~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[[POLAR] ;bear;]

Goennec Pen #: 7
Name: Jali (JAH-lee) Meaning: Respect, honor. Origin Swahili.
How would you use him/her: As a well-respected character, and to order art of. (I love ordering art, and I have few to no characters X3) He'd get a well deserved/well kept place on my character thread and
Define your Goennec: WIP!

[! october]

In this form; Ali, Cycle, and Shadow are mentioned. The first two are Goennecs, and the third is my dear little demon fox. They are reffered to only in past tense; as this form takes place in the future. So do not fear, I have not killed off my precious characters. <3

Oh; just a quick fun fact before we start. Clairvoyance's "other" name, Filia of Lux lucis; means Daughter of Light in Latin.








Can one truly be found without being lost?


Goennec Pen #:
Affected Pen One

Name:
Clairvoyance

How would you use him/her:
Earlier this summer; I wrote a short story. Titled "Fool's Lament", it is the story of a man involved in a Russian crime circle contemplating suicide; essentially revolving around the idea of the lost sheep being found by the sheperd. While writing it; I began to ask myself; what if it was not the sheep finding its way back to the shepard; but the lost shepard being found by his sheep? And thus; Clairvoyance's story was born. Not only did she seem to immeadiately "click" with it; but physically she represents her past. The light emerging from the dark; the blurred split of her golden half from her dark half.
When she was first put up I felt a connection to her; but I had no idea as to what her past would hold. I chose Cycle because his idea had been much more clear to me at the time; and now, I have the chance to call both of the Affected mythicals my own. I am certain that by now my love for the Affected is quite obvious. My sister's comment was; "They're like Pokemon to you! Gotta catch them all; right?!" She was, of course, joking; but I still feel the need to address this. I'm not trying to adopt every single one of the Affecteds. That is not my "grand scheme." I simply connect with them very well; and therefore choose to try for them.
I've been "best friends" with the same girl now for three years. We have sleepovers, go swimming, taunt her younger brothers, watch TV shows that we probably shouldn't, do homework together, talk on the phone for hours at a time about completely incoherent things, frustrate our teachers with our witty remarks, and much more.
And she's blind.
Mabey it's this that makes me feel such a deep bond with Tiger Eye, Cycle, and now Clairvoyance. The fact that one of the two people closest to me outside my family is different from others; as are these creatures. Intelligence taken for granted by others, "accidently" tripping them, and nasty comments behind their backs. I've seen it, and I've heard it. And I also know just how much damage a cane can do, as can a best friend who understands and doesn't mind causing a little damage to a loser.
In a way; I think that it's my need to prove to others just how amazing she is and stand up for her refected here. Here, it's a need to show through my writing how an Affected creature really thinks and feels; and how they can stand up for themselves; even if it is in the tiniest way.
When I look at Clairvoyance now; I can't help but feel that there's a chance that this was meant to be. Not many people get another shot at a character that they passed up for another. And no, I've never regretted chosing Cycle. I'm simply overjoyed that I might just end up having both. The first time around things might not have worked out for this character; but this time I want to guarantee that they do.
If I win her; Clairvoyance will be treasured; as a character, a headmate, and a friend. For yes, I see my characters as my friends. It is they that I mentally converse with while I walk school hallways alone. Anthem, Ali, Shadow, Kachina, Sandra, East, Polly, Kingfisher, Gwen, Cycle, Chaos, Nocturne, and all the rest; they've been constantly with me lately as I work through the start of high school and the chance of my having a very dangerous illness. I wish to add Clairvoyance to their ranks; to have her as a sounding board, a companion, and a supporter. Characters are truly lovely things.
My network of character websites is eighty one percent done; and I hope to publish it within the next month or so. Clairvoyance would have her own website added to this where her art, short stories, and full story would be displayed. I have started to overcome my dislike for ordering art; I just ordered two pieces of Ali in the same day; which is quite a feat for me. I enjoy writing about Clairvoyance very much; and I hope that I will be able to continue and expand her story.
I'm absolutely in love with this character; and through this form I hope to prove to you exactly how I feel.

Define your Goennec:

I was many things.

I was Filia of Lux lucis. I was the daughter of a goddess. I was royal. I was immortal. I was worshipped. I was praised. I was a young lioness. I was beautiful.
But I was selfish. I was rude. I was self-righteous. I was inconsiderate. I was uncaring. I was haughty.

I saw many things.

I saw the rising of the Earth's sun. I saw the setting of said sun. I saw the crystal halls of the place I lived. I saw my gorgeous reflection when I gazed into pools of water. I saw the smile on my mother's face when I made her proud. I saw the mortal creatures who wandered, lost and in pain.
I saw the creatures of Earth going about their lives.
I saw the tempestuous female Goennec, Ali, fight off predators that wished to prey on her companion. I saw her be injured and emotionally distraught; dealing with her torturous memories. I did not help her, I did not go to her.
I saw the Gifted creature, Cycle, who was granted with the power of Sight. I saw him deal with the knowledge of exactly how each creature around him would meet its death. I did not appear when he stayed awake at night staring at his friend and praying that the gods would change her fate. We didn't. I didn't.
I saw Shadow, the demon fox, forging his way through rebellions and giving up his cherished love for the sake of dozens. When he died alone, I did not greet him and provide him with comforting words.

I was self absorbed and cruel. I laughed at these creatures then; but I do not laugh now. Now I cry out my own lament of pain along with them. I have learned much, and changed even more so.

Now; I am few things.

I am Clairvoyance. I am an Affected Goennec. I am forgotten by the gods. I am lost. I am alone.
But I am kind. I am humble. I am understanding. I am thoughtful. I am compassionate.

