Every place at once, he wanted to be in on all the sticky fun. A floating cloud, he hung around for only the barest minimum, absorbing sound, stories, smells and glimpses into other kin's lives before fluttering on. A little bit here, a little bit there, all of him to the swamp. He gave it his all and lived his life a quarter of the swamp at a time. See how the ants forage away for winter? He lived on luck and the kindness of others. An affable buck, it helped his horns were nice and rugged, just like his mug. He was the type of buck that everyone talked to when he joined in but when pressed later, no one knew anything about him or his personality. He was engaging as impermanent. Not memorable enough. But onto the new big thing! Rutting and giving a piece of him back to the swamp. In the form of sacs. Yes, he was ready. High ball of energy, his transparent desires took him in search of a legendary. He wanted the most bang out of his reproduction. The most sacs out of any. He wanted to be stellar in that circumstance. Not that he planned on sticking around for the rearing. Kimeti were hardy and strong.
