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 Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 3:33 pm
Samuel had defiantly held his ground when the Deva first appeared. Though he was in total shock at what had just happened. The clear sky had clouded in mear seconds. Lightning had stuck everywhere and finally, a Digimon had turned up! And not just any Digimon but the very Guardian of his village!
"I-it is truly an honor to meet you, Master Gaurdian."
Samuel bowed as the Deva, now much smaller, scuttled onto his shoulder.
"Woah! Hey!"
He jumped a little as the dragon ordered him to the Elder.
"Really? Coz y'know, I don't think he's the biggest fan of Digimon."
He scratched his head and remembered all of the Village-wide speeches he had given about the dangers of the outside world, and how all Digimon, however just they appear to be, all hide malevolent intentions. Samuel shrugged. Wasn't his problem what the Old Coot disliked, Santiago would make a much finer Elder anyway in his opinion.
Samuel skulked through the village, carefull not to make any noise or disturb anyone. Various inhabitants were begining to pick themselves up after the party the previous night. He knew most of them thought the whole Prophecy was a load of B.S and were only in it for the free drink, It didn't bother him too much, to be fair he himself had begun to doubt the whole thing. As he pondered these thoughts a voice piereced the cold night air, it called out to him.
"Hey Samuel!"
"Sh*t! It's James! You gotta hide!"
Grabbing the small Deva he shoved it down his shirt, hiding him from sight. James stumbled over to him, he was obviously still feeling the drink.
"H-heres the Birthday boy!" He half sang, half hiccuped.
"Where're you goin' this late? Huh?"
"James it's just past 7 in the morning... You should lie down."
The green dragon Digimon began to wriggle about under Samuel's shirt, tickling him. Luckily James' eyes seemed to glaze over,
"Y-y-y-our...Riiiiiii" He collapsed. Samuel shook his head.
"Try not to drink so much next time. Eh James?"
He opened his shirt and allowed the Deva out again.
"Sorry... It's just I gotta keep you a secret until the Elder decides what's best ok?"
With that Samuel headed to the Elder's hut...
He knocked on the door and raised an eyebrow to find it unlocked, his knock caused it to swing open, unusual for the Elder, who was so paranoid about safety from attack. As Samuel entered he noticed the hut's fire (The same one he had sat at the previous night hearing his story) was alight and sitting in his Elder Chair, wearing the traditional garbs of the village; was the Village Elder.
"Come on in you two... I've been expecting you."
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 5:00 pm
 ____Mihiramon TheCat____
"Once a fierce warrior, now a sly cat."
The cat's eyes glowed in the all consuming darkness. Through yellow slitted eyes, he viewed the town that he had created, protected and departed from those many years ago. Yes, it had been a long time. Memories buzzed at the back of Mihira's mind, they were faint but strong. Some happy, most sad, all struggles both the humans and Devas faced together. The cat would keep his word, even if awakening this human was going to be a pain. Walking through the forest, the cat stopped reminiscing to focus himself on the goal. The plan had to be executed if the humans were to ever be truly free. After all, the hidden village's they resided in now was only meant to be a temporary plan. An eighteen year setback, and the devas were finally returning. Mihiramon did not feel as hopeful as he should. Relying on a group of twelve humans to take down the digital empire, when an entire army with the support of the devas was slaughtered. That's right, they were all killed before his eyes. How idiotic. The cat scoffed as he stepped on a branch, sending several insects running in the opposite direction. He was not in the mood to be dealing with children, if the chosen he encountered was a child, he would regret it.
Mihiramon stepped on another branch, wincing as he withdrew a foot. He disliked traveling through the forest. There were too many trees, it made flying nearly impossible. Even if he could fly, it would only draw attention to himself. Knocking down trees was apparently a bad thing. When digimon first arrived in this world, it was almost completely covered in steel. Now nature had reclaimed the world that was once ruled by humans. Of course it would, Digimon were beasts at heart and beasts were wise enough not to mess with nature. Humans and digimon, they were both beasts. That's why, they should have been able to get along. No matter what he thought of, Mihiramon was reminded of the conflict. It was one of those days. Still, he had a task to do, and he would complete it. Even if it meant walking through a dark forest in the middle of the night and constantly stepping on twigs.