Now, I physically see nothing. Now, I hear nothing.
I am not beautiful. I am not holy. I am not worshiped.

But by losing my sight; I gained true sight.
Sight of the world. Sight of myself.

I am not Filia of Lux Lucis, I am Clairvoyance.
And because of that, I am at peace with myself.

Clairvoyance is a bright young creature. She strives to see the good in her dire situation; and tries to be opptimistic about it and her future. Though changed; her old feelings and emotions can rise when she becomes agitated or upset; and therfore must struggle with her own self to stay in control. Clairvoance has no wish to be Filia of Lux lucis again; yet she dreams of being remembers by the gods and therefore being returned to her rightful place. She knows, though, that the chance of it happening is tiny. Kind and gentle; Clairvoyance loves spending time with the herd's kids. One of the things from her past life that she hasn't let go of is her strong dislike for Silus; the snake that to others is simply a long, dark tail. Only Clairvoyance knows the truth about him. When she needs him the most he mentally deserts her; leaving her in a world of silence and darkness. She knows, though, that by angering him she would be bringing the loneliness down upon herself; and therefore attampts to please him as best as she can. Clairvoyance is overall intelligent and content; though deep inside she knows that she is not truly happy. How could one be; when they have been deserted by the creatures that once cared about them the most?

- - -

A tear in the temporal fabric had been what shattered Filia of Lux lucis' life. She had been meant to make an appearance to a pride of lions in Africa with Silus, the servant serpent, as her protector. The gods had hoped that through seeing mortals in person; Filia would better understand them. Little did they know that she would become a mortal herself, and would land very far off course.

It had been a cold night when a small, golden Goennec stumled upon her saviors. The river that ran through the mountain valley carried only frigid water; and the birds sang songs of only harsh times. The Goennec could not hear their songs. She could not hear the water. But she could hear a voice in her mind, filled with contempt and anger, directing her over the slippery river banks. Silus' voice; her protector who had met a similarly nasty fate. A messenger of the gods was certaintly not meant to be a tail. He had been a dragon like serpent; but now, he was but a lowly snake. A breathing, wing-less, leg-less snake. Fate was indeed cruel. It was because of his anger that after guiding the once-goddess away from the river; he fell silent.

Alone in a world of darkness and eerie quiet; the Goennec tentativly continued forward, one step after the other. It had been at least three more hours before she ran into the herd; exhausted and confused; jumbled memories surging through her mind. The herd, of course, took pity on the little Affected creature. They saw her tail as a normal dark one; and took her for nothing more than a lost female. Silus was invisible to them. Filia of Lux lucis was no more. Gone, forgotten, lost.

It was then that Clairvoyance came to be. She would often turn her head around; her sightless eyes glimmering with confusion when she looked at her tail; or she would cock her head as if listening to a nonexistant voice. The elders would laugh at this; calling her a "clairvoyant little creature" as they gently stroked her with their tails. When Silus murmured the name to her; the female instantly knew that it fit. She was not that strange name that appeared in her muddled memories. She was Clairvoyance. And because she had a name; she could have a new idenitity.

With time came clearer memories. Within a week; Clairvoyance knew exactly who Filia of Lux lucis had been; and who she was now. She also knew that within time; the gods would find her. They would find her and take her back to the heavens. She could be Filia of Lux lucis again. There were, however, two problems with this idea. The first being that gods did not have a very good sense of passing time. It could be many years before they even bothered to look; and if she died? The odds were not in her favor. She knew how the gods opperated. The second problem was that she did not want to be Filia of Lux lucis; Daughter of Light. Clairvoyance was, for the first time, at peace with herself. The warmth of the rising sun was enough to make her smile; and the gentle touches of the elders could made her feel safe. She did not bother with being defiant. She needed these creatures, Goennecs, Silus had called them. Yes, they were strange; but they were much kinder than the gods had been. The cared, and they loved. She learned each of their scents; and soon could recognize each of them.

Food was brought to her and the elders each morning; and she became used to the peaceful routine. One of them, still on the younger side, would often lead her on walks. They assumed that she was mute, too, for she never once spoke. Clairvoyance could, of course, if she wanted to. But what would she say? There was nothing to be said. They would think that she was insane if she spoke of once being a god; and besides, how would a deaf creature know their language? Staying quiet was much better. Unfortunately, Silus agreed. He almost never spoke up; only saying enough to reassure Clairvoyance that he had not somehow died. Even then; he only conversed with her in order to keep her happy so that once she was a goddess again; she could vouch for him to rise in rank from a messenger. Silus was not an honest, or caring creature. BUt then again; were any of the gods?

With Spring came kids; and Clairvoyance found her love for not only the little energetic creatures; but for the scents of flowers and grass and trees. The kids were introduced to Clairvoyance almost as soon as they were born; for the herd wanted to make sure that she knew each and every one of them. Clairvoyance was, to say the least, extremely popular among the herd. She would play with the kids, go for walks with the adults; and simply sit be their sides' and enjoy the feeling of truly being alive. Her past, of course, could not be forgotten. The feelings of Fialia of Lux lucis constantly boiled deep within her being; threatning to resurface. Clairvoyance certaintly did not enjoy the constant sruggle with herself; yet knew that it was neccesary to repress the emotions. She had been taught to love through her ordeal; and certaintly did not want to let go of the precious feeling. Wouldn't she have to let go in the end, though? Surely the gods were coming at that exact moment. Just as they had been coming during the last night, and the day before, and then the morning before that day. Clairvoyance would not give up on them, not yet. But deep inside; she knew that she was on her own. Permanently. Left to struggle through life. Left to eventually die. But why think that? Because they were coming. They would come that night, or the next, or the day after that. They were not coming. But they would come! Surely they would not come if they could. She was a goddess. Well, had been a goddess. and it was those two words, "had been," that told her the truth about her fate.

