~Goennec~ Round: Closed

[Coali]

I'm scared of the people I am against,especially Bullet. x3

Goennec Pen #: Pen 8
Name:Thorn
How would you use him/her: I would use him as a character,add him to my character site,draw him,love him,take care of him. As he would be my first Geonnec. <3
Define your Goennec:
Age: 1 year
Birthdate: October 15th
Mother:Carmella
Father:Taker
Thorn is a very independent strong,he hates his father and is very vengeful. He isn't easily angered and hates it when anyone is abused and when geonnecs yell at each other,because yelling is how the death of him mother began. He enjoys the smell after it rains and often dances in the rain,for some reason it releases his tensions and brings him back to the good of life.
Well,I guess I can write a little of his story.
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I pressed my back to the wall,cowering under the shadow of my large father and smaller mother. They were screaming and yelling at each other,even hurting one another with their horns. A gash along my mothers flank that dripped with blood scared me,and she fell to the ground,the rise and fall of her flank getting slower and deeper,and her eyes glazed over. "Thorn,be strong." She whispered with her last breath. The blood kept dripping out. "Mother are you ok? Mother? Mother!" I began to cry,this shouldn't have happened,then I turned and saw my father,he was beginning to walk out of our cave. A look of pure satisfaction on his face. I lunged at him,knowing that my strength was nothing compared to his. I jabbed him in the side with my stubby horns,drawing blood. He flung me away and I hit a wall. Everything is going bla....
I awake several days later,starving,I see my mothers body and run out of the cave,the soft pitter patter of rain falling down on me,sliding down my thick fur. I continued to run,my heart beat slowed as I came to a stop on the top of a hill. The view was amazing. I could see everything,and my worries were suddenly forgotten. I began to prance and dance around,the rain making me happy,until by side began to sing and a long,thin,deep slice was revealed. My father,he did this to me.....I will get him back for this. My mother didn't need to die. The thought ran though my head and I lifted my head to the sky,then looked back down,now soaked as the rain began to pour harder and harder. I didn't care,I ran down the hill and into the fields,off to find my father,no,to kill my father.
Several months pass. Still no sign of my father. I thought I saw him several times,but every time I am close enough to him to know where he is,he escapes. Maybe I shall set a trap. I run off to a place where very juicy,fragrant grass grows and I lay a large bundle of it in one area,then I wait silently in the bushed for my target to come into sight. My fur is streaked with mud which disguises my scent. The redemption is gnawing away at all that is good in me,I can't sleep or eat now without being distracted by every rustle in every bush.
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[Xaviar]

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

Goennec Pen #: 5.
Name:
How would you use him/her:
Define your Goennec:

wip.

Going up against you three scares me. xD *is still writing form*

[Pandora Gaskarth]

Pandora
This story and all of the parts in 'define your goennec' (besides her personality) are from the point of view of Kona

Goennec Pen #:
5
Name:
Kona Flickerstorm
How would you use her:
Kona really is very beautiful, so I'd definitely draw her/order art of her. I'd put her in the roleplay and I'd put her in my character thread. I have in mind a very good past for her, which I will definitely enjoy writing. I will most likely use her in a few other stories which I am writing, and I'll give her a deep background. I think her offspring would be absoloutely adorable, so I'd definitely breed her in the Siv a few times for good measure.

Define your Goennec:

[When you have only seen darkness, will it ever again be possible to see light?]

Personality

Kona is a strange one. Sometimes she can be stubborn and agressive, sometimes she can be sweet and kind. No matter which mood the doe is in, she is always a bit of a misery guts. She tries to be happy and bubbly, but it isnt her things. She is alone, and can be antisocial. She likes company, but doesnt like to get close to people in fear she will loose them. She is tough when it comes to certain things, and doesn't like being told what to do. She is quick witted and alert, always on her paws. She hates enclosed spaces due to her past, which has caused extreme claustrophobia. Kona doesnt give up, and she is a good friend, though she doesnt trust others easily. Her heart, mind and soul are locked, and they need a key, but the key has been thrown away and never found. She seems to be doomed to a life of loneliness. She is deep and poetic at the best of times, but can be sharp and dangerous at other times. She can also be very funny, and she likes to see smiling Goennecs, sometimes. In fight or flight situations, she never runs. She stands and fights for what she believes in, even if she isnt the most skilled fighter. She loves the outdoors and love, but she has never been exposed to true love. She is strange, and often branded wierd. Others usually stay away from her, but others are drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Her personality and a lot of her words are laced with humour or some other second meaning. Kona is a heart breaker.

Her story

Love is a rare jewel that only those with the purest intentions can gain. Love is bliss, and bliss is love. Love is not tainted, but is a pure thing, like an innocent white butterfly in a meadow. Those who shred love and make it dark and evil are murderers- murderers of all that is pure- ripping the wings from the butterfly of innocent love and leaving it to rot and die alone. I myself am not pure, nor will I ever be again. I had dark intentions with love, and so I was punished for my intentions. I used to wonder who I would fall in love with, who I would end up with, if I would die alone. All the questions then seemed rather exciting and I wanted them to all be answered immediately. Now I wish I could turn back time, and go back to when I had asked such things, and perhaps changed the course of what happened. Maybe then I would have grown up pure. I now watch the aftermath of my tainted love, look down upon my punishment. I have ruined the life of one who was pure, and now they are gone, their soul disappearing upwards. I am alone.

