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« Thread Started on Jun 13, 2012, 9:10pm » | |
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Health: 80% Alliance: His Own: Markings: None Mood : Thrilled
Gear Savannah. It was a place that he hadn't been to for such a long time and for good reason up until now. Back when he had been a lowly Gabumon struggling in this unforgiving world, much of his time had been spent within the harsh and unforgiving Savannah. Though it seemed like the perfect place to hide when at a lowly rookie stage, the place was far from any haven he had witnessed. There was always something on the move, looking for the flesh and data of a young digimon or two to ignorant to know when and where to hide. It had been a sad fate to witness, some of his own so called friends, he had befriended back then, to be devoured so easily by fate's cruel hand. At the time he had grieved for them but now he understood why they had been deleted so easily. The digital world for one wasn't a kind place and weakness was looked down harshly in this world. Often ending, with those too weak to defend themselves, staring their deaths in the face and cowering like the vermin that they were. WereGarumon had long since vanquished the sadness and anger from his so called heart after witnessing such weak and cowering souls. They had gotten what they deserved because in this time and place, weakness was not to be favored for anyone.
This was one of the many reasons why he ventured to the plains after so many years of staying away. He had evolved into a higher being than what he had been before. He was much more intelligent, stronger and much more cunning than the average scum you would find now a days roaming these wastelands. The second reason was that it would take the girl's so called partner and her pathetic little friend, a few hours or days at least, to venture to this area and by the time that bastard finally got here it would be too late. He would force the girl to take him as a partner and then and only then once he had gained what was rightfully his, he would destroy the Elecmon and continue on through this world as the girl's protector. He would be unbeatable and he wouldn't allow anyone to get in his way of his new dream!
A sick grin spread upon his lips at such a dreamy and wonderful thought, before he shifted his attention towards the girl a few feet away from him. He had been running for several hours on end, and had finally ventured into the area about twenty or so minutes before. In that short amount of time he had found a decent hiding place for the girl, and had gone out to find some type of nourishment for her when she finally awoke from her slumber. After a small search, even in this area, he had managed to find some sweet berries (that he had dimmed safe enough to eat after smelling them) and some cool water. Thankfully he had found a decent size leaf that could fit some water in it and had placed it directly beside the girl's head. With that he found himself seated within feet from the girl, awaiting for her to awaken.
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« Reply #1 on Jun 14, 2012, 3:35pm » | |
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Chelsea's eyes followed the shape of her partner, his striped blue and red fur contrasting sharply with the tropical foliage that hung around them. A chuckle came from Collin, a crooked grin to compliment his newly told jest as he shrugged off a comment from his partner. The Bakumon seemed nervous about something, but then again, he seemed uptight about a lot of things when she thought about it. A smoky tail followed behind the elephant shaped rookie, its wistful trail enough to make her lashes droop. Eyes peering forward she realized that she was growing steadily more tired as the seconds progressed. It had to have been the heat of the day, the humid atmosphere making her sweat more than usual. Still everything seemed quiet despite the worry of the Bakumon.
But when her head followed ahead to where the Elecmon had been waddling gaily before she found his spot to be vacant. It was then that she realized that something was terribly wrong. A stormy gale suddenly whipped her from behind, the clouds contricting in the sky as the hue soured and darkened from light blue to wrathful grey. She felt the cold sting of raindrops fall upon her face, blurring her vision as her mouth formed unspoken syllables that she couldn't utter as she tried to search desperately for her partner. Her legs finally moved forward, crashing through the underbrush until she stumbled into a clearing, catching herself only by a passing tree. Breathing heavily, she glanced up, the rain briefly faltering as she saw the frames of a monstrous image. Canine in shape, t towered over her, its electric blue fur matted and dirty while its eyes glittered like golden pits of flame. She barely recognized this as the WereGarurumon, however, as it was three times the size, muscled, snarling with eyes filled with murder. Swagger squirmed weakly inside of its large paws, claws digging into his small furred body as he cried weakly for her aid.
Grinning cruelly with a maw filled with razor sharp fangs, the monster lifted his fist with Swagger trapped inside and threw him onto the ground. The sickening crack was amplified tenfold as Swagger's back broke in two as he lay whimpering and obviously paralyzed. With a chuckle that filled the sky like a rumble of thunder, Chelsea watched as that same fist pummeled into Elecmon over and over again until her vision was filled with red, nostrils thick with the scent of blood and death, and hands shook with rage and helpless to help him.