The fate that she would struggle through; for one can not turn back on the path to light; this Clairvoyance knew. They could only forge their way forward; to salvation, and to peace.

- - -

When I was Filia of Lux lucis; the idea of being mortal seemed replent. Yet now, laying here beside my herdmates, I can't help but feel that I belong. Sure, getting flicked by the elders' tails all night is extremely annoying; but who am I to bleat about it? They've given me a home. A home with companions and friends and love. And lots of kids. I love to play with them; whether we stand together in the shallow part of the river, trying to outlast each other against it's cold waters; or pull wildflowers out of the ground with out teeth and then fling them at each other. I've never been very good at the latter; but it is, indeed, fun. Silus has quieted for the most part; which is a curse and a blessing. Though he is annoying; he is my last anchor to the gods. I know that they will probably never come; but is it wrong to hope? In a way, I suppose it is. Why hold on to their memory? They have let go of mine. The problem is; I'm not the kind of creature to let go. So I think that I shall continue down the bright path of the living; but will still not let the domain of the gods leave my "sight." They were the family of Filia of Lux lucis, though. Would they even recognize me? I doubt it. Surely there is already a new Daughter of Light...
On this path that I walk; the fact of who I was means nothing. Who I am means everything.
And I shall not allow that fact to leave me.
I am Clairvoyance; and with these creatures; I belong.

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FIN

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Thank you for reading and considering my form. It is my hope, my wish, and my prayer that I will be able to write this creature's story; and tell of her stuggles, her pain, and her joy that come with being who she is. Seeing that this is Clairvoyance's second time being up for adoption; I hope that whoever wins her; whether it be me or not; takes care of her. This charming doe certaintly deserves it.

[Cirque]

Goennec Pen #: One
Name: Ripture
I also call her Ripture the Truthseeker, you'll find out why later in this form.
How would you use her: I would get art of her, make art of her, give her a home in my character thread, and possibly rp with her.
Define your Goennec:
Ripture is as loyal as any goennec could ever be. No matter what situation she's in, she only ever tells the truth, without even bending it the slightest bit. She sticks to her word, and will do whatever she promises. Unfortunately, she doesn't always get truth back, however, she knows when she doesn't recieve truth, she posessess a power that she doesn't exactly realize. It enables her to differentiate truth from lie. She doesn't control it, either, but when she looks into the eyes of a creature, and her sapphire-hued eyes bore into it's soul, she gets the feeling of whether it's lying or not. It's like something suddenly alerts her of it, she knows of this strange occurance, but she does not think of it as anything significant.
Apart from her ability, Ripture is very loving and caring for those she loves, she will show as much care for someone as possible, and will do almost anything to please them. It's not that she seeks their acceptance or wants to get on their good side, but she acts kindly to everyone unless they give her a reason not to. Ripture can fool many by how she acts, they take her trustworthyness and respect as weakness, and think that she only has sweetness, and no fiery motives, but they are quite wrong. When Ripture needs to protect something, a fire ignites in her soul, it's her ambition, her natural desire to fight and prove to be stronger than the other. The fire doesn't die until she wins, if she doesn't, then the fire turns into an even deeper desire to win. She has a natural competitive side, one that can sometimes make her hold grudges against those who beat her, this is one her traits she is far from proud of. Although, even when she does come out victorious, she is never arrogant and never brags.
Ripture is very social when it comes to friendships, but she's not flirty and she's not too interested in finding a mate. In the past, there have been males she was semi-interested in, but she could never feel comfortable around them, they just weren't right for her. This is a problem for her, as many males had become infatuated with her, her markings and jewel-like eyes drawng them in.
Ripture often becomes interested in the slightest of things, such as a small rock glistening in the sun, or a small creek with cool blue water running through the trees. When she finds things like this, she likes to just sit, and watch them. At night, she loves laying in a field of soft grass and staring at the moon, or when it's a new moon, she loves being out in the dark, it comforts her.
Although Ripture cares for any friends she happens to make, she usually doesn't stay with them too long, she enjoys traveling and meeting new goennecs, going new places, and seeing what the world has to offer. Ripture has no permanent friends, she travels too much to have any, and the ones she does meet tend to not like traveling.
She's also very sensitive to things, her abilities don't help in this as sometimes she would rather not know the truth.

There is a name for what Ripture is and her ability. In the goennec world, there are a few goennecs with an ability far past imaginable. Almost no one knows of it, not even those who possess it, they don't even know the name. A truthseeker, a creature that can see through any lie and know when truth is told. They can see past every poker face, every bluff, and no when a creature is pouring it's heart out into the truth. Although practically no one knows any specifics about this ability, there's always one question.
Is it a gift, or a curse?

Good luck to everyone else! =3

[Twinkling Star]

Goennec Pen #: 7
Name: Derian

How would you use him/her: He would be used as a character, for drawing, to order art of,and also he would receive a spot in my character thread.

