~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Lirrie]

Goennec Pen #: 6. Sunrise
Name: 1st Sunrise then Jewel
How would you use him/her: Well she will be like a daughter to Lavi and talahasi and I will be useing her in the roleplay (signing up after I finish this application). She would be one of my few baby animals (which i love.) Like all of my characters she will traveling with the rest of my squad. Mostly she will hang out with my babies Venus and Lavantia.

Define your Goennec:

1ST Name: Sunrise
2nd Name: Jewel

Heath: Jewel is perfectly healthy except for one teansy little detail, she has amnesia and cant rember anything before she met her adoptive parents.

Personality: Jewel is one determined Geo and when she wants something she works hard to get it. She must get to know you to trust you but once she does you'll never have a better friend. She is a lover not a fighter but when push comes to shove she will do what she needs to.

Likes: Water and the sun, she loves to skip over the meadow.

Adopted Mother: Lavantia
Adoptive Father: Talahasi


In the End By Linken Parks Lyrics Below

It starts with

One thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme to explain in due time
(All I know)

Time is a (valuable thing)
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock (ticks life away)
(It's so unreal)

Didn't look out (below)
Watch the time go (right out the window)
Tried to hold on, but (didn't even know)
I wasted it all just to(watch you go)

I kept everything inside
And even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me
Will eventually be
A memory
Of a time

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter.

I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter.

One thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme to remind myself how I
(Tried so hard)

In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised(It got so far)

Things (aren't the way they were before)
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me(In the end)

You kept everything inside
And even though I tried
It all fell apart
(What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I)

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
For all this
There's only one thing you should know

I put my trust in you!
Pushed as far as I can go!
For all this!
There's only one thing you should know!

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

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The Legend of Sunrise (Geos are property of Kam)

Once the was a small herd of night color Goennecs called the Night Herd. They all had mane and fur the color of the night sky and in fact even only came out when it was completly dark. Well as legend has it a powerful sun colored goe came and took the herd from their leader. The first lamb born that spring was the coler of the night sky with a sun yellow mane and light blue markings.

Her mother named her Sunrise and so the Legend began....

Prolouge

"Sunrise!!!" yelled Sunrise's mother looking around the feild frantically. The small Goe was no where to be found but Seaera had a feeling she was on that hill again.

She cantered towards the hill worried because she didn't hear anything, when she got to the top she gasped. To lions had Sunrise cornered at the cliff side and where moving in as Sunrise back up. She could see that Sunrise had tried to fight of the lions the best she could. She heard gravel scatter down the rock face as Jewel got right on the edge. When the lion jumped at her she flinched instinctively which sent her tumbling over the edge.

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

"Sunrise!" screamed her mother unknowingly putting her self in danger in her grief at the though of her daughters death.

Authors Note: Sunrise isn't dead, this story would really suck if she died in the beginning.

The lions heard her scream and turned around leaping at her, instinct over came grief and she bleated in terror before running away back towards their herd leaving her daughter to the fates.

Chapter 1

"Are you alright?" Sunrise heard a clearly female voice say, she tried to open her eyes to see who it was but the suns glare forced her to close them again.

"Try again but slower," said the female in a softy concerned tone.

Sunrise tried again and this time managed to get them open, when she did she stared at her surrounding in terror. This wasn't home, home looked nothing like this! She stood up and fell onto her butt (if we aren't allowed to say that i'll take it out) in surprise.

"Are you alright?" the calming female voice said in worry. Sunrise looked over at her and was surprised, she was gold and had a long mane like hers but it was lavender like her eyes. She shone a bit in the sunlight like a jewel that was just polished. She unlike sunrise had 4 paws. The female watched her as she took her form in then when she appeared to be done staring Tea she said, "Now that your done looking then do you know who you are"

Sunrise shook her head no, not wanting to speak. Tea chuckled, "Poor thing your nervous as can be. Well since we don't know who you are then we will call you Jewel."

