Goennec Pen #:
2
Name:
Floral/Blossom
How would you use him/her:
I would love to draw her, get art from her, and definitely use her to join the rp. ^^
Define your Goennec:
Rays of sunlight lit the porch where a small white goety lay, her back sunning as she breathed comfortably in the serene wind. A brown collar encompassed her neck, showing her position as pet of the household.
"Floral?" a voice came from nearby, and she opened her eyes to see her mother standing over her, giving her a curious look.
The small goety blinked and stood up, her hooves clattering a little on the wooden porch. "What is it, mother?" she asked, her ears swiveling lightly.
The golden brown goety with back hooves and black mane looked at her daughter as she sat down next to her. "I have noticed you have been laying in rest most of the time lately. Is there a reason you do not wish to play with your brother and sister?"
Floral flattened her ears lightly and looked to the side, avoiding her mother's gaze.
They keep calling me names and bullying me... that's what... she thought angrily, but remained quiet.
"Well?" her mother asked, prodding her with a paw in a gentle way.
"I guess I have just taken to liking the sunlight," she answered, beaming up at the older goety. "I'll try to not do it as much," she promised, noticing the look on her mother's face.
Her mother blinked warmly down at her and licked her between her still growing horns, tangling her mane.
"Mo-om. I just fixed it this morning!" she complained, making her mother give a small bleat of amusement.
"Cally!" came a voice from inside, accompanied by other words. The older goety got up and went inside as she heard her name being called by the human, leaving the small white female alone.
A shuffle in the bushes made her jump and look behind only to see a black goety and a golden brown one prancing around, jumping and play fighting with each other. Floral sighed and flattened her ears, trying to blend into the background before her brother and sister saw her.
Golden eyes flashes towards her as she moved, and the black goety bleated and rammed her with her growing horns, laughter in his throat as he saw her flail and fall, slamming against the porch bench. "Too slow! Like always!" she bleated happily, prancing and circling Floral.
"I am sorry..." Floral responded, looking at her hooves.
"Even her hooves are stupid. They grew in front instead of behind," the golden one added, joining in on his sister's fun.
The siblings were barely three months old, and they all lived at home with their mother and three humans. A male, a female and a child. The black and brown one prided themselves in looking like their mother, and believed that this was the look all goetis should have, making their third sibling strange and different, something they had come to hate due to the extra attention she sometimes got from the humans.
"Mom said that that was perfectly normal!" Floral retorted, immediately regretting having raised her voice at them. Their eyes gleamed as they could tell that she was starting to get annoyed.
Why won't they just leave me alone...* * * * *
Floral nipped at the leaves on a nearby bush, her tail swishing lightly at the tangy taste as she tried to get to the flowers.
"You are doing it wrong," she heard behind her, and she turned around and saw a flaming orange goety with a frizzy looking mane and long horns. A male goety was standing behind her, giving her a curious look. She bleated in shock and took a couple of steps back, her ears flattened in fear.
Being a house pet, she had never seen another goety in her life, and this one was particularly scary looking with a blind eye and a scar that ran across it. Her first instinct was to run away, but her front hoof had been hurt bad by her brother during their last bullying session, and she had a limp.
The wild goety sniffed at her and gave her a curious look. "You smell different from my herd... what herd do you come from that you wear those things around your necks? Or is that just a quirk of yours?" he asked, his ears perked up.
Floral's fear dissipated a little from her curiosity. "Herd?" she asked him. "You mean your humans?"
The goety snorted at this and stomped his front hoof, the right one, as she noticed that his left one was a paw. "If by humans you mean those noisy creatures that seem to be very abundant in this place, then no. I am just crossing by with my herd. A group of goeties. You must live with more goeties surely!" he said, surprise in his last statement as he realized that this white youngster did not know what he spoke of.
"I live with my momma and my brother and sister..." she answered, shifting her hooves slightly as she moved a little more back.
"Really? You are quite the small group then. My name is Grand, and my herd is currently trying to find a place to settle. We were thinking of moving on, but if there is a place we could find around here, then it would be highly appreciated if you could help," Grand said, his face brightening and making him look much less scary than he had a second earlier.
"I do not know. I live with my humans," Floral answered.
Does this mean that he lives away from humans? How does he survive? And how come his hooves are one on his right front and the other on his left back? He's weird... And different...* * * * *
"And he had huge horns! They were so cool!" Floral said enthusiastically, her tail wagging like a dog's.
Cally looked down at her daughter, her face a mix of amused and worry. "Well, he sounds like a wild one alright."
"And he sounds so weird. His hooves are even stupider than yours!" her brother retorted, his face screwed up in a sneer.