I wasn't always alone, I suppose. In the beginning, I had a family, I had friends. They loved me dearly, and I loved them. I was never alone or unsafe, I was always surrounded by love and support. I wasn't the enemy at that time. I can still remember my past as clearly as if it only happened less than moons ago. I can still smell the smells, hear the background noises of chirpy birds, everything. I suppose I'll start from the start.

When I was born, there was light. All I could see was white, nothing else. It seemed that way for a little while, I suppose. But I could hear everything. I could hear my parents talking about how I was different to the others, how they would love me anyway, how I would only be cast out if I grew up to be a loner, or teased. Sometimes, when I was older, this was what goaded me on to fight against them, though now I wish I hadn't. After a little while, the whiteness was gone and I could see everything clearly. The first time I could see, I smiled up at my mother, then my father, at that time oblivious to what they had said in the earlier time. At that time I loved them. And they loved me right back. As we grew older, my siblings were unfortunate. They slowly died off for different reasons, until my brother and I were the only ones left. I suppose now my parents were lucky to have had even one survive, because they had had a large family which usually meant death. The day my brother died changed me from a mild, meek Goennec to an antisocial, hardened monster. It was the beginning of the end.

The day was cold and rainy. The wind blew wildly around, and Kane- my brother- and I curled up together. Our mother and father did the same. They whispered messages of love to each other as if it was the final hour. I couldnt help but smile at their pure love, how wonderful it was. I wondered if I'd ever feel that way. The wind began to die down, and the howling began to quieten, until I could only hear the raindrops hitting the dirt ground. As we always did on muddy days, kane and I got to our paws and ran outside. Every muddy day when it was safe to go outside, we would roll in the mud and play hide and seek. It may have seemed simple, but we were raised simply. We were such good friends. Kane had ostrich colouring and featherlike fur, and strangely enough my late sister Tahlia had wildebeest colouring. We were all close. My mother often told me about how quaggas, which apparently I looked like, used to team up with ostriches and wildebeests and graze together. They were called the triple threat. Their sight, hearing and sense of smell made them able to easily escape, able to alert the others at any sign of danger. It seemed that way with my brother. This time, I was the first one to notice something was wrong. Kane had noticed too late.

I watched in horror as a large creature leapt forwards. It's eyes were narrowed in slits and it barked something to another creature. In its deformed paws it grasped a sharp object, and the other grabbed Kane. I screamed and tried to ram into them, but they proved to strong. I had to watch in horror as they killed him, breaking his neck, had to watch the light fade from his teary eyes ever so slowly, had to watch his lips mouth the words 'I love you'. It was too much.

I fell to the ground, and now that I thought about it this unintentional collapse could work to my advantage. I almost fully closed my eyes, so I could see through small slits I kept open. The creatures stared at Kane with their horrible faces. “This one’s not pretty. Leave it,” The first one said, before its glance flickered to me. Its face was filled with intrigue as it spoke again. “That’s a beauty though,” it added, nudging the second creature. The second one nodded, but began to walk away. “It’s dead, and it has a weird body shape. I’m not touching a dead thing. What if it was diseased? The other one was alive and not diseased. Come on,” It said. I almost charged at them in anger, but I managed to use my strength to stay down until their noisy, ignorant footsteps could not be heard again. Then I broke down into tears, looking down at Kane.

The next year or so was a bit blurry, but I remember yelling, screaming, disharmony and many other horrible things. There was only one event in that time that really stuck with me through my life; when I met the ram who I was destined to kill.

The day I met him was a rather boring and uneventful day. I had sat on my own besides a stream, putting my paws in then yanking them out when fish came by in a desperate attempt to amuse myself and possibly get something tp eat. I found this more and more boring and tedious to even think about, so I decided to walk upstream to the lake connected to the stream. It was warm and nice, the perfect temperature on a cold day. I was gaunt looking and hollow, but once my body entered the water I became alive and well, like I used to be. It was a nice feeling. I could hear rustling in the bushes, but I ignored them, passing it off as a rabbit. When a patterned paw and a pair of horns appeared, I began to worry, but I had already been spotted.

The ram smiled rather cockily at me, his eyes glued to my pelt. I glared back, diving underneath the water so he couldnt see me. His loud voice was still audible in the depths of the water though, so I remained there and listened. "Who are you?" He asked, "I'm Tarnuk." I resurfaced for air and stared at him. His name was strange, as was he. I didnt bother answering at first, just staring and growling to myself. He wasnt worth the time. But then he spoke again, and I couldnt help but watch him with surprise clear on my face. "Like a dying flower, you seem starved of water and love. You have seperated yourself from the other flowers, and bit by bit you fall away until you are just a lifeless, blank stem of nothingness," He told me. I didnt really understand for a few moments, but when I did his words seemed beautiful and poetic. So poetic I had to smile.