(Authors note: from this point on sunrise will be refereed to as Jewel.)

Jewel nodded her head in response, " Thank you mam." she said in a bell like tone.

Surise the Geo
I tried my best to match the colers

Sunrise

[! october]

I'm slightly confused; wasn't Sunrise adopted? X3

[Cirque]

Goennec Pen #: 2
Name: Gem
How would you use him/her: Well, I would give Gem a home in my goennec thread, order art of her, and make art of her. I feel a connection with, when i first saw her, it's like she just illustrated her story into my mind, which has only ever really happened to me once before, with Vienne.
Define your Goennec: Gem likes to be leader, she is kind, strong willed, mercyful, helpful, beautiful, seductive, cunning, smart, agile, and quick footed. But, as everyone does, she had a fatal flaw, which was not taking criticism well. One bad remark, and well, Gem wouild turn on you. She knew of her flaw and tried to control her temper, but it semmed seemingly impossible. However, she promised to not ever fatally injure someone for a comment of theirs.

Upon my birth t'was a celebration, one that celebrated the long anticipated arrival of Karma and Ignantation, the chosen leaders of our pack of twelve. There I was, a small, defenseless goennec, who came into the known and the unknown world. I was born in a cluster of shrubery, and I was laid upon a soft grass bed. The bed t'was made for me, as you see, my parents, being the long-time leaders of a powerful goennec pack. As I came into the world, my senses were fuzzy, my eyesight was clear, but what I saw was unknown, all I heard was the soft mumbling of my prideful parents.
"T'is the most beautiful goennec I ever seen." Said a feminine voice.
Followed by a much more husky voice. "Yes, what shall name her, though."
"Her name, it must be something special, names are destiny..."
"Her eyes, they sparkles like gems. That shall be her given name, Gem."
"That shall be it, sha'n't anything be more fitting than that."
Upon so it appeared my name had be chosen and given to me, Gem. That day, there was a feast, all twelve goennecs of the pack were proud that they were in my pack. They cheered as soon as I was afoot, celebrating such an unforgetable moment. No one shall forget, nor I. As I grew, I became smarter, more diligent, I was praised for being so well-tempered, that is, until I discovered the one flaw that was an imperfect mark on my perfection, a mark that no one wanted. This mark was my inability to take criticism. I discovered this flaw when I was discussing my fur with another one of the pack members, Deja, she was beta to my parents, and I respected her.
"My fur," Said I. "isn't all that shiny, it surely doesn't fit my name as Gem." Now, i do admit, I was a bit conceited at that young age.
"It is well enough shiny, although, it is a bit wavy." She replied.
"What?!" I shouted. "Wavy? My fur is wavy?"
Deaja looked at me with a shocked expression on her face, which soon turned grim. "You have it, too." She said, stone-faced.
"What?! I have what?" I screamed.
"The worst trait one could hve, the inability to accept criticism." She replied coldly.
I calmed down. "That's impossible!" But I knew it was true, I had though my personality was perfect up until that point, but now it seemed to come crashing down all around me, as a reminder of my imperfection.
When Deja told my parents, they were not happy.
"Gem," My mother said. "The trait of having he inability to accept criticism has been a trait that's been throughtout the family for as long as anyone can remember."
"Trait?" I questioned. "This "trait" seems like a curse."
"I know, just try to control it."
With that, I went off to the field south of our current home, it was lush, the grass was bright green, and it was delicious, but my favorite part were the flowers, they were everywhere, and they matched the ones on my coat, perfectly. They smeeled wonderful, and tasted sweet, too. I also liked that the sunlight always shone down, it was large, at least one hundred meters in diameter without any trees, and there was a small brooke that flowed slowly off to the west, the sound of the water always calmed me, and wading into the shallow water, which just about went up to my shoulders, always cooled my senses.
I had a lot on my mind, first, about my new "trait", and second, my parents had said that I should start mating soon. I thought I was too young, but I wasn't in their eyes. They suggested a few of the males in our pack, but they were all older than me, and the ones i was close in age to were vain and conceited most of the time.
I was resting in the middle of the warm field when I saw a small blue butterfly fly past me. As my first instinct, I chased after it.