The cat took the first cautious steps into the village that bore his name. By this point it was early in the morning. Too early for the villagers to be up, Mihiramon believed it was safe to walk forward without hiding his presence. The village was, the same. Human progress had slown to a crawl in the face of near extinction. Mihiramon remembered still the fantastical technologies he encountered during the event. Now it seemed like the world he once knew was a far off dream. Still the Devas were willing to go to such great lengths to reach a dream. Mihira was loyal to the devas, undoubtebly so. He still questioned the purpose of these stones. However, his lord was reluctant to provide an answer. Something that irked Mihira to no end. He was not going to let the kid have it easy either, this ambiguity would be spread around. After all, what was life without a little mystery?
Memories of the lost world seemed to always sit on the back of the cat's conscience. He was fearful of becoming a reminiscent old man. It was during that period of recollection that the cat was almost spotted by a villager. Quickly he slipped into the shadows. If worse came to worse he could always fly his way out of the village, the villagers had no way of pursuing him. It would take longer than eighteen years to rediscover the concept of flight. The forest village did not seem so primitive though. Of course there were no books which carried his legend, the only one who knew the truth was the geezer. Children had a bad habit of forgetting legends once they grew up. So a giant flying cat descending upon a villager, delivering prophecies of the chosen one so early in the morning would be. . . awkward to say the least.
The cat carved an M in the dirt, reluctant to visit the boy just yet. He was still hiding in the shadows behind the Elder's hut, unwilling to go searching for the boy. It was not really that he disliked the boy, he had not seen him since he was a child. A lucky child at that, growing up sheltered from the hell that surrounded him. As Mihira finished his M, a bug emerged from the forest surrounding the town. Interested, Mihira stood up, spread his wings and began to ran. With his speed he was under the bug's nose in an instant. It took another second to bring his heavy claws down on the invertabrae, and squeeze answers out of the Kuwagamon. "Tell me, how did you find this village," the cat hissed, upset he was forced into the jungle once more. The Kuwagamon would not reply until Cat lifted his paw, and ceased crushing him to death.
"H-humans lead hunting parties, and mistakenly attack me while I search for berries," The bug sputtered, barely able to speak a sentence correctly. Mihira continued to apply pressure to the digimon's jaw, expecting a better answer than what he had heard. After a minute the digimon stopped squirming, and seemingly accepted his fate. By that point Mihira had grown tired, and lifted his paw allowing the Kuwagamon to retreat. This was troubling news, that after all the efforts the Devas went to hide them, the villages could be penetrated so easily. In the past, it took a brigade of humans to take on a champion digimon. This village lacked the equipment to service a single soldier. Mihira was still protective of it's people, no matter how much distaste he had for the world surrounding them.
He decided then, that he would find the boy. By that point it was already late in the morning. Mihiramon's run through the city was met with cries of astonishment and terror, he dodged whatever human dared cross his path. The digimon had no time to waste if he were to deliver the message by noon. Mihiramon leaped into the skies, and sperad his wings to catch the air. He hovered for a moment before crashing down in front of D as he made his way towards the elders house. "Hello Child, I am Mihiramon Guardian of this village. Happy birthday, enjoy it now. It will be the last you ever celebrate within this world," The cat spoke, unable to detect the ominous-vibe his words generated. He meant well, he just lacked the people skills to decipher a good first impression.
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Posted: Sun Jan 09, 2011 5:51 pm
D had heard that there was an alert later on in the morning, most probably for the Kuwagamon which had returned, as D was preparing to go out on the field for the first time with Mihira Village's squads as he was finally 18, the age that his Village would allowed him to help to officially hunt in squads and to protect the Village, while yesterday was simply a way that he managed to exit by his own. As D exited his home, located on the right hand side of the Mihira Village Elder's home, he saw a familiar statue, one of the two Digimon that had aided his parents to protect the Village, and the fierce and mighty Mihiramon in between them, gloriously standing with immense power that no Villager would even think upon vandalizing. Although most of D's fellow Villagers do despise his parents for aiding Digimon, they all did respect Mihiramon regardless that it was a Digimon. The one thing in particular that was different, however, was that the other two Digimon had appeared to aid the Village of Mihira after Mihiramon had vanished from contact with the Village sometime after.
