The monster's ears twitched with concern. It gazed down at the flowers with longing. Biqfiy never wore flowers, even when the other fawns would give it beautiful crowns of purple and red blossoms, it usually shook them off and continued to play. But it was not a hostile creature, so, with hesitation, it craned it's bulky neck, wedged it's snout under the floral ring, and hoisted it onto the beast's head.

Biqfiy still didn't come out of the shadows, waiting for the fawn's reaction. It couldn't help but feel a lurch in it's stomach when the fawn had said 'pretty deer person'; 'pretty deer'! It suppressed a shiver, but still didn't budge from where it stood, 'No, I have to hear her reaction, just in case.'

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Curiosity grappled and tugged at Biqfiy's fangs. The monster was indeed new to the forest; new and young. The life that Biqfiy had possibly led before entering ABIOGENESIS' world was long forgotten, as if the creature was old and brittle and had spent a lifetime among these topless evergreens.

It was funny to Biqfiy, the way the little fawn called the beast 'he, him, Mistah!' For though Biqfiy was genderless, it was quite amusing to hear a title...It made a monster feel more present, more of a real character, accepted by the community as male. Perhaps it would take the title on? Or perhaps not, it was undecided for the time being. Either way, Biqfiy still had yet to develop hormones of either sex, and without hormones or physical traits related to gender, it was pointless to be considered male or female. But time would help it all play out; nicely, it hoped.

The giant hesitated, fearful for a heartbeat, then summoned it's calm and stepped into the light. It gave the little doe a brief sniff between the ears, nosing the soft, golden baby fuzz that stuck up between the flowers. Biqfiy turned it's head to see Ozzie, the striped buck who spoke so politely. He didn't seem afraid, or even much surprised, which inspired the beast to further walk into the sun, revealing the leathery hide across it's back. It wasn't just skin; it had hair much like whale fur, stiff, wiry, and miniscule, but it provided a thin blanket under water and in sunlight.

The muscle, below the webs that protruded from Biqfiy's head, flexed to fully stretch out the sails to absorb heat and light. It's marble-like eyes changed from deep forest-green to a lovely yellow-green-blue, reflecting the water and brilliant grasses.

Biqfiy's heart pounded in it's chest, nervous in the exposure, but excited to finally have the courage to reveal itself. The creature waited for one of the others to speak, or just react...or not.

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