It was until I heard something approaching that I realized I was being watched.
I turned around and was about to say, "Who do you think you are, sneaking up on me?" In my best don't-get-one-step-closer-for-your-own-sake tone, but then I saw who it was.
It was the most gorgeous male goennec I had ever seen.
His eyes were like two pieces of onyx, shimmering in the light. His coat was made up of dark blue, purple, and black, with small white dots and one big white circle on his left shoulder. His horns and hooves looked like they were carved from ivory, and he had floppy ears. I felt like I was looking at the night sky, and on his face was a kindly smile.
I stood there, stunned, not saying a word until I finally managed to say, "Who are you?" But it came out sounding squeaky.
"I," He said, his voice was raspy, though, it remined me of water crashing against rocks. "Am Kro."
"Crow? As in the bird?" I asked stupidly.
He laughed, and despite his raspy voice, his laughed seemed full and it boomed around us. "No, Kro, K-R-O."
"Oh." I blushed. "I am Gem."
"Lovely name."
"Thank you." I said.
"Where are you from, Gem? I am a loner, I travel on my own." He said.
"Oh," I stuttered, I couldn't imagine living on my own. "I live in a pack, we're currently staying in the woods." I gestured towards the woods with my head."
"It seems as if all the goennecs I meet are in packs nowadays." He said with a chuckle.
"Well, my parents are kind of the alphas in the pack." I said, embarassed. "I could convince them to let you join, if you wanted."
"No, but thank you for the offer, I'm actually trying to find someone. I'm tired of traveling alone, and, well, I want amate who's willing to travel with me her whole life." He replied.
This idea shocked me like electricity, my parents wanted me to find a mate, and well, I could tell them I've found one, but I'd have to leave the pack. Although, most of the pack is vain.
"Maybe I could travle with you." I said weakly. "But, I'd have to ask my parents and the pack first, would you mind if you waited here for a moment?"
"Sure." He answered.
Well, he's blunt if anything but gorgeous, I thought.
I raced off to find my parents, and found them in the middle of discussing something.
"Mom, Dad," I started. "You told me that I need to find a mate, and well, I did."
They looked at me, surprise written across their faces.
"You did? Already?" Asked my mother.
"Yeah, but it comes with something else, would you mind laying down while I explain?"
They exchanged worried glances, but followed my wishes and lied down."
I explained everything. About Kro, surprisingly enough, my parents asked about his name, too, but I corrected them, as Kro had, I explained how we met, and what Kro wanted to do. I even explained that I wanted to join him in his travels.
"Gem," Said my mother, her voice broken. "Your father and I will have to discuss this before any decision is made."
"Okay." I said, and then I went back to where Kro was.
"Well?" He asked curiously. "What'd they say?"
"Oh, they said they needed to discuss it." I said glumly.
"They did? Okay, I'm going to come back tomarrow at high sun, alright?" He said.
"Alright, lets pray to the great Gods of Osirus that they say yes." I replied.
He sautered off after that, leaving me with suspension.
The next day, I woke up to find my parents sitting next to me. I knew the verdict was in.
"Gem, we decided," Said my father. "That we are allowing you permission to go live with Crow."
"It's Kro, Dad, and thank you guys so much!" I replied.
I raced off to say goodbye to my fellow pack members, and then said a very long goodbye to my parents.
I was walking off towards the field, seeing how it was almost high sun, when I heard my parents call.
"Goodbye, Gem, and remember your trait!" My mother called after me.
I stopped momentarily, I had forgotten about my "trait", but I kept walking, not wanting to miss Kro.
When I got to the field, Kro wasn't there, but I figured it was bit early. So I waited, until about a half an hour later, when I gave up hope and started to walk sulkily back towards the woods, tears on the verge of streaming down my face. I had almost reached the wood wehen I heard a voice behind me, a very raspy voice.
"Where are you going?"
I turned around and there he was, Kro was standing in the middle of the field with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Kro!" I ran towards him. "They said yes, I can go with you!" I shrieked
"Really? That's amazing, now you can travel with me, as my mate." He replied.
And, so then, I went frisking down the grassy field with Kro, imagining what my new life would be like.



