~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[MirrorMask]

Hey guys how is anyone's forms going?

[Dradogo]

Hey guys how is anyone's forms going?

Mine's failing miserably. I think even a rock could beat my form.

[Nawee]

I've edited my form. I still need to add the part when Eri meet with Monsoon and I'll be done. I'm quite happy. But I feel there is something missing (apart for what I still need to write). I really want him.

If you want, -3B-, you can read what I have already written and PM me with what you think I should tweak a bit.

[MirrorMask]

That's good, oh good luck.

[Desmond]

Go ahead and send it, Nawee. It might take me a bit to reply, because I'm being PM'd and IM'd and told to feed the animals and take the dog out, but I can proofread/crit.

[Jade Mystic]

Marking <3

Imma go for Sunset but I'm changing his name to something else, yupyup ^-^

... snake themed or Asian themed Goennecs would be awesome o3o

Goennec Pen #:
3

Name:
Sunset Noelin (NO-lin)

How would you use him:
To stare at xD Pretty art~ stories, probably. Art, maybe, but I fail at drawing. Poems, almost definitely. I'll put him up if I ever make a charrie thread, but he's my first adopted character ever so... that's somewhat doubtful, yupyup.

Define your Goennec:

Rage was an unfamiliar emotion to him. Truth to be told, it sort of scared him a bit--that deep, bubbling pit of anger welling up within your very flesh, threatening to tear your entire being apart, the rush of... something, coarsing through your body, and the haze of red clouding around the corners of your mind, turning the most placid Goennecs into merciless killers. Noelin hated that emotion. Hated it hated it hated it. He strived to push it away at all costs, to not succumb to it's ranging inferno, to protect himself against it regardless of his situation. But sometimes, you've just got to step into the ring of fire.

What had she done? Why had she done it? What was the purpose of her actions? He couldn't see anything but red. Red all around him, soaking into his fur, her fur, the fur and mouth and nose of the two carcasses littered over the ground. Those were their parents! The ones that had given birth to them, nurtured them, cared for them, supported them throughout their whole lives...

Wetness clung to his paws, soaking through his thick fur. The coppery tang of blood made it's way into his nose, reminding him of the horrendous deed. Growls erupted through the air. Were they her's or were they his? Noelin didn't know. He couldn't tell anymore, not through the haze of anger that clouded his mind and threatened to sweep him away in it's fiery embrace. She killed them! So what if they weren't the nicest of parents to her, they were still his parents. They were still the herd's alpha pair. They were still Goennecs, just like him or her.

With anger fueling his motions, he soon found himself staring down onto her still frame, his large paws pinned down upon her throat. Noelin heard another growl--was that his? Was he capable of making such a vicious sound? He didn't know, he didn't know what he was capable of anymore. He didn't know her, he didn't know him, he didn't know anybody. Seems fitting, no, for the herd's nobility to be killing each other off like this?

Muscles tensed, preparing to sink his claws into her soft flesh, to end the life of this demoness once and for all. However, by chance, his firey eyes once again found her's, and he found, to his surprise, that all the anger was slipping out of his frame.

Confusion. Sadness. Betrayel. Anger. Hope. Relief. Happiness.

Usually, his sister's eyes displayed no emotion whatsoever. However, this time, he could clearly see them reflected in her crystal clear eyes. When was the last time those eyes hadn't been furrowed in either anger or sadness? When was the last time they had been so clear, giving him an unhindered glance into her soul? When was the last time he'd been able to read her so clearly, without any walls put up around her fragile heart?

Slowly, softly, he felt himself slide off of her thin body. He saw her get up and shake out her beautiful pelt, stained with the blood of their parents.

Anger had been replaced by sadness in his mind. Lowering his head, he uttered one question.

One question only.

One question that would change the course of their life... forever.

~*~

By all means, this was a fabulous day. The birds were chirping, the sun was shining, a small breeze was blowing, there was no cloud in sight, and three young Goennecs were plotting in the lush green grass.