Within the Savannah Chelsea gave a single twitch when suddenly a small sob left her lips. She was still asleep, but she was on the verge of waking. Shedding tears while she slept was a rare occurrence, but it happened frequently enough for the girl laying before the creature who had kidnapped her. She was awakened by the slick wet feeling traveling down her cheeks and her first response was to quickly shield her face within her sleeve before wiping off her tears. The sunlight was the second thing she realized - and that she wasn't alone. Her body stiffened, turning towards the reclining ultimate. Without making a noise, her eyes continued to sweep around her surroundings. She wasn't in the jungle anymore, but she wasn't sure exactly where she was. All she knew was that she was with WereGarurumon, and...there were berries and water next to her? Angling her gaze away from the large leaf that carried a good few shallows of water, she settled her gaze upon the ultimate.
She considered herself smarter than to try and make a run for it - he was much faster than her - and she couldn't dream of fighting for her freedom - she was weak compared to him and the only thing that she could defend herself with was left with Swagger. Swagger... Her eyes instantly hardened at the memory."You know, usually you have to prove yourself to earn a partner - and usually its done before you even meet them." She hissed, tone cold as she addressed the bipedal canine. Her face clouded in brief pain as she tried to move her back, leaning forward. Her stomach still hurt from the attack, even if it happened a while ago. Despite her tough exterior, she was shaking inside. This creature had attacked her partner, attacked her, and probably done worse things to others she wasn't fully aware of. She had reason to fear him, but all she could do was glare at the creature instead.
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« Reply #2 on Jun 14, 2012, 4:52pm » | |
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Health: 80% Alliance: His Own: Markings: None Mood : Slightly annoyed
He had been watching her for quite some time, and even upon smelling her tears and at noticing her awakening this small routine did not change, over the course of an hour. His ears perked casually upon hearing the girl's first words, when she did finally stir did the mere narrowing of his eyes give the only clear indication that he had even heard her. Those hardened orbs were merely glaring most intensely at the drying moisture against the girl's cheeks. He had heard her whimpering in her sleep and that alone was enough to confuse the wolf. What had made her shed such tears in her sleep? A nightmare maybe? Of what he wondered. He shook his head of such irritating questions before casting his attention back to the girl.
“ I don't plan to hurt you anymore that I've already have, of course.” A slick grin swept to his lips and he flicked his tongue lazily across his lips. He had taken notice of the pain that flicked across her face but made no move to notice or comment on it. The girl was human after all and after dealing with what she had endured it was only natural that she was feeling something after all this time. He continued on, " Because where would I be if I accidently killed you? Let's just say that my ticket to power wouldn't come as easily of course...."
He went silent after those words and merely gave a small yawn, that one move flashing the hint of his sharp canines, before reaching up to scratch absent mildly at his furry left cheek, " And as for getting to know you and prove myself to you as your new partner, I do believe you'll start warming up to me faster than you think. You will if you don't want to be eaten alive by a passing digimon that is."
Of course it was lie but he didn't need her knowing that. He was very serious about making this girl his tamer and had meant that he would keep her alive as long as possible. Having a random digimon killing her or someone rescuing her was out of the question, and would ruin his chances of becoming stronger. But as long as she stayed put and didn't test his patience he was more than willing to play "nice" for his new tamer. For now anyway.
With his same smirk lined against his lips he made a small hand gesture towards the small pile of berries and leaf bound water nearest to her. “Anyway, Chelsea, was it? I think that small journey took more out of you then it did me, so I suggest you eat something before you collapse on me again. "
With that he shifted himself so that his entire body so that it was facing her and crossed his arms over his chest and glared at her. It was for a few seconds before he shifted his attention to the surrounding areas, checking to make sure that no digimon was closing in on their hiding place. Though there were hundred of scents dancing around his senses, there didn't seem to be any amount of threats to be sensed. But when it came to the digital world, nothing was truly uncertain, which he had long since figured out years before.
As certain as he was at that moment, that nothing was going to jump out at of nowhere and attack them, would he finally let himself relax. Snorting softly he once again turned his attention towards the girl and found his eyes trailing over her quietly. From this close up he could easily pin point the exact reason of why any digimon would want her as a partner. She was truly a pretty little human and he seriously prided himself in nabbing someone like her as easily as he had. Well not as easily…
A shot of pain swept through him at that exact moment and he found himself tensing and releasing a small growl in response. He had almost forgotten the former battle with the girl’s so called “real partner’” as well as with her so called dumbass as a friend. They hadn’t crippled him but they had done enough damage for him to remember them by. Shit! If he saw them again (which he was sure he would) he was going to tear them to pieces. At that moment, however, he did his best to ignore the pain and turn his head away from the girl. Not that she gave a damn about his pain or anything g but there was no way in hell he was going to admit or show any type of weakness in front of this girl. There were no ifs, ands or buts about it. He was the one in charge and damn it, it was going to stay that way!