Information About the Story:
Gem's name comes from the name, Geb, which is the name of the God of Earth in Egyptian mythology. Gem's designs made me think of the earth so I modeled her name after Geb.
Kro's name comes from the name Kronos or Cronos in Greek mythology. Once Kronos defeated his father, Uranus, he became the god of the universe and skies, and since Kro has markings of the sky of him, I modeled his name after Kronos.

[Lirrie]

I'm slightly confused; wasn't Sunrise adopted? X3

Apparently not. XD my lucky break.

[iBrevity]

“Give them pleasure; the same pleasure they have when they wake up from a nightmare.” -Alfred Hitchcock.

Goennec Pen #: #1.
Whispered Name: "Delirium" Deathwish.
Previous Aliases: Dreamwalker, Dreameater, Dreamdropper, Dreamweaver, Dreamseeker, Dreamhunter, Dreamtuner, Dreamshredder.
Original Name: Unknown.

How Would You Use Him:
...

Backstory:
I am the Dreamwalker. My spirit is the sleep that collects in the corner of a slumbering eye; my hallucinations are the dreams that weave through the sleeping mind. I am the phantom that lurks in the corner of nightmares, yet I am the slobbering beast who rescues you from the monster that wishes you dead. I am the Dreamwalker, the one who quiets whimpers and leaves whisper comforts in my wake.

My title is an impressive one, much too long to foolish mortal minds and ears. I have long since been ridden of the curse of a normal life, and my lifetime has spanned this globe many more times that should be possible. I am one of the simplest rams you will ever be destined to see; the easiest to forget, the hardest to remember. I am the soothing hand that brushes away the tender tears of heartbreak and phobias as one falls asleep to the sound of crying. I am one whom none will ever see, yet I see all.

I was not born this way. In the beginning, I had two parents, a couple deeply in love. They had uncovered symphony only in the other, and unlike many of the pairs that only stuck together long enough to reproduce, mine proved to be long lasting.
The first of their children, I was thus the oldest and boldest. I had to set an example of the many siblings who followed after me, so I always pretended I was fearless. I would tread with a high head into the darkest of shadows without tremors; I would explore the sharpest of cliffs without a care to slipping. I had faith in the belief my brothers and sisters conjured that I was invincible, and perhaps after a few years, I began believing the same. When it seemed time and time again I was miraculously saved from whatever fault I had caused, I honestly did lose my grounding fear. Taunts slid off of my pelt like water; dares would be disproved in minutes. I was the king of the younglings in my herd.

When I was three years old I finally left the comfortable shelter of my family. I struck out of my own, bidding the rest of my bloodline good luck and goodbye, and promised them that I would eventually be back again. The acrid taste of irony burns in my mouth even as I tell these words. I had no idea the terrible misfortune that would befall me only months later.