Family/Relationships

My mother was named Fariah, and my father was called Kovu. They were madly in love, and loved each other until the end. When father died, mother barely coped. She died soon after. As they say, when one hummingbird dies, the other cannot live without it and will soon die with it. My siblings were plenty; four of them to be exact. Tahlia, Jace, Kane, and Zelia. Kane was the last to die, and I died with him partly. That was the extent of my family. I suppose I have cousins somewhere along the line though, long lost and never to be found. I dont have many friends really, either. I met this one doe who seemed okay for a while, but now I think about it she was probably the devil in a Goennec suit. My enemies include this one little black ram named Svartur. He's like the opposite to me, and we always disagree. The day we agree, the world will end.

Mannerisms/Behaviour

I suppose you could call me strange, or as most do, 'a loose cannon'. I do strange things at strange times. For example, I run through fields of flowers and trample them while most eat them. Err...Bad example. I roll in mud and throw it at the air when it rains. I act all fancy and noble, then suddenly I act all unformal and rude. I try to be normal, but I suppose I dont really know what normal is anymore. I talk too loud and talk over others. I sit really close to others, but when others sit close to me I usually move away. I am very cliche in this way. I adore to tease, and I love even more to annoy and anger, but only those I love. They can usually understand why I do the things I do. My past is serious, so most think I should be a serious soul, but I hate being moody. While some things I say are deep, others are not so much.

Likes

Privacy Something I havent gotten enough of lately. Just me, myself, and I. I'm not saying I'm a loner, but when you have someone who seems to be guarding you constantly you have to wonder if privacy exists and want privacy.
Open Spaces Ahh. Open Spaces. Not enclosed, not tight, but free and airy. You can run and jump and leap, eat, roll, dance, do whatever. If I never again see an open space, I will wither.
Mud Mud is amazingly fun. It is cold at warm times and warm at cold times. It is wonderful. You can do whatever with it; throw it, play in it, roll in it. Anything. And I find it easy to wash off, too.
Pure Love A world with only pure love is a perfect world. It is sweet and kind, caring and untainted, pure. It is like nothing you have seen before. It is serene, it is bliss, it is like nirvana; the bliss achieved when finding your higher/inner self (or at least thats what I class nirvana as).
Kane My brother was a lovely guy. He was pure and sweet. I miss him dearly.

Dislikes

Enclosed Spaces I despise enclosed spaces. I have an extreme claustrophobia problem due to my rather traumatic past, and if I am in or anywhere too close to anywhere closed in or small, I begin to get snappish, angry, upset and even aggresive or deadly. I am known to many as a 'loose cannon' when too close to small spaces now due to this.
Being watched I am constantly watched, mostly because I am deemed rather mad by some. I believe I have no privacy, which urks me to no end. I also dislike when others stare, whether it be because of my appearance or the way I act or something else.
Jerks I hate jerks. Males who think they are amazingly good looking or kind, but are really not what they think. Males who think they can get all the does in the Siv, who think they are it and a bit. I feel like giving them a good kick in the shins.
Crying Crying seems like a showcase of weakness to me. When I see someone cry, for no reason I deem 'cryworthy', I brand that someone as weak. If they can't take something, they shouldn't dish it back out or even try to integrate into a herd of any sort. They should go hide in a hole.
Death Death isnt something I really wish to elaborate on. It is horrible to pretty much everyone. It takes those you love and doesnt give anything in return, just like a slave driver.
Tainted Love Love is pure. Love is innocent. To taint it is disgusting, a crime of terrible proportions. If you are 'in love' with someone out of malice or any other reason, you should die. I should be dead. I experienced tainted love. I have been the maker of black romance at one time or another.
Those Who Can't Take the Truth When my friends ask me something, I reply as truthfully as possible. If they are ugly, and ask me if they are ugly, I'm not going to tell them they are beautiful. Its their fault for asking. I dont get offended by what others say about me, so they shouldnt get offended either. They should suck it up and roll with the punches.
Humans If I could wipe out that species forever, I would. They took my brother. They killed him and then left him there, because his fur was not 'pretty enough'. They eyed me off, commenting on my fur, and came towards me. I showed them. They took the one thing I truely had loved and cherished, and killed it. I will never forgive them.

Name origin

Apparently my name means 'world ruler' in some disgusting human language they call Hawaiian. Ugh. When my parents named me they picked the worst name. The last thing I want to do is rule the world. I'm no evil genius.


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[Tammanae]

Okay, a couple of things for you peeps.

Number one, chatter. Take it to the fan club. We built it for discussion to keep this area clean. Link is on the first post. ;3

Number two, for those that are feeling the need to give back goennecs, please pm Kam about it, as it may bring up chatter. You can talk about being unsure whether to keep them or not in the fan club if you are not sure, but if you want to ask Kam directly, I suggest pming.

[MirrorMask]

Goennec Pen #:
Affected Pen 1
Name:
Snake Fist
How would you use him/her:
I would treat him like a a family,get him art,put it on the rp ,in my siggie and care for him with all my heart.
Define your Goennec:
Likes:
Even if he if I trying out for him.I want to keep everything a secret so you have to read.
Dislikes:
Even if he if I trying out for him.I want to keep everything a secret so you have to read.
Personailty:
Even if he if I trying out for him.I want to keep everything a secret so you have to read.
ThemeSong:
Clickies.