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« Reply #3 on Jun 14, 2012, 5:46pm » | |
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The odds of her escaping seemed getting slimmer and slimmer, chances a thousand to one. By herself she doubted she could do much of anything as much as she loathed to admit it. It seemed that the balance between digimon and human in the manner of physical power seemed overwhelming. As a female, she resented not being able to overpower her foes where running or fighting was concerned. A man, maybe, but a digimon? Impossible. She doubted she could even get passed an Elecmon without seriously hurting herself and making her feel like shit afterwards. An ultimate was far to great to overwhelm by fists, too swift to outrun with feet. So when physical escape seemed improbable to a large degree, she knew that she would have to utilize other ways to getting away from the ultimate to try and find Swagger and Collin if he was with him.
Swagger would not allow himself to falter in his search, nor would be attempt to reason with the monster who stole him from her. She had no doubt he was searching for her right now, trudging through bushes, nose to the ground. She hoped Collin and Bakumon were with him if not simply for the fact of extra protection. She hated to think he was seeking her out alone and friendless. She snorted audibly at his first words. Typical. For some reason it didn't surprise her that that was the first thing out of his maw, reassurance of her safety. It's best to keep hostages calm, right, or else someone could get hurt? "I can honestly say that this was the first time I was ever knocked unconscious. I didn't like it." It felt like someone was stealing your life force, wedging fingers over your eyes and pulling them down when a world of black spun carelessly over your head.
As far as the wolf's motives went, she had been pondering that for some time. It was only when he revealed his true intentions did her face flush. Cheeks coloring in a dark rosy hue, she straightened in her seat, ignoring the pain for a moment as she motioned towards him, a hand pointing accusingly."Wait, so you mean to tell me you did all of this to leech off my power?! What is your fucking problem? it seems like that's all you digimon ever want out of humans!" Shaking her head, she forced herself to take a steadying breath, casting the ultimate a harsh sidelong glance. However, the sky blue hue was far from wrathful, intending to clash with his inner demons rather than what she was facing now. She had a feel for auras, true motives, insightfulness...but with something so narrow minded fueling the actions of the wolf, she doubted she could appeal at all to his 'good' side. Power to them was more important than food or water, data more precious than sleep...
He yawned and the girl stiffened slightly, shoulders squaring defensively as she listened to his speech about 'letting a stray digimon eat her if she didn't behave'. Without warning, the girl threw up her hands, a chuckle tipping her face towards the sunny sky. Her voice rose and fell, laughing heartily at his words as if he has uttered a hilarious joke. Was he serious? Leaning back against the rock face, her fingers plucked a stray berry beside her, studying it absently as her eyes finally flickered towards the wolf, head shaking. "What a load of bullshit, man. If from what you've said is true, you can't afford to harm me, not when you need me healthy to unleash my full potential. That's why you're feeding and giving me water, right? So why go through all that effort only to ignore me if I should misbehave? After you even made the effort to stalk me, wound my partner, get injured yourself? No, you won't let anything harm me, WereGarurumon. I just wish your motives were more noble."
A heavy sigh left her lips when the final note left her. Slowly she clutched her legs, wrapping her arms around them as she pulled them in, resting the crook of her chin between her knees. Without looking at the creature, another murmur left her, this time soft...almost hesitant. "It sucks to get hurt, doesn't it? You digimon are just like them...just like everyone else. As much as you might resent it, you digimon are exactly like humans." Unfearing of the berry still poised between her fingers, she popped a singe one into her mouth, the flavor exploding between her teeth.
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« Reply #4 on Jul 5, 2012, 9:34pm » | |
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Health: 80% Alliance: His Own: Markings: None Mood : Slightly annoyed
He was truly beginning to question whether he had nabbed the right one to be his tamer. Not only was he still in pain from the earlier battle, but it wasn't helping that the girl truly wasn't relenting on the talking department. The moment she had awoken from her small slumber she began to run at the mouth and it was at that moment that he was beginning to curse his very good and sensitive hearing.