The goddess faced me with smoldering eyes. There was no escape from the wrath that burned patterns into my tender skin, and I screamed under her terrible burden. A cruel laugh drifted from an impossibly twisted mouth that slowly unfurled into a sadistic smile; I dropped to my knees with a gasp, surrounding with the sticky sweet smell of fresh blood.
The scarlet pool sucked my fur and made me shiver in distaste, but I could not complain against this powerful goddess or beg my innocence. When I had stumbled upon the fresh site of her daughter’s death, she had given no chances to prove that it had not been me to pull the life out of her body.
The sound of her laugh grated against my mind and I sucked in another breath. It felt like my ribcage was constricting my lungs; I could barely breathe past the horror blocking my throat. I had never known the anger of a god or goddess; my parents had taught me since childhood to respect those above all others. Slowly, I lifted my head, forcing past the physical barrier to look up at the growing immortal. She stood feet over me, splayed hooves sunk into the soaked ground. Her eyes were merciless.
“You…you, my little murderer, shall be cursed.” Her voice was steady despite the expression that was not. Compassion flamed in my heart even as she was doling out my punishment for a murder I had no committed. She sighed faintly, and the wind blew my mane in a frantic wheeling motion. “I know the perfect job for you. If you want to live in a fantasy so bad, then you shall be a Sandman.”
The myths from time made my eyes widen; I stared at her, caught off guard. The Sandmans were a legendary tribe of male citizens who crossed thresholds into dreams and chased off nightmares. They had always been told to be of the highest integrity, and that they did nothing bad, only good. For a moment, I could not understand why she was giving me this, this thing that seemed like a prize.
She seemed to notice my thoughts and grinned down at me, bringing her regal head up more. “The foolish stories of the Sandmans you know are worthless. They have…gone down the drain over the past few centuries.” A chuckle escaped from her throat and I winced, unused to the sound that was too heavy for a mere mortal. “They are not as they used to be. They have gotten the name Dreameaters even.” She grinned, pleased at my frown. “Good luck living through their Hell.”
I cried out as my world began swirling down into a pinprick of light. I felt like I was sloshing through the heaviest black liquid the world could make; my legs could barely move in the clinging material. As the light dwindled into something too distant to see, a single tear slid down my cheek. I stood still, too tired to fight, and watched as blackness became my world.

I am the Dreameater. I am the horror that is curled in the corner of the windowless room; I am the infinite amount of spiders that prick hairy legs into your skin. I am the nightmares that make the heart race, the nightmares that drag screams from the very bottoms of one’s soul. I am the Dreameater, the ram who takes imagination and grinds it into something vicious and cruel.

Years have passed. Generations have slipped by without my notice, although every once and I while I will still appear in the deepest recesses of my bloodlines’ dreams. All of the original members I once remembered as mother, father, brother and sister had dispersed. Their decayed bodies lay in shallow graves all across the land, and I lost interest in their offspring I cannot retain the names of. Everything is so hard to remember anymore; I can barely dream up my own history from when I was just a wee foal. Some have yet to fade, but it is only a precious handful of them these days.

“…This is the newest recruit?” He scoffed, and I cracked open one eye, just barely peering at the shimmering shadows that surrounded me. The ground below me was immaculately white; the pristine color of it hurt, so I quickly shut my eyes once again. The group that stood around did not seem to notice the brief contact.
“Give him a chance, Deathmark.” Somebody corrected him, and I puzzled over the name. Perhaps it was a nickname. Now that I thought about his name, I figured out that I couldn’t remember my own. For some odd reason, the cold fact of that scared me. I comforted myself in silence.
The original speaker snorted and seemed to turn away, for his voice grew more distant. “Come on, boys. We’ve gotta go hunting now. Midnight just fell.” I could recall from the stories told around the night fires that midnight was their hour of power, and I was thrilled by being capable of bringing this to mind at least.
Gentle hoof beats drummed against the empty plane before disappearing into something impossibly far away. I stirred, lifting my head drowsily, and looked around. The white that I had thought I lay on before was now assumed to be a cloud; I would have been scared of falling had I not lost all sense of fear long ago.
I climbed to clumsy feet and trotted over to the edge of the beautiful, fluffy cloud, looking down at the starry sky below. If I squinted, I could make out the textile patterns of shaved meadows and fields of local farmers and the tiniest smudge of moving shapes. It looked like a herd of some lumbering prey was on its migration across the rolling hills miles away.
Despite just waking up, I seemed insanely tired. I folded my legs below me and rested on the verge of the cloud’s edge, eyes half-closed. To bring myself rest I began counting off the names of all of my siblings; it was a game I could remember playing once. I had told mother that if she had any more kids even she wouldn’t be able to call them all. I got only a half-second in when I realized I could remember no names. It took me a limitless time to sleep, for I drifted off to the haunting images of sneering siblings that had no faces.

