regards the entire herd as his family. He also adores the color blue, and he stays up a little bit in the day just so he can see the robin blue sky. Anything athletic, he adores challenges. He also likes being alone, where no one can accuse him of showing off or moaning over how he's always jumping over their heads. He likes peace and quiet too; it helps him concentrate.
Dislikes: Being watched while running or jumping, being the center of attention, being picked on, people trying to get him "out of his shell", and wasps.
Define your Goennec: He's shy and gentle all right, but he's also a sweetheart. He admires the Elders, their intelligence, and how long they have lived amongst the herd. Strangely, he's a nocturnal one, stays up almost all night, and most of the day. Some would call him an insommniac, but that's not true, it's simply because he is nocturnal, and was born that way. Running is a fun habit of his, dashing around and banging his horns around. But he quickly crawls back into the depths of the shadows if he realizes he's being watched. He's embarassed easily. Jumping, as well, is also a natural talent for him. He leaps from large rocks, huffing with exhaustion we he finishes, very different from that morning, when he was brimming with energy. He also has a large respect for the leader, and never challenges his word. So, overall, Leon is shy, handsome, strong, respectful, loyal, nocturnal, and an overall good friend to have.

Story:Lapping from a nearby brook, Leon prepared to dive from one of the largest rocks in the area, one with plenty of steep edges, nooks and crannies, slippery paths, and a steep drop downward, towards the end. Chips of it feel every day, htting the elders one by one, and sometimes you could hear them complain about the falling pebbles at night with their grunts and groans. He climbed up it almost expertly, then steadily and tentatively walked along the steep path, avoiding slippery edges and caverns and holes on the rough surface of the rock. He gulped and stared down as he reached the end, looking at how far away the soft, velvety soil was from him. He turned his head to see two grumpy males grunting angrily at him, glaring at him as if he were a show-off. Leon quickly crept away, into the ebony shadows, when he realized his way down was cracking. The rock could not hold his weight, and was breaking down. The elders, He thought. I must save the elders before this rock crushes and kills them in their sleep. He met the challenge of jumping down off the very edge of the rock head-on by leaping, hooves first, off the rock and grasping four of the elders as the rock exploded apart in an immense explosion of dust, rock, and soil. He quickly grabbed the others as a slab of the rock tilted and began to attempt to squish an Affected young one who had his hoof stuck on a piece of the rock. He slammed him away from the falling rock and it crashed to the ground, sending tiny fragments of it everywhere. With that, he was too shy to take credit for his act of sudden courage, and swiftly darted towards the back of the clump of the herd who had appeared, awakened in the late night by the strange falling rock. He simply gasped with them genuinely for once whe he saw what had happened to the rock. All along, beauty had been held inside of it, and now that it had been split open, an azure crystal shone like diamond in the moonlight, fulgent and luminous. Beauty can come from disaster, Leon thought.

Story #2:
Fall leaves were scattered everwhere. He woke up momentarily frightened, but quickly got over it and admired the gentle beauty of the leaves. Amber, light brown, and others accumulated throughout the forest, empty of life, but full of beauty. {WIP}

[SilverHund]

Goennec Pen #: 7
Name: Razz
Why do you want this goennec?: She is beautiful and is the kind of character I strive to obtain. I love her mane and I kinda of see a little bit of me in her.
How would you use this character?: I would use her often, obtain art of her, use her in the RP and have her guard my art shop. I would write stories and draw oekakis of her often.
Define your Goennec:
Razz is a fun you geonnec who loves parties and hanging out with other geonnecs. However, she had a sad event when she was younger and she is still shunned somewhat for it. Because of this, she can be seen sitting alone at night in a little clearing lit by glowing mushrooms.
Razzy's Past:
Razzy hopped out of the den she shared with her mother. The oldish female chuckled, trotting after her daughter. Razzy was her third child and her only daughter. Sitting at the edge of the clearing they lived in, which was lit by glowing mushrooms at night. His name was Roc. He was a tough, powerful old Geonnec who was sometimes called a cold fish. His mate, Razzy's mother, Lune, was nothing like him, she was free, happy and kind, well-loved by their tribe. Roc motioned for Lune to come over, and she sent Razzy to play with her friends. From a distance, she could see them arguing. Roc suddenly got furious, an unearthly rage filling him. He ripped Lune's throat open from jugular to corotted using the sharp tip of his horn. Razzy stopped playing and ran to the side of her mother as her blood pooled around her.
She only said one final word, "Live."
"Mom?! MOM?! MOMMY?"
No answer.
"aaaaah!"
The other geonnecs came running and seeing the scene, they all restrained Roc and dragged him to the leader for judgement.

The ruling came back the next day. With a hateful glare to the leader, Roc was chained up. Roc was to be executed. As they dragged him away to the depths of the forest, tears welled up in the eyes of his daughter. Razz had no family left. She cried for weeks and weeks with no one to comfort her. One day, she looked up at the sun and her tears dried.
"I will live mother, I will live happily while I can."

[Desmond]

Goennecs Form List
If your form is not isted and you posted before me, or if you're dropping out, please post letting me know. :3 Also, please don't

mind my shorthand for your usernames.

1. Pepper


2. Green
(Atome) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4920#p28074781


3. Luno


4. Gypsy


5. Dispar
(Toad) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4920#p28074685
(Juns) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4920#p28079874


6. Pointer
(FP) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4830#p27643549


7. Razzy
(Afr) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4720#p27224190
(HA) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4750#p27409533
(Snow) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=4820#p27632181
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[Junsui]

At least you called me "Juns" this time. CX You can call me June, I guess.

[Desmond]

xD I had you down as Jun. Which I always said in a way that rhymed with "Hun". 'Cause we're getting down to business to defeat them. /Mulan

[Lady Masquerade]

Oh no, not again! Well, congrats Wibeke on getting Fin.
Kam, I have question. Does our form have to be finished to get a Goennec? I always have wild ideas for long stories, but I havne't gotten a Goennec. Yet, I've never finished a story when making a form. Is that why?