History:
"No!Help me!" My words slipped out like if I was caught in slow motion,I was near death.My little body the one that got bullied and was always so neat.Hanging of the side of a cliff .My skinny small braze body hanged for it's life on the side of the cliff,the cliff I dared to look over.The one which was costing my life.
I couldn't catch my breath because I was panting so much out of panic.My eyes were staining because I became dizzy,I panicked more....My paws slipped."No!" yelled a voice,a voice of a angle, a guardian angel. Gidledorein.....her face filled with pain,the feathery fur on her face was wet tears slipped off like me.I felt a not of pity in my heart and I said "Sorry." our tears crashed and sicked together Falling into many things.Her paws reached out the long shaggy fur touched mine,her natural cold paws touch mine a dusty colored normal one.He paws skin was harsh and hurt to touch but i felt no pain only a bell rang in my head.She looked at me with her gleaming ,depressed eyes and whispered "I won't let this happen to you." and added "Alone she slipped in holding me tight next to her,her face twisted with mix sadden feelings.In love she fell in too.

We held paws and plunged together,....forever to our deaths.Or as we thoughtHer paws left mine,I felt them slipping away like if she was dieing.I panicked. I looked as air cut eyes now burning with blur,she was flying covered in a whirlwind of brown long feathers.One of a great owl claws shot out of them I yelped in terror then it me I thought Myths!It has to be that is a calling!The gods save us!.But I had no time to think about it no more.I finally hit something,something that felt like rocks.My stomach turned ,puncture wounds price all of me it could leaving blood spilling out of everything.I tasted the red oozing liquid,a sigh that it met no good, out of my mouth dripping down my chin and chest and into, the scales below.I was up to my neck in mud,in was like quick sand,It felt like being squeezed and drowning at the same moment.My perfect fur was now wild with mud ,stained with the mud.worst was the snakes swirling around me waiting for me to die,but they weren't...well not really.Some bite into my eyes their burning venom making me blind,my eyes enlarged they stung and drive me wild.They prided open my mouth and forced down my throat,I choked a little and threw them back off growling at they.They hissed and moved away.Another bite and went into my ears making me deaf the pain wasn't as bad as my eyes but still the thought hurt me.I pasted out and when I awoke again the world wasn't so well pretty.Everything was a blur.But I had something to help me out, my snake tongue like all other snakes their eye sight is poor,but their tongue senses moment and heat giving a mental picture of their surrounds.Only problem the colors aren't that great.
I looked around sticking out my now and new fork tongue,I got an image of were I was.Still in the pit but free of the mud and snakes.I stand up and tried to walk but I stumbled and fell my legs feeling like jelly.I crawled towards the wall I tilted my head up and flicked my tongue out and saw the climb and threats ,then thoughtGreatI moaned softly so someone could help me.

A rush of wind blew by my body.Making me shiver.It had a whisper in my head with it ..."Snakes,call the snakes"Then it was dead silent and I hissed ,louder and louder until I can feel scales crawling up my back.I flickered out my tongue and saw a outline of a large male maybe green snake.I hissed to it "Find a way up the wall."The snakes nodded and slithered off me and away,I flickered my tongue out again I saw the snake half way up, it hissed my head as if it knew I was deaf ,back"Cave,walk forward and jump up."I hissed angry and snapped back "How?I can not see everything perfect!"The snake said "Smell." he bite into him self and climbed down leaving a scent and blood trail.
I put my tongue out again I saw a bright pink trail of blood marking a stone and cave,I crawled forward.Stand a front of me was a ledge that would probably talk me for ever to climb.I sighed.I tried to stand up but failed falling on my jelly legs.I hissed "Oh why me!"The snake said "Ssh,come on try." as he softly dropped onto me and wriggled off next to me.
I nodded and tried for the last point before my blood boiled.I wriggled off my side and onto my knee,I took a large breath and yanked my feet from under me,I stand on them ,and slowly heaved up.I was finally on my feet.
I walked forward and smiled.I shoot out my tongue,but to late.I smashed into the ledge and and fell back, into soft and un-hard mud.But It swallowed me dragging me down.The snake yelped and hissed "Open your mouth!"I did, the snake crawled in and I fell threw.I slide down a tunnel ,it was like a slide.We whipped around a sharp turn.The snake yelled in my head "Spikes!"I stuck out my tongue and yelped.Huge spikes the size of me laid in front of me.They were as sharp as fangs and wide as a tree trunk.I yelled "Were to go!"
The snake looked around and yelled "Hard left!"

I did almost ripping of my tail.Then we shoot out of the tunnel floated into the sky,until we began to plunged.The snake floated away form me.I twirled my tongue and said "Bird!?" a huge bird with paws shot by the snake grabbing him.All brown with shaggy fur and feathers a break that was fling to half it's face and familiar eyes.Huge wings as wide as a it's self hanged over it hover above me for a split second.Then it bolted off,something grabbed me form behind but my tongue could not help me see it.I hoped nothing that would eat me.But only time would tell.My feet landed ,sending a jolt threw my body.My white blind eyes shot open.I forced out my nub tongue and saw a huge nest looking area.A lot of birds,...not not birds a hybrid.Griffins!the thought shot in my head.But before I could asked a female voice said "Master we brought,......friends."The stop scared me a bit.A loud evil male voice boomed "Food?Or more Griffins."The female said again"Neither."I heard footsteps coming at me I didn't dare to put my tongue out.The male voice snapped "Yeah neither,it's a curse form the gods.Kill it."Yells busted around me.I had to do something ,I yelled "No let me prove myself!"A growl hit me in the back.The male voice said happy that I talked "So "It" talks?Fine, Glidedorein bring it to the battle area.Release the Craken."