Define your Goennec: Derian is a big go-getter! Always in one of those happy moods, and whenever her goes out he enjoy's exploring around the great plains looking for something or someone to play with! Though when he goes to hang around the adults they try to shove him away cause he just enjoys pestering him. Whenever derain gets bored you can find derian down by the waterholes. When at the waterhole he could possibly just be gazing into the water or what he loves most is swimming in it! Derian is also gets scared easy with it comes to big noises like for example thunderstorms.
Living in the plains though Derian sometimes wanders amisly through the tall grass looking for shiny things for his collection. As above it says he likes trying to find a friend to play with, but when he does he never knows quite what to do being shy and all. So most of the time he just runs circles around them! When night comes derian enjoys a little stargazing before bed. When he lies down to sleep he streches and then curls into a ball. Derian is a morning person when the sun rises he rises, and his reason for this well the in the morning he feels most relaxed. Also most of the time no one is awake, and he likes to be the only one up to cause he feels like it's his time in the morning and no one can tell him what to do! He does everything first cause that's what he loves to be first! This would be the definition of Derian <3

Art of him:
Full Size here: http://purplehuskylover.deviantart.com/ ... /#/d2wjw5s

Derian doing a backflip. As it is something he enjoys doing. ^^

[Scoobs]

I'm not applying, but is this a new lineart I see? x3 It might not be, I dunno. I just don't recognize it. Anyways, they're adorable.

[BlissfulFarrago]

Withdrawn. :<

[June Bug]

I'm not applying, but is this a new lineart I see? x3 It might not be, I dunno. I just don't recognize it. Anyways, they're adorable.

Nah, it's the one I've been using for a while. X3 I didn't have the motivation to redo the lines onto Artrage Pro, lol.

[mokapi]

Not gonna lie, going up against -3B- and Toadfoal scares the crap outta me. xD

Goennec Pen #: 5.
Name: Aisling.
How would you use him/her: Aisling would be my first Goennec, but I would order art of her as often as possible and would definitely write stories about her (or simply involving her, too) as well as hopefully role-playing her on the Goennec RP. It's not often I see a design that truly "clicks" with me (and because of this I don't have many characters), and even though I did find the other designs this round to be adorable, Aisling stuck out as really wonderful. I love quaggas- though I am not sure about the attempt to basically breed out stripes on some zebras to "recreate" them. Note to judges: In the end of her "background", you may notice the last line talks about a plot (which is rather heinous and decidedly cruel) for the current Prince to usurp the Prime's position. This plot (the story for which is being written right now) plays a very large role in shaping Aisling into a more acceptable ewe, and I'm acually pretty excited about it. I'll be sure to post updates if I do win her (:

Define your Goennec:

Traditions Involving the Siv:

In her home herd, the Siv was done quite differently than in other places. It was rare that adolescents coming into sexual maturity would pair off at all- while it wasn't unusual for a Goennec to go through several lovers before finding their permanent mate, these couplings were made to represent strength and virtue rather than sheer love or lust. Rather than basing courtships solely off of attraction, it was instead power, popularity, and intelligence that played critical roles. The Prince and Prime- Olek and Bohdan, respectively- essentially had harems, though this polygynous behavior was allowed only by the highest-ranking rams of the herd. Bastard kids sired by lower-ranking (Peasant) rams, even soldiers, were often shunned by others of the herds or were taken in by mated pairs who had lost their children to disease or any other premature death. Having a balanced family- a mother and a father- was of extreme importance.

Courtship, too, is done differently. Rather than displays of strength or endless flirting, males show their affection by leaving piles of river stones near the female while she sleeps- the larger the variant in the colors of the stones, the better. A few carefully selected, beautiful rocks are worth far more than a huge pile of dull ones. He will also spend a great deal of his own time creating a song (which can be rather difficult, as many males choose to seek companionship with the ewe the desire), typically a ballad, that is saved until the Siv itself to be sung. Typically, secret admirers who are left with confused females will come forward on the first night and reveal themselves, often starting off with this song itself. She will then either try and hum along (often swinging her tail or stamping in rhythm), accepting the male, or will remain quiet, thus refusing him.

Personality:

Aisling is nothing short of demanding. To be her friend- and only a select few are bestowed this title, mind you- one would have to look past her never-ending list of faults and would need to actively contend with the grievances she would hold against you. That being said, she is not cruel, or heartbroken, or emotionally crippled, or even particularly difficult to get along with- she's just selective. And a bit self-obsessed, but we'll get to that in a moment- oh, "overly prideful" is another fitting phrase.

She enjoys things going smoothly (and by that, she means things going her way), but would rather not have to invest personally in these endeavors. Any responsibility given to her tends to be shirked- while she claims this is because she has more important things to do with her time, a great deal of it is rooted in her great fear of failure and humiliation. Indeed, humiliation is her bane and she tends to become brazenly aggressive if she feels as if somebody is trying to make a fool out of her- while she dislikes true confrontation, Aisling is certainly not lacking in spunk or moxie and has no qualms with sticking up for herself despite the fact she would much rather have others fight her battles for her. Though her normal appearance is that of a haughty beauty, her anger- true anger, that is, and not just an annoyance- transforms her face into a hard mask. It can be difficult at times for others to be able to decipher whether she is irritated or genuinely livid, as it takes very little for her to exasperated or disgruntled with a situation but it takes, surprisingly, a great deal to rile her wrath. While her complaints shouldn't be ignored, they do not necessarily constitute an emergency.

When provoked, she's more condescending than outrightly rude, but to strangers and others in general she's initially friendly, albeit a bit distant and peculiar. Still, she isn't one to go out of her way and very rarely initiates any sort of polite behavior, though returning it is usually no large affair. After all, Aisling can be quite the social butterfly among those whom are like-minded and well-respected, and she certainly does enjoy gossip. "Scandalmonger" is definitely an apt word to describe her, though she's a bit too contemptuous of others' wrongdoings to thrive off of internal dramatics within the herd.

