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There must have been a breakdown in communication somewhere for the near blind doe found herself in the field with other kin who were decidedly not there for a festival to celebrate trickery and painful death by deceit. First thing that clued her in to the huge mistake was the fact that her participation was thanked for beforehand.Ritual sacrifice was pretty much unheard of. And then the spry river-rock colored one went on about actors and masks. Pulling an old identity over herself as to not amass suspicion, Look-See played the dutiful, game-giddy doe. For all the company she kept, she was not keen on cursing or wallowing in her misfortune. She could not kill here. But maybe she would be fed and perhaps the game would garner the attention of Gloom. Doom would not show up. No one had seen that Mare since her ascension and even then, sightings were rare. When the acha finished its folly promise of safety, Look-See alighted from where she was hidden by the shadows and walked into the clearing to get a better sniff at the other players.

Look-See paused mid-gait and swung her head to the side. My, nature compensated Look-See too greatly for her lack of sight for there were more than one kin who smelled too ripe amid the heavy air. Scent markers would hopeful be of use in this game. She saw the kin as general blob of colors. There was a white buck who had half a tree on him, some brown tree kimeti doe while the one who called herself Bare Trees was colored as her namesake, the smattering of green on her flank. She knew no one here. Sighing quietly, she lowered her head and flicked her flowered crown discreetly so that she would be enveloped in her personal floral perfume cloud to ward off the other scents. Like others, she waited.

Introduction made, Giveforward moved back and found herself bumping into a white doe. Rounding to apologize, she stopped to stare at the lovely flowers placed into her hot pink hair -- oh, there's even one in her tail! -- before remembering to apologize. The doe was just too pretty.

"Sorry," pause, "I'm Giveforward but you can call me Lamb. What's your name?"

The invasion of personal space did little to bother her. If anything the increased scent of the flowers made her feel a bit heady. It was actually pleasant.

"Oh no," she shook her head. "I haven't played this game before. I accepted the invitation in someone else's place. She had other things to do," she explained.

Blooming Sunrise was not really used to games... or other Kin now that she thought on it. But this didn't really change what her motive was. She had not participated in the previous game, but she was VERY determined to win this one... Whatever it was going to be! After all... She was a merging of two great lines. She had to be destined for great things on her own after all!

Blooming Sunrise stayed a bit on the outskirts of everything happening. She wanted to be involved, but not too involved. She certainly thought that everyone was getting a bit too... close?

She remained leaned against the treetrunk and didn't move. How will it end this time? The doe simply joined out of boredom. It felt nice to be able to try and socialize with other kin once in a while.

Kiss of Death clicked her tongue and counted the number of participants before the game had officially been started by the acha buck.

As chatter amid the group grew bright amber eyes poured over the gathering. He creaked as he made his way out of the more densely standing trees. It was a blessing, as far as Story felt, that he should be there on time; however, it appeared that he had actually managed to be there a tad early.
"How serendipitous," he said to himself. His voice creaked like old wood, sighed like the wind, and just those two words took as long to get out as one hundred words from someone else.

This wasn't his normal sort of ... Well, anything. It did present itself as a possible way for him to find his missing Secret or possibly make a new friend or two. He reminded himself mentally that it was good to stretch ones personal boundaries.

One tree detached itself from the others, and Sleepless' eyes grew wide.

"Oh my goodness," she muttered, staring at the fantastical specimen. Then it talked. He talked, to be precise. A Kin. He was a Kin.

"He's a walking tree," she muttered, then she fairly hissed at Bitter End, momentarily forgetting that this entire journey was grueling torture at the hooves of her oblivious but ridiculously adept captor and she was not by any means 'a friend' she should be blabbing excited scientific ruminations at, "look at that incredible Kimeti. Just look. He's a walking tree. Every inch of him looks perfectly imitative of our familiar flora. Is it some remarkable camouflaging mechanism? Is all of that bark and green actually carefully mimicked hide and scale? Or is it an external system, a symbiotic cover that breathes as he breathes, a unique evolutionary function of some astonishing circumstance? Or is he literally made of wood? Or maybe he's Swamp-touched. I have to find out."

Again, forgetting that she should be plotting to run away from Bitter End forever, instead of just running away from Bitter End to investigate a medical curiousity for a little bit during a game that would certainly keep them together for much too long without any means of possible escape, she scarpered over to the fascinating Kin – and stopped just shy of his immediate presence, suddenly timid.

He was just so...majestic.