The first time the group brought me out onto the job was four nights after I arrived in…whatever this place was. I was not accepted; the other males glared at me the entire time we walked to the Earth stretched below. The midnight bridge we walked felt like velvet beneath my feet. I was wholly relaxed, enjoying the peace while I had it. The days felt like they passed in sluggish centuries, although my companions promised me that they were easiest to count by the mark of when we went to steal dreams.
When Deathmark brushed his snowy pelt against me, I blinked, jerked out of my own daydreams. I fumbled some, embarrassed by it, and stepped somewhat away from him. He shot me a playful grin and a Southern accented comment. “I’m Deathmark. It’s a pleasure to meet ya, kid.” He introduced cheerfully. Shyly, I glanced up at him, my gaze hidden below my silky mane.
“…why is your name Deathmark?” I finally asked. Perhaps, eventually, our names returned to us. The idea of it made my rump wiggle; maybe I would be able to find my family if I could recall what my name was. He grunted, glancing up at the star-strewn sky that stretched for eons above us. I could tell from the ache in my jaws that he was an old Sandman indeed.
“Nah. The others give us new names.” He explained simply, but brightened in a moment and shot me a cheery grin. “Maybe you’ll get one tonight, newbie.”

I am the Dreamdropper. My slender form crawls into the smallest corner of the dreams, lifting up the tiny flap that guards the back door. The handle squeaks beneath my push. I step into the darkness that lines the bowls of your mind. You are not aware of my intrusion, and I watch your tiny dreams unfurl. I am the Dreamdropper, and I am the one to see the nightmares before they settle sticky dread into the pit of one’s stomach.

When the team splits up and I offer to sort through the alleyway homeless, they are relieved. Before Deathmark disperses into the shadows, he tells me that they have always hated those painful dreams. I supposed that getting myself acclimated to the worst will allow me to be prepared for the best.
The first man I approach is high on some sort of useless human drug. His eyes are rolling even as he half-sleeps; it’s interesting to just stand before him and watch the inner bickering. After a while I slide forward and press my nose to his forehead just as the others showed me, and I am sucked into his impossible dream.
The ‘lights’ inside his head are too bright, blinding me. I stumble for a second, disoriented. When I finally adjust enough to see, I notice that he is being tortured in the corner by two women dressed in identical leather suits. One he is calling Mother. The other he is calling Elizabeth. I snort, figuring this guy most be both drugged and insane. But still, I walk over to him, sliding between the figment women that can not see me, and grin. I did not speak; it was the first rule the others made sure I remembered.
As the dream slunk into the ground all around me, like a falling house of cards, I stood shivering in the frigid air. The man was slumped onto his side, hat sliding off the top of his head. For a moment, I yawned, and when I turned to trot out of the alley way and go on to the next a flash of color caught my eye. I blinked, startled, and glanced down at my legs where my mouth hung open nearly to my chin. A delicate webbing of thin black tattoos marred the white color of my legs and stood in contrasting pattern to the remainder. They had not been there before I walked into the others dream.

For the rest of the night, I did not let the new markings distract me. I focused on completing my assignments and when I did, I returned to the base camp to wait for the others. They filtered in slowly, most coming in friendly pairs where they had been out hunting together, some stemming in from larger packs returning from the bigger suburbs.
The last to arrive was the only one I recognized, Deathmark. He stepped into the ring of light and grinned, shaking frost off his clinging fur. “All done, ya’ll.” He declared cheerfully, coming over to stand beside me. I shuffled back somewhat, ashamed again as the tattoos seemed to pulsate on my slim legs. When I moved, Deathmark swung his head around and blinked at me, transfixed by the markings that had randomly appeared. He grinned, lolling out his tongue like I had seen great canine predators too. A laugh unfurled from his smooth throat. “I’ve got the perfect nickname for ya.” He said brightly, and most near us turned to watch. I had figured out that nearly all present respected him as a sort of leader for their national group. I stood patiently, head ducked down somewhat. “…what is it?” I half whimpered, afraid he was going to brand me with something dumb.
His grin widened. “Delirium.”

