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Miss nodded acknowledgingly at the red and yellow doe.

"Glad to have amused you," he said, turning back to the other females as the small, rather scratchy mongoose bristled on his head. As soon as the female had taken her pet back, he nodded.

"Excellent! I'd be dissapointed if you did go easy on me," he said, then turned back to the purple doe.

"Yes, possibly. I'd need to find someone willing to lend me their mongooses to do so, though... and that might be a little difficult, let alone maintaining the playing field. As for ruining our game, hardly. If anything, you could call your entrance a creative improvement." he reassured her. Nobody seemed to be asking his name, so for the time being, he could keep it to himself. A bit of information could go a long way in a game of words, after all.

Her warm poof talked back. Startled but nonplussed, she languidly looked at the source. Green glows met her own stare. From that she could discern, the warm poof belonged to a kimeti with .. really smooth buttocks. Stag came the answer automatically. And pink. Warily she looked back at its eyes. Nettle, eh? Hmmm.

"Captain Obvious strikes again." she stated simply. She inched closer to his fluffy flank, but not quite touching it. "So, who is this Nettle?" Doom was the type of kimeti who invaded other's personal area, but didn't allow any the same courtesy. She again burrowed her face into his soft cloud. No fear!

Did he really just hit her? She mentally added "batshit insane" and "has a deathwish" right behind "nice a**." It's good to categorize things; keeps things nice and tidy. Her pink cloud was obsessed with a bearded snake.

To say she had noticed the other kimeti would have been an understatement. They were speaking loudly at the lip of the entrance and boy did it echo. She looked slyly at the glow and back at her flowery cloud whispering, "This Nettle.. does he like rare things?" She inched closer and hovered her head right at his neck.

Doom couldn't pull off harmless to save her life. She tried to flatten her features out in what she hoped was the paradigm of sweetness but her face hurt too much and it was dark. But she did feel the unease radiate from the stag. She wanted her warm poof back! Maybe Doom and Look-See could somehow help her "alleviate" this kimeti of all his extra fur that stood on end. It was sinfully soft. But the more he pulled away, the more determined she became to.. to what? Yes, he was soft, but it was a fleeting feeling. She could possibly try to lead him back but to what effect? He would just leave for his "Nettle." She wasn't even sure if Nettle existed. Legendaries tend to move in weird circles. But she had her eye on the prize, even if she was constantly straining her eyes to stare at his a** or fur. He was interesting. The glow in the corner moreso.

"The nickname's Bloom." she evaded easily enough. "What's your name? What are you doing here in this creepy cavern?" She had to act quickly before the others caught on.

"Uh. It's Peeper." Bloom was creepy. He'd remember that and pass it on to Nettle, maybe. If he could remember it. "I came -- I guess -- I was bored and I just -- there were a whole bunch of people going in so I --" was terribly uncomfortable. "--would you mind backing up?"

Havemercy smiled at the new doe. She seemed nice -- she liked her. "It's nice to meet you too, Wings Sleep, though I can't really see you. You can just call me Have." The red doe looked back toward where she could hear the buck speaking, and snorted in amusement. "Well, you're welcome to play with my mongeese...though Rook, my other one, seems to have made a run for it." She gestured toward the entrance of the cave with her head, realizing only after she did so that the others probably couldn't see the movement. Oh well. The cave that had seemed a bit creepy at first no longer really phased her. It was just dark, after all -- and she wasn't afraid of the dark. Or things she couldn't see, unless they --

bit! "Ouch!" Have jumped, surprised. "What was that? Did something just bite me?" She only had a moment to look around frantically, trying to see something in the glowing darkness before someone stumbled into her, knocking her off her feet. She let out a strangled sort of "Ack!" sound as she fell, her hooves unable to keep their purchase on the slimy floor of the cave. Pawn clung tightly to Have's head, her little mongoose claws digging into her master's skin and leaving little puncture marks.

Quicksand didn't consider herself to be much of the social sort. Most kimeti she met eventually remembered they'd left their den on fire when they realized that Sink was usually on the horns of a dilemma, mired up in indecision so deep it was hard for her to climb back out. It always left her feeling awful, but -- eventually she would move on, wondering whether or not it would be wise to try again, or whether if she'd tried option B instead of option A, would something have happened.

(It was not proper behavior for a daughter of a kimeti more or less known for his rash decisions and charismatic nature.)

Here, the only reason she'd managed to pick this cave is because someone in their haste had all but shoved her into it; she'd stumbled into the dark cave with a yelp, had immediately stepped in something gross, and now tried to shimmy over against a wall to get out of the gross stuff on the floor. There was a pile of glowing -- something -- there, and Sink tried to get towards that, just so she could see.

"Who put all this stuff in this-- OW!" Another yelp; someone had crept up behind her and nipped at her ankles. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, because her heavy fur prevented it -- but it was definitely hard enough to hurt. The question now was what to do about it.