Raised from a young age to be wholly independent, Aisling greatly dislikes feeling as if she is depending on someone, though anyone who was to dissect her personality would quickly become aware that she actually relies a great deal on those around her to keep her levelheaded and, actually, emotionally afloat. She takes others' opinions far more into consideration than she realizes, and has become so used to having her small band of "followers" around that having no one to lead would more than likely cause her to turn upon herself and spiral into a deep depression. Though she is blessed with high levels of fantastic charisma that allow her to charm and beguile those she needs to as well as a quick-witted intelligence, she is secretly prone to jealousy and possessiveness and requires a great deal of attention from those she feels are 'hers'. The most miniscule of annoyances can cause bouts of vicious disdain towards others- though the majority of this is caused by a deep-rooted dislike of herself- and any offense at all can turn into an indomitable grudge, which she tends to hold for an unwaveringly long period of time. Most rams especially are considered generally bothersome, and are thus subject to the worst of her sullenly seething displeasure.

And when it comes to rams in a prospective light, her standards become even more rigorous and her behavior fails to better itself. While Aisling often snubs less-than-attractive ewes, she will completely spurn rams she considers ugly and has gone so far as to belittle hopeful suitors for having the temerity as to approach her in such a way. She would only ever heed a male as handsome as she is beautiful, and her narcissistic mindset makes this nigh impossible. She would need a lover that doesn't require much emotionally, but who is also very receptive- while she can be recklessly passionate, she is a terrible communicator and this paralleled with her ability to easily repress strong emotions makes for quite a difficult time. She may be helplessly in love with someone, but whether or not she shows it- it's not likely she would ever really say it- is a hit or miss situation. It would truly take an intuitive ram, and one who can read her, to be able to put up with her antics. She came from a family where her parents, though in love, did not visibly or verbally say so, and for this reason she was never shown how to display emotional affection for someone. Her ineptness at relationships leads to a great deal of distress and anger on her part, and has caused a great deal of rifts between her and friends.

Likes:

Calais: Her best friend and confidante, Cal is endlessly useful and his patience never seems to end. They have been close for the past year and a half, and he is one of the few Goennecs she enjoys and is easily the only one she truly trusts. He is roughly two years older than her, and has had two previous flings during the Siv, but is reaching the age when a permanent bond is high on his priority. Though subtle, he has become increasingly affectionate and spends a great deal more tim with her than is normal for platonic friends. Aisling has successfully ignored this until recently, undoubtedly adding a great deal of stress onto their friendship.

Koan: Six or seven month younger than Aisling, Koan has been on her heels since his dam would allow him to wander. He's very straightforward about his feelings- that is, that he is wildly enamored and helplessly in love- and does Aisling's every bidding in hopes of winning her affection. It's doubtful he will, of course, but she keeps him around because she likes the attention and he does make for good company when he's not mooning over her.

Leadership positions: Being in charge and in control is of the utmost importance to keeping Aisling happy, and for this reason she constantly exerts some form of assertiveness over those she's around. Any females she associates with are intelligent but meek, as she becomes increasingly rude and aggressive around those she sees as threats.

Herself: Aisling has a love-hate relationship with herself. Though she sees herself as attractive, intelligent, and wanted, she is also terrified of ending up like her mother (who in all actuality has nothing wrong with her apart from sharing control and being on equal footing with her mate) and so anytime she feels pangs involving Cal or the Siv in general, she tends to turn on herself and become self-destructive. It's not unlikely that after her most recent spat with her best friend, she didn't eat for days.

Dislikes:

Emotional/heart-to-heart talks: It isn't that she can't, it's that she doesn't want to- but that's enough. These sort of talks typically make her shut down entirely, and she gets either nervous (if she's afraid her own feelings might be revealed) or downright angry. Her parents were not verbal about their love, and so she did not grow up knowing how to tell someone how you feel about them. With steady patience, Cal is slowly breaking her of this habit, but it's very stressful. It's not at all uncommon for her to make outlandish excuses in order to avoid these talks.

Humiliation: Embarrassment is, without a doubt, one of the few things that she is truly afraid of. This presents a rather difficult obstacle when it comes to her social life, as she would rather jeopardize a friendship than allow herself to be made a fool of. Her pride is far too important to her.

The majority of females: It's quite simple, really: she sees them as threats, especially those with ties to Calais, and even Koan. Despite not wanting to become either of their partners during the Siv, she is extremely possessive and often endlessly taunts the females that surround them. Koan tends to avoid said ewes in an attempt to placate Aisling, but Cal uses them to his advantage: the more Aisling sees him with other females (which is rare, considering the great amount of time they spend together), the more willing she is to never leave his sight.

Kids: While she thinks they are cute from a distance, up close she finds them clingy and annoying. It's very likely that she, like her mother, will have children later in life, which would probably be the best anyway. As it is right now, Aisling is not fit to be a mother and would probably begin failing her son or daughter early.

Background:

It was quiet the night she was born. Warm, too. The distant lowing of other herds and the quivering calls of hyenas and zebras hung in the air, but they seemed to pause to give some peace, if only for a moment. She was small- not dangerously so- and her little elfin ears twitched once the wind hit them. It didn't surprise Liriope at all to see that her daughter had inherited her father's faintly teal eyes. Seeing the beauty that she would inevitably become, it took Liriope but a moment to name the child Aisling- "vision". And quite a vision she was, even from the start- she was a great boon for the couple, as their pairing had been expected since their kidhood. Aisling was cherished by her parents above all else.