"Tod!" Cally reprimanded, whacking the small goennec with her paw. "I have told you before that making fun of your sister's hoof placement is not nice. Besides, it is perfectly normal for her hooves to be in the front. She just happens to be the only one in this house who has them."
"But they are green, and her fur color is weird. Even her markings are weird."
"That is enough out of you Mina," Cally snarled, starting to get angry at her little one's usual picking on Floral. The last picking on her had left Floral with a small limp which she could only hope would leave her soon or otherwise she wouldn't find a home as fast. Her humans would make sure of that.
"Yes momma..." Mina replied, looking down at her paws. "Let's go play Tod!" Mina said, jumping on her brother and tumbling outside with him.
Cally looked back as she saw her children go out the door and turned her gaze back to Floral, who was looking down at her paws. "Don't let them bother you..." she said, walking up to her and licking her head lightly.
"Yes momma..." Floral sighed, getting up and limping under the couch, not in the mood to be outside much today.
* * * * *
Almost a month had passed since Floral's hoof injury, but her limp had not left. She didn't mind, as ever since then her mother had made sure that her siblings didn't bother her as much, but she still tried to keep away from them, her days spent in daydreaming of running in pastures full of sweet flowers in full bloom.
As usual, she found herself limping around her house's backyard, her ears flattened as she tried to get to the bush she loved. Movement from behind made her jump and turn around, only to see the flaming orange pelt of the wild goennec she had met before.
"Grand!" she yelped, her ears flattening.
"Madam," he bleated in good humor, doing a mock bow. "I see you have a limp there. Same one as the last time or did you create a new injury for yourself?"
"Hey!" Floral answered, frowning at him stomping her good hoof in sign of attack, but she thought it over and sat down, her ears still flattened.
"What was that? I thought you were going to attack me," Grand said, prancing around her with his tail high in a taunting gait.
Floral shrugged and looked away, her concentration turning towards the bush. "Weren't you going to be leaving this place soon?" she asked him, her voice monotone.
Grand stopped prancing at this and turned his gaze at her, his ears perked up at the change in her personality. Despite her being scared of him the first time, she had seemed curious and more alert. This time it seemed almost as though she didn't care. "Well, some young ones were born, so we must wait a while while they can travel before moving on," he explained, sitting down next to her.
"Ah..."
Grand blinked both his eyes and he poked her with his paw. "What happened to you? You seemed a lot feistier last time. Scared out of your horns, but feistier."
"I have learned that if I do not care they leave me alone..." she answered simply, glaring at both his good eye and his bad.
"Who leaves you alone?" he asked her, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Why are you blind in one eye?" Floral asked, changing the subject.
"Ah, this? I was badly scarred in a fight against an enemy fox who thought it would be fun to mess with one of the elders of my herd. I taught him who the boss was however," he bleated with contempt, a grin crossing his face.
"A fox?"
"Nasty creature, and sneaky too. Unlike us they only eat meat, but they have nowhere near our agility," he answered, wagging his tail.
"And why is your pelt orange?"
Grand blinked at her question curiously. "The same reason yours is white. I was born this way. I do remember my first mate, her pelt was as silver as the moon at night, and she had markings of gold covering her back. We come in all colors little one, you should know that. Aren't your siblings any different than you?"
"My siblings are similar to my mother... I am the only one that is pale with stupid green markings and pink dots that look-"
"As beautiful as flowers that have yet to bloom," Grand finished for her, interrupting her line of thought. "And don't let anyone else tell you anything about it. Maybe they do not seem like much, but you know that turn the spring, they will have a surprise for you," he finished, giving her a warm smile.
Floral looked away, her ears still flattened. "You sound like my mother."
"Smart female then..." he laughed, getting up. "You seemed hungry, come on, I'll help you get the flowers you were after," he said, poking her gently with his large horns to make her stand. As she stood, he realized that her limp was in the same hoof as before. "Was that a scar from battle as well?" he asked her, walking besides her.
Floral looked down at her limping hoof and shrugged. Grand looked to the front and remained quiet, knowing the little one might open up with time, and his curiosity had spiked for the solitary goennec, having noticed that the ones with collars were never so far from humans or others with the same mark of enslavement.
* * * * *
A bleat below made Floral's ears perk up. She was inside laying on the human child's lap when Grand's call sounded. She wagged her tail happily and flopped off his lap, wandering outside and seeing Grand with a second goennec. Another male, this one much younger looking than Grand. He had navy blue pelt with lines of white crisscrossing across his back and legs.