The yells stopped or formed into gasped.I thought Glidedorein? Cracken? but something grabbed my scuff and ended my thoughts.I quickly landed again on something wet and bouncy.I thought Oh no. a roared wreck my ears .I put out my tongue and gasped , a huge ugly monster with rows after rows of spike teeth. I said "Why me."A big squid limb whipped next to me. I dodged it in time and bite into it,yanking out a big seafood tasting chunk.The Cracken wailed and fling another ugly limb.But I was to slow,I was pinned I yelled in pain for the weigh of the thing.It chuckled but it sound more like it licking it's chops.I yelled "But my heart and soul.The venom pulsing threw my body I will kill you!"The cracken growled.I smiled and bite again into it's flesh ripping into it I bite hard and then notice I was draining out venom.The Cracken yowled in pain.But didn't attack it just took back it's burning and black limb and licked it. Big mistake.The venom poured into his mouth.It made a gurgling noise,and then a big BOOM! the Cracken has died...for now.It's body was dropping back into the waters it was hanging over.I was going with it.Until,she came.Glidedorein flew over me she squawked and grabbed me by my scuff and pulled me away and landed on a ledge.I flickered my tongue out and said "Hey old feathery friend.""Shut up." she snapped back."O you love me." "I do,really much."I rolled my eyes and began to call for the snake,walking away."Will you be my mate?"

Goennec Pen #:
Four
Name:
How would you use him/her:
Define your Goennec:

[Desmond]

Master List time~

I DON'T KNOW! Dx

(none)

1. Aywa

(Wib) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3950#p6095311

(Lir) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095572

(Vam) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6096066

(RBG) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6096206

2. Spots

(Kin) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3950#p6095364

3. Kapi

(Az) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3950#p6095220

(Nea) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6097753

4. Zebbie

(Soc) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3950#p6095263

(Mask) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3980#p6104008

5. Quagga

(3b) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&p=6095346#p6095346

(Toad) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095474

(Mo) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6096559

(Pand) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3980#p6098253

6. Tapir

(Nin) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095527

(BF) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095613

7. Przewalski

(CTH) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6095748

(RW) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095653

(Nio) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6096106

8. Thommy

(Bul) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095460

(Kiki) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095500

(M-B) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3960#p6095575

(Coa) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3980#p6097866

9. Genny

(Skit) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6097002

AP1. Kim

(W33) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3970#p6095815

(Mask) viewtopic.php?f=10&t=118117&start=3980#p6104008

Lots of competition for Aywa, Quagga, ant Thommy, I see. c: Poor Genny and Spots, though, only one app each!

[iBrevity]

Goennec Pen #: #3.
Name: Vidi [wiid-e].

How would you use him/her:
For some reason, I feel that every time I sit down to write one of these I’m just repeating the same mantra over and over again. xD
First and foremost, Vidi will be a headmate. All of my Goennecs visit as one almost daily, or at least every other day, and I can already tell that Vidi will be another to join to the party. <3
Like all of her fellow Goennecs that I own, Vidi shall be showered in love. I will be sure to write multiple stories with her as I have been with the others, and I will integrate her into the herd as I go along. I think her addition to my herd would be very, very interesting.
Seeing as she’s only the second female there, Queen would eye the female as competition. She would probably be highly aggressive towards her, and it would only be the combined efforts of Merc, Alabaster, and Omni to bring her into the herd that she would be allowed to join. All of the ideas this brings to mind in stories is amazing; such as perhaps the night Queen psychically attacks her and Vidi is forced to lie the next morning to the bucks when they ask her why she’s hurt. She would effectively put a strain on how everybody viewed Queen; which is always interesting to see.
She would also be capable of seeing Delirium, the only one able, because of her magical qualities. It would bring her a connection to Merc, who would immediately seek her out for friendship when he realized it.

Define your Goennec:
I don’t honestly remember the beginning.
I don’t think it was anything important or silly, or somebody would have mentioned it to me by now. At least, that’s what I’m hoping. I just assume my childhood was fun, and that my mom was a beautiful goddess of a doe who loved me so much her heart hurt with the passion. I think my daddy was supportive of us both and he too adored us, but I guess I’ll never know 'cause of what happened. When I was one year old, the Valravns stole me away from my happy family and tried to eat my heart.