I am the Dreamweaver. I now carry a name, a title, a reputation; I leave a wake of frigid dreams behind me. When my breath blows over the back of your neck, my words drop into your ears and slide straight into your mind. I am the creator of the dreams that you are forced to undergo, night after night. I am the Dreamweaver, and I am the one responsible for the sickening feeling in your stomach the next morning.

As the idea of time passed, I settled into my role. I got friendships in the group, and as their leader Deathmark took a liking to me, I was no longer picked on. I spent most of my jobs alone, but I would always meet up with Mark right before conjoining up again to head back.
There were long, stretching conversations between us that I will not forget in all of the years I am doomed to spend up here. He admitted to me early on that he missed being mortal, and that he himself couldn’t remember his true name. When we tried to count back the years to when he had originally been alive, it had taken me three days to calculate, and when I got the answer, I didn’t tell him.
All of the family he missed so dearly, the mother he could barely remember who had once sang him lullabies, the father who had branded pride into his first and only son… they were long gone. I swallowed the number every time he asked me about it until, in time, he forgot even the question. On the night that Deathmark died, I whispered in his ear how many years he had been living in the plane; 4,590.

I suppose I have gotten ahead of myself here and ruined the surprise. The nights are long without Deathmark. I wander completely alone these rounds, and I suppose it has been adding a fresh degree of horror into my trademark drugged dreams.
Deathmark was killed when none of us thought it was possible. It was by the foolish humans, the scientists who everybody had thought were crazy. They created a real, physical dream catcher, but instead of catching the dreams they caught the deliverer of them. Mark had been the one closest, and when one of the lab assistants had dozed off over their work, he had mildly trotted in and put dreams. Just as he was finishing up the machine flicked on, a simple test run. It dragged him into the real world and when he stood there, trembling, confused, the scientists who thought they were hallucinating shot him.
In the real word, those who get injured are really injured. I raced to his side but I could not touch him; I could not comfort him. When I knelt in his spreading pool of blood, so like the one that had earned me this damned place, I began to cry. In the corner of his gaze, he could barely see the outline of me. I think the tattoos had near glowed then were the trademarks to give me away.
A soft smile crossed his muzzle and he half-closed his vibrant eyes. The men were bickering over what had just happened but I ignored them. The machine had been plugged by the obliterating, ancient soul of my best friend.
“Delirium.” He greeted softly, just as he did every morning from the shadows I passed. My voice caught in my throat and I could not respond with my traditional retort. He coughed, hacking past the blood that constricted his chest. “Delirium, can you please do something for me?” He asked softly, and I nodded. I found it impossible to talk, impossible to breathe. Watching him so helplessly was breaking me in a worse way then anything I had ever felt. Whatever he wanted I would do.
“Give these a**holes horrible nightmares for me.” He said softly, breathing swallowly. A rough laugh pulled out of me; I felt like it was grinding my soul in the process. “I promise I will, Mark.” I replied near silently, and he grinned at finally hearing my cracking words. He nodded to himself, closing his eyes completely now. “One more question, Deli. I know you were smart enough to figure it out; how long have I been here?”
Ah, the bitter end. The final question and the final answer. I should have given him the truth, but I wanted him to go peacefully. To die remembering his siblings and parents like they were still alive, living in that lush valley meadow he had seen them in so long ago. “…it’s only been two years, you complainer.” I tried to joke and he laughed, but it swiftly turned into a cough. His legs kicked one final time, stirring up crimson paint, and he died.
I leaned over his body and gently touching my muzzle to his cheek, pushing my mouth next to his ear. “God, I’m sorry. It’s been four thousand years, Mark.” My voice cracked and I buried my face into his cooling fur. “Four thousand godd*mn years.”