That being said, Liriope and Erion were several years older than the normal age to be having a first-born, and because of this they were past their stage of endless love and had matured into their rank of Soldiers. They took little nonsense from anyone, their daughter included, and she was raised very firmly. A great deal was expected from Aisling from the start- not just from her parents, but from the Elders as well- but much to their chagrin, she seemed to simply not care. Aisling preferred to stray into mischievous behavior than to listen to her mother's lectures on how to behave and please those around her. Almost immediately she garnered a great deal of miniature acclaim by the other kids her age, and these original band of followers played a large part in creating the haughty, expecting ewe she is today. They were mainly females at first; all were surprisingly larger than Aisling but willing to do whatever she instructed. They were typically harmless pranks, but when an affected tagalong turned up missing one cold evening, the jokes ended. A large-scale search party was required, and many of the Elders began to look at Aisling as more of a problem than anything else (though in her defense, the affected kid had actually wandered back of his own accord and had been in his burrow the entire time).

For nearly three months, she faded into the background, staying near her parents and not being allowed to roam on her own. Other parents who had been reproving Aisling for the strange authority she seemed to carry over the other kids her age began to forget about her. The incident involving the affected was forgotten- and it was once she realized this that she seemed to show her face again. It took only days for her original band to wander back, but things were slightly different- they were older now, almost a year, and were more interested in their hormones than they were sitting on each other and playing hyenas and zebras. Multiple times Aisling would have to confront the more uppity females- only she could be dominant without the miniature system falling apart- and it resulted in her band shrinking considerably. Less females, more males- just in time for the Siv, really- but she preferred it that way. Rams were far less likely to lose their heads over a pretty face, and she liked their occasionally sordid humor.

She met Calais after the Siv, once everything had died down. He was older than her- more mature as well- and she instantly liked him, both for his good looks and his charisma. He had an effect on her almost immediately: when the other rams she tended to flock with nicknamed him 'Cally' out of spite, she gave the offenders such a strong verbal lashing that they were nearly scared away entirely. Once it became obvious she was playing favorites, however- though this was subconscious- they slowly began leaving, one by one, until only a few remained. It seemed they preferred easier ewes, and not all of the home herd's females were as difficult to woo as she. Aisling and Calais were pinned early on as probable mates- his unselfish, levelheaded maturity would help combat her temper and pride- but they do not know this, and nor have either of them taken legitimate romantic strides in their friendship that would secure a future permanent bond. Yet.

In the near future, a plot to overthrow the Prime will be set into motion by the Prince and a handful of others, and Aisling and Calais will play a large part in this.

Presently:

The blackness was whole, infinite, and unyieldingly crushing my lungs.
I awoke with a wheezing gasp, snapping upright and feeling tremors shake through my bones as the cool breeze of the early morning collided with the sweat that slicked my fur. I had known I was asleep, yet I couldn't wake myself from the dream that surrounded me. There were no faces, no light- just endless heckling. Still, I could feel their jeers, and I knew it was others of my kind that were taunting me- have you ever experienced an imageless dream? Perhaps not. I don't have them often, but when I do, the feeling of utter helplessness I'm left with can anger me to tears. How dare they try and torment me? Me, one of the best among them.

The small pile of rocks sat to one side, their dully earthen grays and blacks not exactly standing out against the browning yellow grasses that surrounded the ewe- it took her a moment to even realize they were there, stacked in a pyramid-shape that had quite obviously taken a doting someone a great deal of time and effort to construct. Yet she eyed them with a disdainful glare, and as she strode forward, she kicked them aside with a snort. This was not the first time such attempts had been made. He had been following her around for at least a year, little more than a puppy on her heels. Despite her "best efforts" to keep him at bay, every hello and smile she tossed his way was devoured and alighted a new, hopeful fire within him.
(He really should be tagging along with someone his own age, but, then again, I don't really mind the attention. Koan does every little thing I tell him to- actually, I'm not sure if he'd do anything I didn't tell him to first, save for breathing and eating. But to be honest, his antics are getting old. I'm not quite sure where he got this idea into his silly head that he's allowed to try and court me- quite brave of him to try, though. It's not that he's not attractive- I doubt we'd have any sort of friendly relations if he wasn't- but he's smaller than me, and younger, too. It's not that I'm shallow, it's just that I know I can do better. Far better, actually.)

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"Where have you been?" she demanded crossly, her teal eyes glinting fiercely as she stared at the ram in front of her. Quite used to her boundlessly importunate queries, he merely glanced up, his usual smile breaking evenly across his handsome face. "Here," Calais said simply, a shrug in his voice. Aisling's eyes narrowed to irritated slits and she grunted, switching her tail.
"You know I hate waiting on you."
"Yes, of course. You hate waiting, among an endless list of other things. You managed to make it alright, though? No bungles?" His lighthearted teasing was, luckily, not taken too roughly, but as the half-striped ewe turned away from him sullenly his face fell. "Look, Ais, I'm sorry. I got caught up in my own thoughts...and besides, I figured Koan would have beat me there."
"He did," A mental image of his perfect pyramid sprang to mind, and she shook her head, amused. "You should have seen the stones he left."
"Oh?" Cal's voice sounded momentarily distant. "How sweet of him."
"Sweet? More like saccharine. He's little more than a kid. It isn't even the Siv yet."
"It's not that far from the Siv- I'm curious, though, as to why you jilt him so?"
Aisling turned back towards her friend. "Why does it matter? I don't want him, and that's the end of it."
"...Who do you want?" Cal's voice was soft, and he held her strong gaze only for a moment before looking away, quickly focusing on something else. He knew it was pointless to ask such things; kindness was not something easily shown or spoken by the ewe, despite his constant attempts to show her how. Still, she was more open with him than most, and he could ask for little else. Yet, the Siv was drawing near, he thought slowly, before her sharp voice sliced through his reverie.