Without a second to spare, D took in his surroundings, familiar as they were, not ideal to him, but home nonetheless. He wore completely black clothing and had a small backpack of sorts hidden within his traditional specially crafted Mihira Village armour, inspired by Mihiramon. The bag that was under, so thin and small that not too many would even notice it from up close, contained several necessities that were needed for humans and Digimon alike. As for his armour, it was not fully donned, as he only wore a chest plate which was the same as Mihiramon's own pattern. As D was about to make his way to the gates of the Village, the alert was changed to the rejoiced depart of Kuwagamon followed by the arrival of Mihiramon midway, as he quickly returned back to his home, knowing full well not to wear armour when in front of Digimon, but only as a defense only when needed, while the squads were expected to since they had no true connection with Digimon as D had. D had packed the armour within the bag, not truly making too much of a difference to the bag's composition, still remaining quite light for him overall. D wore a black shirt and pants on top of his black battle clothing, melding well into a casual look.
With D's bag underneath his civilian clothes, he began to meditate once again outside of his home, until Mihiramon had finally arrived. From outside, he heard children commenting on the kitty, but he knew for a fact that Mihiramon was no common or simply tame Digimon, but rather one of the most powerful representatives of the Digital World, the root of where all Digimon were believed to have originated from, which was at one point able to be entered by man-made creations. D was about to walk up to the Mihira Village's Elder home as Mihiramon had arrived up to D as he was just about to enter to await for Mihiramon along with the Elder.
D watched the Holy Beast Digimon land in front of him, hovering elegantly in the air, similar to D's own motions. Seemingly, there was an odd predicament at hand, since although D knew how to get along well with people, he had not used his people skills, due to usually isolating himself, while understanding from Mihiramon's standpoint upon the greeting that D had received. "Thank you, Mihiramon," D replied to the Ultimate level Digimon, bowing a little towards the great Digimon. As D analyzed Mihiramon's greeting to him he pondered upon it. Was that to mean that he will never return to the World he had grown in, unable to help the villagers of Mihira, and those that are still standing after these years? It would have brought somewhat of a disappointed to his mind, yet he was intrigued upon the World that Mihiramon had not spoken of, but only alluded to. Would that mean that he would be able to enter the Digital World, and perhaps have something to do to correct the order of the Human and Digital World?
His mind kept on brainstorming, ever since he was a child upon the possibility of the Digital World existing, with the actual occupants being in his own, D knew that if they could have entered, that would have also meant that there should have been some possibility of humans to enter, but was the answer he was searching upon standing in front of him that very moment? Was the Holy Beast Mihiramon planning on bringing D to the Digital World? Whatever it would be, he knew that he could trust Mihiramon, oddly, as he innately felt a connection to the Digimon, more so than other Digimon that he had rarely seen throughout his life. "I would be honoured to be of service to you, Mihiramon," D said, accepting his soon to be revealed fate, not being the first time that he had trusted a Digimon, but the first time that he had come face to face and entrusted himself to aid a Digimon in the plans that were in store. D was not sure however, if Mihiramon did mean for the World that it mentioned to be the Village that he was protected in, or if he was actually ever going to see the Digital World. Either way, however, he truly did want to help humans and Digimon. As D admired the amazing Digimon, one who had fought for peace and protection, something D hoped to do, the Mihira Village Elder came out from his home, and stood between D and Mihiramon, forming a triangle between them. It seemed as if the Elder was about to present something to D, but what the objects were was information that were hidden unknown, as the masses of the Mihira Village surrounded Mihriamon, the Mihira Village Elder and D.
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Posted: Mon Jan 10, 2011 9:50 pm
____Sinduramon The Rooster____
"We'll see who the real chicken is when trouble comes our way" A dark figure sat nestled on the cold hard rock face looking down over the tiny village of Sindura. He could hear the commotion down below as the villagers began a party to honor the "chosen one's" birthday. A cold breeze was blowing through the canyon from the south carrying the sounds of the celebration going on down below. The figure gave off come low clicking noises before whispering to himself, "Hum all this for one young human, I wonder if their attitudes would be the same if they knew what his fate will be. I guess I better go find him," The figure took a step out of the cold darkness and into the luminescent glow of the moon. At first glance he resembled a giant rooster, but there was something different about him. It might have been the way that his eyes glowed red like the blood of a wounded soldier or it could have been the giant claws he carried around on his back, but those were just minor details. The main thing that made this "rooster" stand out was the was his blue body looked like a pair of overalls, a look that was very much completed by the red bandanna sitting loosely around his neck. There would be no hiding it from the humans, he was a Digimon and suspected that they would treat him as such. It would be best not to draw a lot of attention toward himself until he revealed who he truly was. Once the humans, who had probably forgotten about him by now, become aware that he is their village's mighty savior, Sinduramon one of the twelve great Devas, they would welcome him in with open arms. The best thing to do now is try to find the old man and see if he would lead him to the boy.