I am the Dreamseeker. I remember my best friend and I chase him through the dreams; I drill his death into the minds of those that caused it. No one can escape my wrath when it comes time to call judgment on them. I am the Dreamseeker, and those that run from me are just the ones caught faster.

[WIP]

[June Bug]

I'm slightly confused; wasn't Sunrise adopted? X3

Apparently not. XD my lucky break.

She was, but the adopter decided to return her because she didn't have time for another char =3

[Skylarr.]

Goennec Pen #:
2 (<3)

Name:
Fiorella(Fee-Oh-Rel-La) Meaning: Little flower

How would you use him/her:
Definatly a RP character. She will be cherished and loved and after I get one more Geonnec(if I get her) I will make a character thread for them. She will get art and be a spoiled Goennec.(: <3

Define your Goennec:
Story Thing: Fiorella's mother died during birth, changing her lofe quite a bit. Her father was a loner that wasn't apart from the herd, so she doesn't know if she should be pround, or a lottle ashamed, but she keeps her head up high. Many of the other ewes took care of her as her mother was a loved one. She appriciates all the care she got compared to when she was just a little one, she truly understands why they all(yes most of them >.<) took care of her. She takes any and all advice from them, seeing how they turned out with their happy families.

Fiorella grew up with a lot of boys rather than girls. The generation before her produced lots of boys, but few girls. At that age, she really didn't pay much attention to the guy's actions, but when she grew older she noticed it more and more as the boy's eyes were shining brighter and brighter and started understanding the boys more and more. Lots of the guys were clinging to her and smile and flirt, which is a word she learned a bit later from the ewes that saw older geonnecs hanging out with her, and they were worried as the Sivs would get closer. She didn't attend them, but can not wait for her first one that should be coming up. Once she understood what flirting was, she felt special that she was even being considered to be flirted to. Sometimes when she would be walking with one ram and another would come across her path and be jealous that she was hanging out with another and not themself. (Boys were so self-centered sometimes..) After watching them exchange few words and feel enough tension in the air to eat it, she would tell them to both calm it down, or course they both would to suck up to her and make her think they were the better one by backing out, but she would just laugh back on the thoughts later on.

When Fiorella would come back to the place where her friends would hang out by the river to talk about their day before going back to bed, it got more awkward and more awkward and more awkward as time went by. Sometimes she would come late because she would be having a friendly conversation with her guy friends, and her friends would glare at her like she totally spit on them. She could tell they were jealous because they wouldn't accept the thought that they were talking, nothing more and maybe even less. But as some girls are, they never understand and take things to a whole new level. Eventually she left a lot of them and the few that understood came with her because all of them thought the others were being ridiculous.

Fiorella has only been to one Siv, but wasn't really interested in any there, but she is very excited for her next one coming up. She's been given a lot of advise from others and lots of guys have been staring her down. Although the Siv is a bit away, she is quite nervous and gittering, wondering who will fight over her.

Character Traits/Personality: -Affectionate- -Ambitious- -Clever- -Compassionate- -Dependable- -Gentle- -Glamarous- -Honest(not always though^^)- -I guess you could say she's a little Ignorant- -Sometimes Imaginative- -Lively- -Loyal- -A bit mature- -Obedient- -Proud- -Sensitive- -Sincere- -Socialable- -Seductive- -Can be talkative- -Whimsical-

[Lirrie]

She was, but the adopter decided to return her because she didn't have time for another char =3

Lol she was my favorite baby geo.
Even though its sad it didnt work out im glad this gives me a second chance.

[! october]

She was, but the adopter decided to return her because she didn't have time for another char =3

Lol she was my favorite baby geo.
Even though its sad it didnt work out im glad this gives me a second chance.

I'm glad that you'll get another chance, I remember that you really wanted her. :3

[June Bug]

XD
oh chiz! don't tell me, I forgot to add the '(name can be changed)' to some of them, didn't I? Why do I always do that!? =P *goes to fix* ID