Sighing the wolf, closed his eyes, reached up and pinched the fur between his eyes with two sharp claws. He sat like that for several seconds before dropping his hand and leveling the girl off with an intense glare.
" Tch, you have a lot to learn about digimon in this world, girl,' He growled lowly before shifting out a small yawn, " A lot of the digimon in this world desire nothing but the power that digivolution offers to them." A grin swept to his lips at that, " You're ex-partner was no exception to that rule, in fact what makes you believe he wasn't using you as I plan to? I think you put your trust in the wrong one, at least I'll protect you, unlike that weakling."
He flew silent for a few minutes after speaking these words and it seemed for a second that the girl had followed suit. He gave another sigh as he prepared himself to relax a bit and to bask in the new silence that he know held dear to him. Unfortunately this wasn't meant to be. His ears perked up immediately upon hearing the girl's next words and he felt his eyes narrow spontaneously afterwards. It seemed the girl had a fucking annoying habit of running her mouth when it was convenient enough for her. The Ultimate didn't know whether he found this trait interesting or just plan annoying. He'd was going for annoying. Snarling quietly in his perked annoyance, he reached out absentmindedly and caught said the berry in his paw without so much of a thought before smashing it in the palm of his hand.
Growling lowly he stood slowly to his feet, despite his vary of injuries and walked the short distance to where his so called tamer was. When he was close enough, he dropped to his knees in front of the girl and leaned forward so that he would be the only thing in her line of vision. There was no way in hell he was going to admit that he truly needed her, and that she was right in everything that she had just mentioned. When you so called hostage ended up becoming the one who outsmarted you in a certain situation it was best to move on to step two. Threaten the hell out of them to make them shut the hell up!
" Listen to me girl..." The wolf growled lowly, his eyes intense and fangs bared, " You may think that you're that "important" to me but in reality you're not in fact..." He reached out with a quick flash of his paw and attempted to press his clawed fingers against the girl's throat, his claws pressing ever so slightly against the soft flesh of her neck, to prove his point. " I can kill you right now and just go out and find myself a stronger tamer, but it would be to much fucking trouble to do so...I am stuck with you, so I suggest if you don't want that little pretty neck and face of yours splattered with your own blood, I suggest you shut up and just eat what I've given you..."
With that said the wolf quickly moved away from the girl and back to where he had been seconds before and turned his attention elsewhere. He could only hope that she bought into what he had said. Snorting softly he returned his focus to the area around him, sniffing the area with mild irritation. It was going to be a long few days.
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« Reply #5 on Jul 6, 2012, 4:55pm » | |
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Just as she thought. Digimon were no better to the conformity of her own world. Nothing exceeded power, families disrupted and siblings killing each other for the promising glint of gold. It brought a sudden somberness to her actions, her blond hair falling into her face as she stiffened as if she had been struck with the notion that Swagger...was using her just as much as this creature was. Her lower lip slowly moved under the compression of her front teeth, trying not to appear fazed by this idea that now swam in her head. Elecmon wouldn't do that to her...he was her friend. Right? As much as she affirmed that her true partner was sincere in their friendship, the ultimate planted casual seeds of doubt, each one taking root in her mind as she urgently mulled over what would happen.
And yet she reliazed that there was some truth to what WereGarurumon was saying. Elecmon wasn't the strongest guy around. She'd seen him huff and puff to try and keep up with her, waddle with slightly unbalanced coordination in their travels, and seemed vertically challenged in an unbelievable degree. However, she knew that strength didn't come from one's physical power alone, there were other things that factored in. Elecmon was steadfast, caring, laughed at her jokes and expressed his eagerness to follow her. And yet...She cast a sideways glance towards the wolf as he started to boil with anger, unaware of his expression of brief fury as she continued to worry about her partner. Would he come to find her? She wasn't sure how far off he was or if he was even on the right track. And she knew she wouldn't last long without someone on her side.
What the fuck was she thinking? Her inner turmoil was suddenly put on pause, allowing her thoughts to rewind to the furry liar near her. Wide eyes blinking, she witnessed the ultimate suddenly spring at her, kneeling down to her level where she found herself leaning back against the rock face, trying to put a bit of distance between them. But it was no good, his large hand shot out, encompassing her thin neck easily between his claws. Immediately she was frantic, the thought of dying flashing before her and for a moment, considered unleashing a sob into the air, but bit it back. He would savor that too much. Breath caught in her throat as she listened idly to what he was saying, which seemed to have more weight now that she knew he was willing to end her life if it came to that.