These are the most painful of my memories, and I always detest visiting here. Personally, I can only barely remember my capture and kidnapping, but what reminds me every day is the scar I wear so boldly on my chest. You see, the Valravns were not interrupted before they destroyed me. They tore me open and stole away their precious organ, the single piece of a child that would make them human again. The greedy little birds never contemplated that I was being watched by an easily tempered, protective Goddess of Nature.
It took me four weeks to wake up afterward, but when I did, I wasn’t alone. The goddess had guarded me the entire time, and even now her ethereal body was curled around mine. I slowly lifted my chin and met her eyes, and she softly chuckled at my inquisitive nature. Even though I didn’t know her yet, I recognized that she was glad I was reacting like I was supposed to.
“Are you my Mommy?” I quizzed innocently, and I peered up at her abruptly sad face with mystification. She quietly sighed.
“No, sweetheart, I’m not your mother. But I’m here to tell you that I have a very special task for my special little girl.” She smiled now and rose to her delicate feet, making no sound on the autumn leaves that littered the ground. Now that I was promised something exceptional, I was paying particularly close attention.
“I need you to guard this forest. Do you like forests?” She began walking and I trotted behind her, stumbling occasionally on a burning injury that hampered my chest muscles but not complaining. She slowed her pace but did not stop. It seemed we were going somewhere in particular.
“Well, you see, there’s a village here, filled to the brim with all these little human children.” The brush parted to give us a glimpse of the town she spoke of, and sure enough, I could count at least ten younglings of the odd human race squealing and running around. I blinked up at her, a little confused. She smiled at my expression and continued. “These children deserve long, happy lives, but there is a legend that lives in these forests…” Her gaze ventured to my chest and she closed her eyes for a second. “They’re called the Valravns, and you’ve had an encounter with them before. They’re hunting for these children. The particular two that live here are very nasty, and even if they don’t plan on using them for… well, their ceremonies, they will kill.” She dropped her head close to mine and looked me in the eye, seeking for my strong will. “You have to make sure they can’t hurt anybody ever again, okay Vidi?”
It was the first time she had addressed me by my name and a faint tug on my soul identified it as so. I inclined my head and puffed my chest out, lifting my tiny head as high as I could. “I promise I’ll do the best I can.”
She smiled and the edges of her slender body began to fade. “I believe you will, Vidi. But remember; if you can’t fight them with violence, kill them with kindness.”

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Months passed in uninterrupted tranquillity. I searched miles through the depths of the forest but could never spy the nest that the goddess had warned me to be so diligent about; even when I caught even barely the end of a raven call and traced it through the trees, it never led to anywhere.
The villagers seemed to be well aware that something evil lurked in their woods and most of them didn’t venture in past a few feet. If my duty allowed for it, sometimes I would come and watch the younglings in particular. They were so much more curious then the adults that constantly watched them, but sometimes they would slip by unnoticed; and this was when I would follow them through, making sure the dreaded Valravns made no moves. For a while, there was no trace of them, and eventually even I relaxed.
In truth, I never should have let down my guard.

They came while I was sleeping, curled up in the small nest I had built into the base of a rotted pine tree. The comforting scent of bark lulled me to sleep and it was only the sharp tear of a baby’s cry that ripped me out of my dreams.
I lurched dizzily to my feet and scrambled through the underbrush, causing a racket but beyond caring. There was no way I would allow someone to harm one of these precious children; so I traced the wails to a tiny newborn baby, lying in the dirt and struggling to breathe past its frantic cries.
Slowly, I crept towards it, wary of the village hunters that I had spotted killing a creature that looked quite alike to my species. The only scent in the clearing though was the acrid stench of rotting food, and I peered over the baby’s naked chest for some sort of incision where the predators would have tried to steal its young heart. There was nothing there though; not even the tiniest prick of blood welling. I curiously nosed it and it giggled at my velvet inquisition, clinging to my nose with clever fingers. I smiled and gently turned my head to grab the back of the baby’s clothes, lifting it from the ground. It seemed to enjoy the ride and laughed the entire way back, although its joyful sounds made it impossible for me to get close to the village. I chose a specifically open place right at the base of a tree they seemed to particularly enjoy and set the baby there, retreating to the wood’s shadows to make sure its concerned mother would successfully get her newest child back.
... [WIP]

[Lady Masquerade]

Goennec Pen #: 6
Name: Jenna
How would you use him/her: WIP
Define your Goennec: WIP

[Skylarr.]

Goennec Pen #: 7
Name: Seven. I know ironic, but i love that name.
How would you use her: Well I would put him in my wip goennec character site that is in the midst of trying to get published with all the other gazillion things I have to do. I would put him into the roleplay site and he would get roleplayed often. Art will be coming out of his ears and I would spoil him rotten because he is adorable! And i would love to have his as my own! And something I don't normally do for my charries, I would do for Seven, and that would be write short stories. :3
Define your Goennec:

Some Info.

Gender: male.

Age: 2 years.

A Bit About Him: Seven is sort of a really nice guy who came to a new school. he never got to know all the basics and this and that. he is pretty caught up, but he is behind about a year or so. Just think about a child who had skipped kindergarten and went straight on through to first grade. he doesn't realise it, but he is a great gentleman and is very nice to girls, but to him he just thinks it's respect. He diesn't realize a lot of girls are treated horribly in their younger years when the rams have no respect what so ever. many males are jealous of him, but he just puts it off, because he really doesn't know how to feel jealous, and really could care less if a cute girl likes a different guy than himself. And a quirky thing about him, is that he can tell if you

Likes: silent nights, sweet people, hanging out with others, playing games.

Dislikes: busy days, rude people, being all alone(but at times, everyone needs to be alone), being bored.


When I Woke Up.