"What," she was saying suddenly, poison in her words as she hissed them, "Are these?" She was standing beside a large pile of smooth river stones, some as white as stars, others are black as her own hooves. Her normally beautiful face was laced with anger and a clear hurt, and as Cal stared at her, frozen, she bleated furiously and stamped. "Well?"
The ram took a nervous step towards her, his pointed ears pulled back against his horns. "Aisling, I-"
"How dare you?" Her voice was a whisper, but only for a moment- then it rose to a yell that shocked nearby birds into an anxious flight. "I trusted you! I trusted you, and you're going behind my back with somebody else?"
His perturbation had shifted into absolute choler, and for the first time in months, Cal held his own against the ewe- though it differed from her prideful outburst, his own was just as vehement, and just as consequential.
"Perhaps if you would listen for once, you wouldn't be so quick to jump to conclusions! But that's how it always is with you, isn't it, Aisling? You're too arrogant, too selfish to look past your own nose and think that someone else's feelings are at stake! How could you have even thought for a moment that I had gathered those for someone else behind your back when I spend all of my time with you- waiting on you paw and hoof, of course. You take and take, Aisling. But you never give."
"Don't y-" His furious glare was enough to silence her- silence Aisling, the unofficial queen of the soldiers. He stood staring at her for a long moment before continuing, though his voice had quieted considerably.
"I'm sorry, but- I don't think I can do this anymore. At least not right now. I've stayed so long because you have so much potential. You really do, Ais, if you were to forget about yourself a little. And because no matter how badly you make me want to push you off a cliff, I can't deny that you're the only one I think of when it comes to the Siv. But that's the problem. I can only see myself with you, but you can't see anyone but yourself." Calais turned his back on her dismissively.
Hot embarrassment coursed through Aisling's veins, enough that she trembled where she stood and fought back the urge to vomit. Her mind had fallen into nothing but a slew of undesirable actions and utter confusion; she fought to gain control of the tangled web of unrelated and chaotic emotions while biting back powerful words with such resolve she felt as if she'd begin swallowing the blood from her tongue at any moment.

It was only after she had turned from him without a word and left that she realized how tautened she must have been- every muscle in her body ached, though this very easily could have been a psychosomatic manifestation of the emotional torment that was consuming her very mind. Her heart felt caged within her breast, fluttering thunderously and making each inhalation both painful and difficult. She stood beside her grassy nest, viciously fighting back searing tears, and stared the way she had come, not able to conjure a glare efficient enough to do her feelings justice.
Koan's pitiful rock pile stared at her from her peripherals, and she turned her eyes to them. How could she have possibly known that Cal's collection was for her? While it was uncommon and considered improper for Goennecs in her herd to show physical affection outside of permanent bonds, she and Calais had always maintained a strictly platonic friendship. She had gone to him with all of her complaints or wants and, occasionally, her fears, and he had...

He had listened all the while, offering her his ear or shoulder when necessary and being the first to support her in anything, yet the last to admonish her for wrongdoings. He had been overly critical with her when it came to Koan, and had even exhibited something similar to relief when Aisling had dismissed the youth's actions with laughs. He had always walked proudly by her side, but- the Siv? She felt blind, and irritation was a warm buzz that flowed through her entirety, but the ram's face was fresh in her mind.

A large, clamorous part of her demanded that she return to him at once, to run back to her closest friend and apologize for everything that she had done to hurt him. Apologize for her assumptions, her faults, her inability to understand the truth behind his smiles and unassuming chivalry. But the dominant side of her heart- the one that would rather wither into nothing than to let down her guarded pride- refused, and kept her where she was, content with seething, with brooding, over something that could be fixed.

But that's how it always was, wasn't it?

[paola .]

Goennec Pen #: 9
Name: Kirahvi
Name Meaning: Giraffe in Finnish
NickName: Kira
How would you use him/her: I would make her a character and a roleplaying character and she would be my baby forever!^^ <3 I will love her and write a big story for her and get lots of art!^^ I will make art for her and have other people make scenes from her story!^^
Define your Goennec:
Kirahvi is a gentle, loving, brave, calm, and optomistic Goennec!^^ She loves to play games and explore, her favorite thing to do is run! She is a graceful Goennec and she is very creative andloving!^^
Her Story(for now):
Kirahvi is a simple girl and was born in the middle of the of the forest on a fresh spring evening. Her parents stard at her prodely, but then their was this nose in the forest. It was a bear, her parents could not move her but they had to protect themselves so they left their baby girl, her mother cried for her but turned and ran. Kirahvi smelt her mother drifting away and opened her eyes slowly, she was only 3hours old, she cried and cried, scaring the bear away from her horble screams that went on all day and night. She tried standing but feel down, she kept trying to stand until she finally did, she was unsteady at first but finally found her balance and walked slowly towards where mother and fathers scent was coming from.

Major WIP, i am scared, first time doing this!xD

[Nearmagic]

Female
2'
Naturally colored
No abnormalities
Goennec Pen #: 3
Name: Kapira {Kaah-per-ah}
Nickmane: Kapi
How would you use her: Kapi would have a home in my character thread, and be used in the RP. I would also like to order art of her frequently. I would like to write stories about her ocasionally(even though sometimes they never make it onto paper), and I am excited to see how her and Kila will get along. I am certaintly not the best caretaker of my characters(I mean, I don't order tons of art, or write stories daily), but I will try my hardest to make sure she has a good home.
Define your Goennec:
Personality:
Forgiving. That is the single most intriguing trait this little doe possesses. With her life; you would think she would hate any living thing that crossed her path, especially other Goennecs. But you would be very wrong. Kapira is just as compassionate and caring as any other Goennec, if not more. But true to her history, she still strives to please. She will do almost anything to gain approval of others, even if it isn’t in her best interest. She strives to make friendships, but isn’t really sure how. Because of this she doesn’t have many friends, but the few she does have are very dear to her; and Kapira would be loyal to them to her death. Innocence is also a trait embedded into Kapi. She doesn't really understand that other Goeys don't always have her best interest in mind; and therefore is easily manipulated into doing what they want. Used would be a good word to describe what she usually is, in trying to please everyone.
Background:
The Only One
I've heard others say; "it's good to be different"
But usually they aren't
I've seen others act; pretend to like everyone the same
But really they don't
I've been reaptedly told; "it's not your fault"
But how can that be
When they all hate me
Anything I do
Every moment I breath
How is it not my fault; that they all want me to leave?