A week and a half had passed since Grand had taken to visiting Floral every other day. They normally talked about his life outside of the human city, before they had had to migrate. According to him, normally a female having a little one did not stop them from keeping up the migration, but the last female had lost her litter to a bear, which according to Grand, was the worst creature a goennec would ever encounter. The description alone was enough to make the fur on Floral's mane stand on end. The white female however had been starting to like his visits more on more each time. She felt more at peace around him, and she could be more herself than she could at home with her ever criticizing siblings.
"Who is this?" Floral asked curiously, sniffing him over.
The blue one backed away a little and gave Grand an uncertain look. Grand rolled his eyes a little and looked at Floral. "This is Din. He was curious as to what it was I got myself into every other day. He is a good lad. However, he is painfully shy... Not something good for a wild goennec," he answered, quirking his eyebrow.
"I would rather call it cautious. How do you know she will not attack me?" he asked nervously, shifting his hooves.
"Why would you think she would attack you?" Grand retorted, a glint of amusement in his eyes.
At second glance, Floral saw his horns were much smaller than Grand's, and all of his legs ended in hooves. He had no paws in him. She tilted her head curiously at this but said nothing. "Are you one of Grand's friends?" she asked, him, sitting down in front of him.
Din looked up at her, still looking like he wanted to bolt. "Um.... we live in the same herd. He has been teaching me how to properly sniff out prey, as we tend to live in areas that are not as abundant in grass as this place, and a bit of meat is always desired."
"The desert!" Floral answered happily, remembering one of Grand's stories.
"That is correct. Din here is one of the younger males of the group. He is barely 6 months old. He is a fine student however. He has improvised more tactics for prey hunting than I ever did at his age."
Din shifted uncomfortably again, looking at his hooves. "It hasn't really been that big of a deal. He likes to exaggerate."
Floral blinked warmly at him, somehow understanding how uncomfortable he felt of being spoken of. "I am sure he isn't. Grand isn't the type to say things he doesn't mean," she told him, making Grand nod in approval.
Din lifted his eyes slightly and gave a small smile. "Thanks..."
"In any case, Din and I are headed towards the creek nearby. The little ones are growing and we may be moving out soon enough. The rats of this place have an unpleasant taste, and the humans make it worse to hunt. They scare off more of my friends than I care to count," Grand commented, his ears flattening slightly.
"How do you find your meat?" Din asked Floral curiously, twitching his ear.
"My meat? My humans feed me some pellets. I have never really tasted a rat," Floral answered, wrinkling her nose in disgust.
"Cannot blame you with the taste of the ones around here," Din answered, wrinkling his own nose in turn. "Are you coming with us?" he asked, getting up as Grand had started to pad away.
"Sure!" Floral answered, jumping after them.
Her limp had slowly been leaving her, and Grand had noticed that the limp seemed less evident when she was happiest. He had concluded it was probably a mental limp by now, caused by fear of her siblings.
"Will you be living nearby when you move?" Floral asked Grand, prancing next to him in her kiddish gait.
Grand shook his head as he kept on walking. "No, we won't. I am hoping to put as much space between us and this place as possible."
Floral opened her mouth to ask him why when a voice bleated out her name angrily, and they all turned to look back. Cally, Floral's mother, was rushing towards them, her face a mix of anger and fear.
"Uh oh..." Floral muttered.
"Who is that?" Grand asked, staring at the rushing goennec with apprehension.
"My mother..." she responded... her voice worried.
* * * * *
"And what happened after that?" the small goety asked, their voices united as curiosity picked up.
"Yah! You always leave us hanging at the good parts!" a red one with a white mane asked, his little horns barely starting to show.
"Yeah! Tell us Blossom!" another bleated, clambering over the red to get a better view of the white goennec telling the story.
"Come come, it is past your bedtime," a pretty silver said, pushing them away towards the burrow that the females with kits slept in.
"Awwww...." the goetys complained, but knowing that the silver had a bit of a temper, they followed after her, bleating their farewells to Blossom.
"You didn't get to my heroic rescue," a navy blue goennec with large horns joked, sitting besides her.
Blossom snorted at him, pressing her small green horns against his flank. "I am supposing that by heroic you mean clumsy and somewhat effective at best," she answered, her eyes shining back at him.
"I think I preferred you as quiet little domestic Floral," he spat back, poking her with his hoof.
"Oh shut up Din..." she bleated, settling down where she had been sitting to sleep for the night.
"Does where you planning on ending that story anyways? At the end of your life as a pet?" he asked her. "When Grand took you in and introduced you as Blossom? A fitting name for a jewel like yourself," he said kindly in a friendly voice.
"No... I think it would have ended at... 'And so... her adventure began...'"
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