"This is blasphemy!" A young male snorted, scraping at the ground with his one hoof. "They can't decide to just cut down our trees with their... whatever those things are!"

An even younger female just shrugged, her dark eyes darting towards the receeding treeline. Her tail flicked a bit in irritation, brushing away the annoying mosquitoes that tried to have a bite at her soft skin. "The option of moving is still available," she pointed out. "No need to get your mane ruffled so bad, Li." Her four paws splayed lazily in the soft spring grass as she extended her body in a lazy stretch. "You've seen those things. We can't possibly do anything about them, right, Noe?"

The male's broad shoulders fell up and down in a shrug as he scratched behind his horns with his right paw. "They're loud," he admitted. "And fast. And big. And they can cut down trees as easily as if it were a blade of grass. But!" And here he paused, "They're controlled by those naked... things..."

"Tophairs," the young female supplemented. She was the youngest of them and yet the smartest, too. Go figure.

"Yes, Tophairs!" Noelin crowed in triumph, as if he was the one who'd remembered their names instead of Alithea. "If we attack at a time when the tophairs aren't controlling them, then we--"

"My point is," Alithea grunted, butting in front of the taller male, "We can't take them on no matter how hard we try. Stop drowning yourself in your little fantasies, Noelin and Rylio."

You knew she was serious when she used your actual names instead of the shortened forms of them, or a nickname.

"Ah, Ali. Ali, Ali, Ali." Noelin smiled and patted her on the head with his paw, which she promptly shook off in annoyance. "You never know what you can achieve unless you try!"

"And you two never know what you cannot achieve until you fail," The firey young Goennec growled, prowling away to her brother's side, her four paws carrying her gracefully over the short green grass. "Face it, you delusional boys. There's no way we can defeat those monsters."

Rylio still shook his head stubbornly at his sister's words. "There must be a way! There must!" the young male exclaimed, planting his one paw dramatically onto the soft, uneven ground. He turned his eyes towards Noelin. "Do you have any ideas?"

"Were you two listening?! I said--"

"Ali," Noelin smiled, beckoning her away from Rylio. "Give us a second, will you?" he called to the younger Goennec, before turning his attention back on Alithea. "Now, I know as well as you do that it'll be next to impossible to defeat the Tophairs."

The young female frowned. "Then why do you still insist on listening to my brother's crazed ideas?" Her voice, as well as Noelin's, was lowered to a harsh whisper. "If you know that I'm the one who speaks the truth, why do you still ignore me and hear him out instead?"

A small smile flitted across his muzzle. "Li's not angry because of the fact that the trees are being cut down. He knows as well as we do that we can just move. However," And here, Noelin placed his muzzle right next to her ear and softly breathed, "what he is angry about is that we can't stop them even if we wanted to do so."

Swiftly withdrawing once more, he grinned at Alithea and bounded back to Rylio. Blinking, the small Goennec looked after him blankly for a few seconds before snapping out of her trance. "Hey, don't run off on me now!" she exclaimed, bouncing in the direction of Noelin and Rylio.

A laugh was all that was heard from Noelin. "Silly Ali," he teased before turning his attention back to Rylio. "So, you got any ideas?"

"Tear everything apart tonight," came Rylio's gruff reply.

Ali bristled. "What?! You're crazy! That plan's impulsive, ill thought-out, dangerous and--"

A small smile curved over Noelin's lips as his paws tapped Ali's shoulder, effectively making the small Goennec pause long enough for him to interject.

"And so crazy that it might just work."

~*~

"... what have you done?"

[Dradogo]

Out of curiosity, how many are trying for Cumulus so far?

[Desmond]

Your form's the only one that's in so far. But I know I've seen at least one other person say they might. I'll have to look back.

[Dradogo]

Ok then *quickly tries to finish song*

[Nawee]

Oh noes, somebody else is going for Sunet T-T I'll work on my form =3