Leaves rustling under her feet; Kapira moved stealthily through the undergrowth. She didn’t know where she was headed; only that she had to go, which she hadn’t wanted to. Her mother had ordered it, the herd would be glad she was gone-if they even noticed. Her small, lithe body allowed her to move quickly, and move quickly she did. Kapira’s size had been one of the things that set her apart from the herd, her striped body another. But here; far away from her homeland, it was rumored that many Goennecs had markings. Kapira hoped it was true, because she was tired of being different. She wasn’t angry at her herd though. It wasn’t their fault she had been born small and marked, and they hadn't.

Continuing on at a steady pace, Kapira contemplated everything she had been through. The verbal abuse, the physical abuse, and the thing that hurt the deepest. Never being loved. Lost in thought, and not paying any attention to her surroundings; the earthy doe ran right into another Goennec. As if coming out of a trance; her head lowered in submission, and she quickly backed up. “S…sorry,” she stammered, speaking to someone for the first time of her life.

The silver and cyan doe turned in a quick circle, ready to fight. Seeing the submissive position the other doe had taken, Kila replied uncomfortably, “You’re fine.”

Keeping her head below her top line, Kapira looked at the other doe, eyes widening. “You…you have markings,” she stammered once again, this time in utter shock.

“As do you.” Kila replied with question in her voice, wondering what was wrong with this Goennec’s head. Cyan eyes unreadable, the larger doe studied Kapira, who was still cowering in submission. “Who are you?”

“My herd…we, I mean, I was the only one with markings,” Kapira mused in a whisper, relaxing a bit. “My name is Kapira,” she said, in the innocent voice that was presumably from not using it. A leaf fell from above, twittering down until it landed on Kapira’s nose. Blown gently; the leaf was propelled off, slowly falling to the ground. Her emerald eyes twinkling with excitement, they returned to the silver doe.

Kila looked at the trees around her, wondering when someone would pop out and say this was all a joke. Solid Goennecs with no markings? That was unheard of. Eyes returning to the doe in front of her, she watched the small female play with the leaf; and realized she was for real. It wasn’t possible to act that--innocent. “So, where are you headed?” Kila asked, stomping a front hoof to rid a fly. For some reason she wanted to take the little doe under her wing, or hoof; so to speak.

“I’m not sure,” Kapira said dejectedly, sadness embedded in her would-be-beautiful eyes.
Heart breaking for the younger doe; Kila licked Kapira’s scruff of forelock. “Oh, Kapi, what happened?”
Eyes widening in shock of Kila’s affection, Kapira began her tale; not once wondering if Kila even wanted to hear it.

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“I think that momma loved me, deep down. She just didn’t ever show it,” Kapira said slowly, knowing very well that her mother didn’t love her one bit. But I can hope, right? she thought to herself. “She was just embarrassed because I was different from our herd. And because of that I have never spoken before today. So maybe she loved me and she just was afraid to show it because of what everyone else thought of me,” Kapira rambled on, defending her mother all the way.

“I think the herd was scared of me. I was so different. Small, mute, and covered in markings. They just didn’t know what to do about me, so they said mean things. It’s not their faults, it was my own. I tried my best to stay away from them, and I didn’t talk to anyone; so I wouldn’t be even more of a bother. It wasn’t enough, I was a failure at everything,” Kapira; the doe with no self esteem whatsoever, said. “I didn’t really ever try to play with the other kids when I was younger, but I think they would have run away. So mostly I just stayed with momma.”

By now, Kapira was quite lost in her thoughts and her story, and didn’t even remember the other doe she was telling the story to. “When I was six months old, I remember that everything was coming to life. The grass was getting greener, and flowers were budding. Things were looking up for me too. More Goennecs were beginning to accept me. The elders were the most friendly, I think. They told me it was ok to be different, and for a little bit; I believed them. As the days continued on, I tried to make friends with the other kids. It was hard though; because I still was afraid to speak to them. By this time I was almost one. There was a little ram named Danre, and he had always seemed interested in me. So I tried to be really nice and friendly to him, and even though he really wasn’t, I consider him a friend. I was good at doing things for him,” Kapira said, having no idea that her ‘friend’ had only being using her.

“But on my first birthday momma told me she was pregnant again, and that she didn’t want her next kid to know its tiny, mute, and ‘ugly’ sibling. She told me to go and never come back, and that is how I got here I guess. I don’t blame momma for not wanting my sibling to see me. I don’t really know where I’m going,” Kapira finished.

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Kila’s eyes brimmed with tears, ashamed that a Goennec would treat another so badly. She was touched by Kapira’s innocence, and acceptance. “You can come with me,” Kila said determinedly.

Only remembering the doe beside her when she spoke, Kapira didn’t think she had heard right. “You want me?” she asked, voice breaking in surprise and amazement.

“You are welcome to join me,” Kila said; knowing that the small doe would be needing a lot of help if she was going to survive in a different herd.

Kapira spun, experiencing a joy that had never filled her before. It ballooned in her chest, turning her face into a smile; and brightening her once-dead eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered to the silver doe; whose name she did not even know. Kapira had been given a second chance--a future. “I won’t let you down.”