When finally his weight left her she gasped, gulping huge amounts of air into her throat as she wildly turned to watch the wolf merely go back to where he had been perched before, completely lax, if not still a bit annoyed. Chelsea visibly flinched at his barking command and so she stared mutely at the berries placed beside her, a soft glare echoing her displeasure. What had he said again? She wordlessly mouthed some of the more unusual words; pretty face and neck, strong tamer...Wait - D-Did this thing have an attraction to her? Although she worked at a kennel and hoped to someday get close to wolves, this wasn't in the job description at all. Sure he was cute for a wolf, and had good taste (she had to admit) but her acute imagination suddenly flashed fleeting images of them together and the skin of her face began to heat up. The...fuck?
Her hands steadied themselves as she straightened, fishing a single berry from the pile. Boring holes into the fruits skin, her eyes continue to hold its inanimate stare, pondering ways in which to ditch his furry hide. But then it hit her, and her confidence in the situation strengthened. If he thought her a pretty thing to look at, why not try and be friendly to the point in which he could trust her enough to finally make a quick escape? God, now to put all those years at being the lead in her high school musicals to good use. Making a slow sweep towards the WereGarurumon, she cocked her head with a sigh, saying only simply. "I-I'm sorry. It's ungrateful of me not to eat what you got me." As if swallowing the poison of her capture and living with his decision for her, she reached down and picked up a few more berries finally realizing how hungry she actually was.
By a number of small handfuls she emptied the supply and tipped back the last drop of water into her mouth. To the last drop she licked her lips, pausing to shot the ultimate a steady, unwavering smile. Just for him. "Not bad. Thanks." With a huff she quietly cleared her throat, her blue eyes searching down his frame. He still seemed in pain, but not so much that it would restrict him from running after her if she bolted prematurely. She edged a fraction of an inch closer to him, speaking thoughtfully. "So in a way I would get power too, something my old partner couldn't give me...Did he hurt you badly? Let me look at it. I was a message therapist in my own world, um," She added quickly, abruptly aware that he probably never heard those words before. "I can help make it feel better quicker."
Instead of waiting for him to approach her again (she didn't much like that and prefered to be in control of their motions) she slowly rose, her gait lively despite the fractional pain in her stomach, knotting as she walked. She stood in front of the werewolf, blue eyes intensely imploring all her feminine charms to her expression. She only held out her hand. "And it's not 'girl'...My name's Chelsea, Chelsea Cromwell. Can I call my partner anything besides 'WereGarurumon'?" She added with a small wink.
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« Reply #6 on Jul 7, 2012, 8:32pm » | |
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Health: 80% Alliance: His Own: Markings: None Mood : Slightly annoyed
It seemed that he had managed to prove his point to the girl, this was especially evident in her response to him after he physically threatened her life. This, however should have left him feeling confident and very much keen to the idea that he had finally gotten the girl to shut the fuck up, but what he was feeling in the pit of his stomach after settling down was far from what he had wanted to feel afterwards. Guilt. That poor excuse for a fucking emotion, was rearing its ugly head, and sweeping through the Ultimate's body like an untreated virus. It tightened his body and narrowed his eyes and he found himself utterly disgusted with the way he had treated her. Seriously, what in the fuck was wrong with him?
Shaking his head of such a mindless question, he found himself eying the girl with curiously when he realized that she had done exactly what he had told her to do. In fact, her entire personality seemed to change at that exact second. Like the entire threatening thing had never happened or hadn't fazed her one bit. He frowned not liking this sudden change in her and this only increased his suspicion with her next words. His ears twitched slightly at the sound of her voice and even more he found his eyes widening just a bit in shock. Did this girl, who had just fussed at him and had literally belittled him seconds before, thanking him and apologizing to him all in one split second. Seriously, he if hadn't just heard it he would have assumed it was a fucking jerk. He had had a permanently glimpse into the girl's true attitude seconds before with the way she had reacted to his words from before and now...well this was to much of a fucking drastic change to him. Was the girl bipolar or something?
He blinked once, once again shaking these mindless questions and merely regarded the girl with a look of complete confusion. He said nothing however to her words and only found his eyes narrowing just a bit when she chose to approach him. He bit back a low growl that threatened to fall from his closed maw and merely snorted before finally responding. He looked up warily at the girl hovering above hi |
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