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Rules/Information
- Prompts will come once per day, with four prompts in total.
- Choose and play with only one of your own Kimeti. Gender doesn't matter, since we're not going for breedings here, but to win the buck himself.
- Since you're playing your own 'meti, proxies will not be permitted.
- If you don't have an adult Kimeti, you may fabricate one for the purpose of this contest.
- Your goal is to get the best ending possible. But is the best ending love or rejection?
- If you answer in roleplay format, you may be awarded an extra point.

Prompt One
It was a positively lovely day in the swamp. The breeze that snaked its way through the trees had a delectable smell to it, and a perfectly comfortable temperature. Not too hot or cold, it was as though it was blessed by the swamp itself.

Perhaps, in a way, it was. The much loved Festival would soon close, and after all, why would anyone wish for an unpleasant end to such a happy time? Well, perhaps the idea of happiness varies from being to being. For on this day of joy, there was in the crowd, a buck. A young male, only recently crowned with adulthood. He was loud, boisterous, and more than a bit of a show-off. With a small petal on his nose, he wobbled around with little care, making a scene of how perfectly he could balance it, even when he made the venture of balancing on little but his hind legs. Perhaps he was trying to impress someone, to catch himself a mate. It wouldn't be a shock, given how frequently new sacs tended to show up during the festival.

But what Kimeti in their right mind would find such an annoyance attractive? A few does (and perhaps even a buck here and there) in the mostly-disgusted circle seemed enthralled by his antics. Would they dare approach him?

How will your Kimeti approach this buck?
1. The shy, quiet method. Try to discreetly catch his eye?
2. The faux-hate method. Hah! What a stupid boy! But I like him...
3. The equally noisy method. Just jump on in and play too!
4. The blunt method. Hey, hi, hello, how are you? I like you!

Prompt 2
Prompt 3

Final Prompt

Prompt One Response:
1) The shy, quiet method. Try to discreetly catch his eye?

Solstice had decided to join the festivities that she had heard was still going on in the swamp.She was never one for gatherings.. But what the heck. It's not that she is loner, it's just that large groups of kimetis in one area makes her feel... awkward.

The blue doe had gotten lost in the midst of the large crowd."Grr.. where do I go..?" she mumbled, utterly frustrated. She was about to turn back and leave, if she could find which way she had come from but she saw something at the corner of her eye. Her eyes fluttered at the sight of a very handsome buck. The doe was left immobile as she watching him curious eyes. What is he doing? she wondered. Feeling the need to get closer, Solstice threaded through the crowd circling the buck slowly to get a closer look, at the very front of the circle. She watched him intently through her thick silver bangs. Tilting her head to the side slightly, her bangs moving just enough to show her blue eyes. Too shy to even approach the buck. Solstice watched him amusement. Waiting for the buck to approach her, hoping she would even catch his eye in this huge crowd.

2. The faux-hate method. Hah! What a stupid boy! But I like him...


Last-Breath-Laughing has, until now, been enjoying some of the more boisterous events this Festival season. Her spirits are high, and the jaunt in her step is light and confident, her bright blue eyes reflecting the smirk that rests at the edges of her mouth. She casts her glance this way and that as she looks for something new to do. A few kimeti are playing a game nearby in which a doe and buck bob for fruit at the same time. If they accidentally [or, in some cases, hopefully] grab the same fruit, they are supposed to touch noses in front of everyone. It's an amusing game, but none of the bucks in that circle catch her eye. Rather, beyond them, she spots a cream and black buck doing a rather bizarre looking trick, indeed! Who would have ever thought of such a thing, really. He looks completely ridiculous. And yet...

And yet, the doe finds herself heading in that direction as she pushes her petite self to the front of the throng. There aren't many kimeti watching, she notes, but enough to make something of a small crowd. But Faux [[ooc: her nickname]], has never been the kind of girl to bat her lashes shyly from the sidelines. And this buck, she decides, must be far from shy to put on such a strange show.