(age..just born)

My limbs ached and my eyes were gooey. I felt a rough tongue brush against my fur the wrong way, and it somehow warmed me up, but I was still really cold. Cool, crisp air brushed over my thin fur and I was constantly shaking. I heard worried whispers and silent cries, but everything else was silent except for the eerie wind that swirled around me. I heard clicks and thumps echoing off the walls, I tried to open my eyes, but I couldn't, they were still too gooey.
A stong gruff, but sad, voice broke the awkward silence that had settled, "He's weak. And small. He won't make it, he was born too early."
A small cry slipped someone's lips.
An anquished, broken voice spoke up, "Prime, just give us the chance.. We will do our best to keep him alive."
He sighed, "But the problem is, your best won't keep him alive."
A female spoke up, "Give me the chance. If he has survived this long, he should make it. It's only 2 weeks before spring. please, Devasari, let me keep him and nurse him back to health. He will be strong and he will stay alive."
Devi nodded, but he didn't want to, "He is your first and I know you want to do your best, so I will let you keep him, but be warned. If he doesn't make it, it will hurt worse than letting me take him now."
She nodded back, feeling strong and proud. My mother pulled me close to her, into the circle of warmth her body and tail had made, "Thank you devi, I promise you, you won't be sorry."

~+~


Getting Better.

(age..8 months)

Seven stood in front of his mom, smiling brightly. "Mom! Watch this!" He exlaimed as he jumped into the air, over a small bubbling stream.
She laughed at his excitement and was happy that he was even here, soaring through the air, "That's was great sweetie! You jumped so high!" she motioned with her paws how high he had jumped.
"Really?! I jumped that high?! That's awesome!"
"Very awesome," she agreed, just like any mother would
"Mom.. can I go and play with the others?"
Marione was about to answer, but became hesitant on what she would say. This was about the second time he had asked, before she had told him that they didn't want to play and they weren't aloud to, but he's watched them play before, and now he's asking. She would like him to, but he is so small compared to the others. "Um.." She started, following that long gaze of his that led to the other kids, "Not today sweetie, the kids are probably tired and going to take a nap soon. Why don't you spend time with your father today?"
He stared at his mom for a moment, as if he was trying to find a lie, but eventually went to go find his father.
She sighed with relief, then went to go find a few of her own friends to gossip and chat with.
~+~
Seven kicked the rock back to his father, "Dad.. How come mom wont let me go and play with the others?"
Thomas' head lifted in surprise and his eye widened a bit. He remembered why Marione doesn't want Seven to play with the others, "I'm not sure, I'll talk to her tonight."
Seven noticed his father's eyes shaking and when he started talking his voice shook, but soon leveled out. "Dad, are you sure? 'Cause everyone is playing, and I want to play with them."
"Uhh.. maybe Mom will let you later."
Seven heard the stutter again, but thought nothing of it, so he continued to kick the rock with his father, with a ring of silence, surrounding them.


Today's the Day.

(age..one year)

Marione woke up. Alone. She looked around, instantly scared for what might have happened to her little boy. Well, he wasn't exactly little anymore, but she was still worried. She stepped out of their burrow and looked around all over. She looked up at the sun, then she realized she had slept in and he was probably with Thomas.
She heard rustling in the bushes, which snapped her out of her thinking. It was seven.
"Mom!"
"Where is your father?"
"Uhh, I'm note sure.."
"Then where have you been all day!" She frretted, hoping she didn't sound too mean, or too worried.
"I played with the other kids today! It was so much fun! They were all really nice, too! Well except for a few boys, but it was AWESOME!" he exclaimed.
She froze and blanked out as Seven explained the great time he had.
"Wait, who let you? You didn't ask. And who were those boys that were mean to you?"
"Well, I saw Devasari and I asked him if I could play with them and he said of course.. And he's the prime so.. I went and played. Oh, the boys weren't that mean, they just didn't say hi or introduce themselves."
His excitement had turned to being ashamed. Marione felt bad. She couldn't keep her son sheltered anymore, even if she wanted to, She couldn't, "I'm so happy for you, you should've had a good time, maybe you should play with them tonight, if you want to."
His brown ears perked, but his eyes were a little hard because he could see the guilt from something that had happened in her eyes. They were dark and distant. It didn't effect his mood though, and he put it off, "Really?!"
"Of course, you'll have fun, but when it's time for dinner, you come straight back."
"Thank you momma!" he said, completely ignoring the dinner part. He brushed up against her chest, then sped off to the patch of clovers they had met at before.
Marione watched as he raced away, tears of guilt and happiness streaming down her face.


Horny..?

