I'm not nearly done, but just to make sure I make the deadline, I'll post my form now.
I know it's really unusual, but Kamaliah mentioned how goey's live longer in captivity, so I figured it was possible for them to be kept as pets.
Goennec Pen #: 2.

Name: Angora, although when he became a wild goey, he abandoned his old name and is now considered Rei (Ray).
How would you use him/her: Art, stories, that sort of thing.
I adore his design, and I would use him and love him. Shortly after I saw the fairies I thought of a storyline, and I finally decided it fit him perfectly ^^
Define your Goennec:
Behind the Name:The queen was quite an odd woman. She didn't like dogs or cats as pets; she liked Goennecs, which was fine and good, except for her system of naming them.
Every single one of them was named after a breed of dog, cat or horse. All of her favorites, or her family's favorites, were named after cats. For instance, Angora's name is short for Turkish Angora. Some other goey's around the palace were Tobiano and Piebald, while some others were Corgi and Retriever.
The PalaceThe castle Angora called his home was a very posh place, and it was obvious the people who lived there were very wealthy.
One of the turrets housed the princess. Of course she had her own room, but once the village was attacked they wanted the princess to be perfectly safe, and there be no way for anyone to sneak up on her. Angora was the princess's special pet, and she loved him a lot. Even in the turret, he had a soft bed he slept in each night. The princess would always tell Angora that the tiny sparks that came out of his legs had a special importance, but he never really listened, because he never thought he'd need anything but royalty and his princess.
Even though he never listened, he did know that her words were true. One morning he'd stepped into the ancient castle garden. All the roses were dead, the dusty crystal fountain dry save for a bit of sparse rain, and cobwebs covered every surface. Angora gently prodded them with his front paw, trying to dust the cobwebs off. And lo and behold, when the small sparks from his legs connected with the withered flowers, they burst into bloom, their delicate petals winding into a never-ending spool of fragrance. Every day he came back to the garden, and every day it was more beautiful. He had some of the palace servants clean the fountain and fill it with fresh water, so that he could water the roses.
The princess and Angora spent many blissful hours in the garden together, to forget their misery of what was to come.
The castle under siegeAngora daintily stepped into the huge garden. A crystal fountain was in the center and roses of every color covered the stone walls surrounding the enclosure. He heard humans behind him, and he ignored them as he gently nuzzled his roses and splashed his muzzle in the fountain, water droplets falling in every direction as he shook his head fiercely. His light green wings fluttered in the breeze, and he stared longingly at the pale blue sky, covered here and there by patches of soft white clouds. Angora knew the sun was also shining brightly; it was the perfect day to go for a walk outside. But alas, he couldn't leave the castle walls; his village was under attack, and if any of the royalty left the palace they risked being taken prisoner, or killed.
Moments later Angora's peaceful reverie was cut short as he heard blood-curdling screams coming from the throne room. He tore towards the noise, but as he entered the luxurious room, he stopped in his tracks, horror written on his face. The queen lay sprawled on the ground, obviously in pain, while the king knelt beside her. But Angora didn't really care about them. He needed to find the princess. Up to the top of the castle he half flew, half hovered, up the hundreds of steps that led to the princess's room. He saw her golden ringlets spilling over her pillow before he noticed her, tears dripping down her pale cheeks.
Angora leaped onto her bed, nuzzling close to her, while she cried into his mane. Soon they heard the clatter of metal coming up the steps, and they both knew it was the enemy coming up to finish them off. Angora quickly helped the princess out the window, and although he couldn't fly with the princess on his back, he was able to quickly help her down. Once they reached the ground, some men came and took the princess, after they proved to Angora that they'd take her to safety, which they did, but they wouldn't take him. He ran off, because he wanted nothing to do with the downfall of his village, and soon he found himself in the middle of nowhere. Angora was used to humans lavishing attention on him, and so suddenly being tossed into a human-free wilderness was quite a shock for him.