Why, wherever he walked, did creatures insist on disturbing his peace, his solace? The cursed beast walked with a huff, unused to, and annoyed with, the hustle and bustle that had been created by these intruders. He had been unable to find a cave since his rendezvous with Lena in the Meadow, at least, not one nearby. So he had ventured to the Forest, the tall trees blotted out the view of the Moon in the sky above, and lulled him into a sense of security. If he could not see the Moon, then maybe he would be able to avoid the Sun as well, and the pain and suffering their presences brought.

He longed to be alone, to sulk and hide in his solitude, to admire his reflection in the strange lake at the heart of the Forest, to enjoy his peace without the judging eyes of others peering at him. And yet, there was a strange, irritating sense of loneliness that niggled at him, causing him to seek out those who were creating a fuss nearby rather than run further from them. When he came upon the scene, he looked with indifferent violet eyes, silently assessing each being who had appeared to this distressed doe. The creature was a strange one, and she held within the curve of her nape a strange orb - and that was something Kiro had seen before.

He wasn't very interested in it, nor in the entire debacle of the mother dying. The last time he had seen one, he had offered the whole of Helovia to a monster, and had his first encounter with the Time God of this place. Would that the God had alleviated his curse, he might have cared more for him, and the orb that was whisked away by the sneaky illusionist. So, as he stared from some distance at the orb nestled by the doe's breast, he wondered what made them so valuable. He had ascertained that they held within them those strange, miniature companions he had seen attached to others - Lena included - but truly, why would, or should, that ever interest him?

The others all offered to help, all asked the suffering doe to waste her final breaths on ways in which they could extend her life. "She is lost already." He grunted, his deep vocals murmuring from the outside of the gathering, as he swished a tail, and simply resigned to moodily observe what unfolded.

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