(age..2 years)

Seven walked into the group that he and a couple really close friends had made. This was the group that he usually played with, and he was definately ready to find out what cool game Tabbie was hiding from them all.
Tabbie smiled, "Are you all ready?"
Everyone there nodded in agreement.
"Then can I get hoof tap please?"
Someone with front hooves, named Vern, tapped them on a rock, making a sound like a snare drum would, but not as fast as a human can play them.
"Count, seek, tag!" she announced excitedly. Everyone smiled and was excited. Now she had all of them hooked. Tabbie was one to do that. She was a gorgeous she-doe who had a great personality and a lean build. Seven had a small crush on her, but a lot of rams had bigger ones and he thought they deserved her more since they payed her more attention in a more affectionate way than he. So he kept to the side and keep his level at a friendly crush. As she explained the game, his eyes started to wander over her, and all of a sudden she seemed more attracted to her, but when he tore his eyes away from her, it faded, a little. "Seven, you can be my partner. If you want."
He snapped out of his train of thought, and then with a bit of thinking, he realized what Tabbie said, "Uhh, sure. I would love to." Seven gave her a sincere smile, then the others made goy-birl teams as they were suppse to, but most of their eyes folowed Seven as he walked away with Tabbie, and they were filled with jealousy. They headed off into the forest to count because they were 'it' as Tabbie told him.
Off in the distance he heard the Prime announcing somthing, but figured it wasn't for his ears, so he trekked on with Tab.

~+~

The sun was starting to set and the glow of the orange-ish yellow light bouncing off of Tabbie's light brown coat was absolutely stunning. His eyes wandered over her light brown coat that looked almost orange, which now looked really orange in the light, and her white patches that covered her body. And those ice blue eyes of hers were like two little pools with ripples gliding through them as if every blink sent more ripples.
They counted at Rocky Tree, which was their designated counting spot, then set out with their sniffers and listeners, also known as noses and ears. They set off and found a pair of goeys hiding in a burrow that was well hidden, but with Tabbie and Seven together, they were a great team. One was sniffing in the air and the other was sniffing down low to the ground.

~+~

After they found everyone it was already dark, so everyone went home for dinner, except for Seven and Tabbie.
"Seven, you look.." Tabbie started.
Seven swallowed , hoping it wouldn't be bad.
"..handsome."
He flushed, and his eyes showed he was shocked, "Thank you Tab.. You look beautiful tonight like you always are. Don't let anyone tell you different."
She was probably as embarrased and shocked as he was, but he didn't care. "I promise that you will be the first in my harem Tabitha. You are gorgeous and all-around perfect. You are out-going, eye-catching, in a good way," he assured, "Lovely, your eyes are beautiful, your coat is pristine, you would make a beautiful mother," He stopped himself, then smiled at her, "I could go on if you wanted."
She giggled, "I would love it if you want, but right now we can't. Both you and I know we'll get in trouble, but worse if we get home later. So, good-bye for now." She said, then started walking toward where her family was at.
"Wait! Tabbie!"
"Yes Seven?"
He ran up to her and touched noses with her, "I couldn't leave this night the way it was without making it perfect."
She flushed and batted her eyelashes, then turned home without a word, and that's all that Seven needed.

~+~

Seven trotted into the burrow and saw his father caressing his mother.
Marione turned to him, "You are late, but at least your father and eye renewed my harem belonging." She smiled.
"Wait.. the Siv started today?"
She nodded, then looked longingly at her harem owner.
He gulped. Would he be able to keep his promise to Tabitha?

~~+~~

There are a many more stories to be coming. I have fallen in love with Seven and I hope I get him.
One of the stories will be when he finds out why eyes shake and others look distant.
Sadly, I have no art of Seven. :C
But I love him dearly. c;

finished. ~<3

[InsomniacFox]

Goennec Pen #: 8
Name: Pikki
How would you use him/her: I would put him in my upcoming charrie thread, draw tons of art of him [maybe even order some art!], and write tons of stories about him.
Define your Goennec:
Name:
Pikki [Pronounced Peak-e]
Birthday:
February 9th
Age:
About 1 year
Personality:
Gentle and caring, this young 'un is shy, and hates to see others hurt or sad. He is light on his feet and smaller than other Goennecs, enabling him to hide and fit into small spaces easier. He will keep a secret for a lifetime, and is very faithful. He is quick to forgive, and doesn't hold grudges. Pikki is not very bold, and when meeting others he will be cautious.
Likes:
He likes running, playing with close friends, the sun, and when others are happy
Dislikes:
He dislikes bullies, killers, being sick, and when other's arent happy.

Pikki panted as he thundered across the sparse scrublands, his limbs growing wearier by the second. All instincts told him to keep on facing foreward, running as fast as he could, but he stole a quick glance back, only to gasp in horror. The strange men were gaining on him, the long sticks that killed his mother and father pointed at him. He pushed himself harder, legs stretching out. His small chest heaved, trying to suck in air. One of Pikki's front hooves got caught in a thorn bush, and he collided with the ground. A searing pain raced up his leg as the sharp thorns scratched without mercy through his tender young flesh. He called out in agony and despair, certain that the men were going to kill him. Tears made tiny rivers through his soft fur, his head down in defeat. He could feel the vibrations of the mens' feet as they pounded towards him, closer and closer. All of the sudden, a head popped up though a hole under the thorn bush. "Come, quick! Inside, young one!" Pikki had no time to even look at the head before it went back under the ground. He pushed his slim body through the hole opening, barely fitting. He realized that the tunnel got wider the further in he went, and could just crouch, inching his way through. He heard the enraged voices of the men above the hole, jabbering away in their strange language. He could hear gunshots, and feel as they impacted with the earth instead of him. He breathed a small sigh, relieved that he could escape the dangers of today. But what about tomorrow? What will I have to face then?