"Don't you know how silly you look?" She calls out, and steps forward, that lilting smirk widening on her lips, flashing in her eyes. "Silly buck, why do you dance on your hind legs like a foal reaching for sweet fruit just out of his reach? Even silly foals know they have to do more than do a silly dance to reach it. Silly buck. Ha!" She laughs, but despite the mocking sharpness in her tone, there is a hint of something... something in those eyes, in that smile, even the derisive flick of her tail. Silly buck, her sharp, confident tone, even in the silence seems to continue to sound.

Prompt One Response:
2. The faux-hate method.

Eclipse had been slow about joining in the festival activities. It still stung to think that he would leave them each night just as alone as he'd joined them; there would be no new clutches to sigh over, no one to write poetry for. He'd stayed away for as long as he could, and it'd been a fairly valiant effort. News tended to spread like wildfire in the swamp; what few friends Eclipse had had started to bend his ear about the interesting news and goings-on of the festival until he felt cocerced into joining. Why -- Eclipse sulked enough, they said! Why wouldn't he rouse himself out of his habitual sadness and join in? There could be a lovely new someone in his future! They'd pushed and suggested and coddled until he'd finally relented.

Eclipse found himself on the edge of the circle, watching the buck's antics with grudging interest. While the buck was certainly the center of attention (and he didn't seem to mind, either), he was pretty. Even though, to Eclipse, he looked like an utter fool -- a foal having found a new game he'd forget about two seconds later. A flower. Honestly. This was a child's game! The black buck snorted and shook his head, his black hair falling about his eyes.

"Hmp." It was a singular syllable, but Eclipse was a poet; it summed up everything he felt quite neatly ... including his interest.

Prompt One Response:
3. The equally noisy method. Just jump on in and play too!

Bone Toss stood on the outskirts, watching the young buck. At first he didn't think anything about him, until he rolled the owlcat bones. They told him to join. He looked back up, "What can I do?" He enjoyed staying in the back, being hidden from the rest, but he had to join in somehow.

A nervous glace about at the others, Bone grabbed the songbird that was sitting on his rump. A peek on his nose made him run out and kick up his back legs. He was to the side of the show off buck, just barely missing him with his hoofs in the air.

4. The blunt method. Hey, hi, hello, how are you? I like you!

Maybe it was something in the air-- the delightful weather, that curiously sweet smell weaving through the trees... It was something.

Sinkhole found herself at the back of a gathering crowd. The Kimeti around her seemed baffled and all most disgusted; this was definitely worth checking out. The doe craned her neck high, chin raised, and started to stomp her way through the group. These Kimeti would not get in her way to see whatever it was that was so exciting. After claiming her very own spot at the front of the group, Sinkhole watched on. It was just a young buck; what was the big deal?

The young buck was quite the handsome fellow, though. His creamy fur contrasted by a thick mane of black hair going down his spine was absolutely alluring. His display, his show, only added to this ever-growing appeal. Sinkhole looked him over, up and down, repeatedly. He was something. Despite acting like a fool, she saw grace within him. Balancing that petal so delicately, and raising up on his hind legs, she could only see a dance. A dance to lure someone in and that someone happened to be her. She needed to make a move.

"You, young buck, are thrilling," she said through her teeth with a grin. Sinkhole continued examining the buck as she spoke. "You are obviously trying to entice someone." The doe licked her her lips as if he were some delicious treat. "And you have enticed me." She waved her head back and forth quickly as if to show off herself. If that didn't grab his attention, she was not sure what would.

2. The faux-hate method. Hah! What a stupid boy! But I like him...
Path found the festival boring. Most of the bucks weren't all that attractive, or paired off already, or not that interesting to her.

That's when she saw him. A peculiar buck caught her eyes. Was he trying to show off? Huh. A small circle had formed about him already, other bucks and does had been caught too. Path made her way to watch as well. She was interested that was for sure. Though he'd have to work for it if he was to think about looking at her.

Path scoffed. "That it? Could do that with my eyes closed." She turned to leave but decided to watch from behind another doe. Okay, she did want to watch...