The great bird spread his wings in preparation to descend into the village. After checking the winds he took a running start at the ledge and soared off the edge. Normal Roosters are not known for any spectacular flying ability but in this case it was different, he was no ordinary rooster, he was after all Sinduramon, a Digimon and being such had abilities that far out matched any animal native to the human world. He circled the small village with amazing speed using the darkness to cloak his presence. Luckily the sides of the canyon this far down blocked out any light from the moon this early in the night, so it was completely dark except for the fires of the villagers below. After doing a few fly-bys near some of the more indulgent partiers Sinduramon landed near the shore just outside th village, "Now to go find the boy," it had been years since he had seen this boy, but he remembered him being quite small for his age. Back then SInduramon hadn't seen that as much of a problem but if the boy hadn't grown out of that state since then he may be in trouble during later endeavors. He began by searching from the shadows, still not wanting to stir up and suspicion although most of the older villagers might have partied to hard to remember anything they may have seen. After not seeing anything from his original vantage point he decided he would have to go deeper into the village. He figured the elder would be somewhere near his home located in the center of the village. The bird spread his wings again as he took off back into the darkness, still staying hidden as best as possible while heading toward the Elder's house. He landed softly on the roof and entered through a door the Elder had installed for him back when they had founded the village. It was just like he remembered it although he could tell no one had been through that door in quite a while, there were spiderwebs around the entrance and the hinges creaked a little as the door swung open.
The old man, who would usually be out in this celebration was sitting in his chair by the fire as if he knew this is where the Deva would come first. "Ah Sinduramon, my old friend, how have you been... it's been quite a while you know," The Deva nodded and bowed his head out of respect for the man, " Yes it has, forgive me for my long absence but it was the only way to keep the village safe,...I assume you know why I came here, it is after all time to fulfill the prophecy," The Elder stood up from his chair and approached the Great Digimon, the pair were about the same size last time they were together but it seemed that the man had shrunk since then since the Digimon was now a few inches taller than he, "Yes I knew you were coming and I informed the boy yesterday that he should be ready, I haven't seen him in a few hours but I bet I know where he is, come with me and I'll show you." The man walked back up to the top of the roof and jumped on the big roosters back, "Alright you see that shape sitting on the stairs near the entrance to the village?... well that would be the boy you're looking for," The Deva looked toward where the man had pointed and saw a dark shape sitting all alone. " So that's him then, he's not enjoying his own party? That reminds me did you bring the item?" The Elder patted his pocket and nodded, "Don't worry about that, it hasn't left my sight for years, now let's go" With that the pair flew off the roof toward where the boy was sitting.
Sinduramon landed quietly a few yards back from the boy and set the Elder down, "Stay here for a sec I wanna give our boy here a little shock," Sinduramon slow snuck up on the boy who had not seemed to notice his presence yet. 3...2...1..."HEY SHORTY YOU SHOULDN'T SIT OUT HERE ALL ALONE, someone might try to hurt you..." The last part was said in a menacing almost threat like way, Sinduramon just wanted to shake the kid up a bit and see how "chicken" he was.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 7:35 am
- - - - - - - - - T o r u K y o k o k u
Some could say its magic  Toru was sitting looking at all of the party-goers bellow. He despised how they all were enjoying this party, but they didnt even notice he was gone. He rested his head on his glider that was in staff form at the moment. He let his face lean against the cool wood. All the lights were flickering below everyone was having a good time, but him. He stared down at his toes that were hanging off the edge and let them sway back and forth. Hoping that this day would end soon. "How boring...." He mumbled to himself. Then he sneezed. Bringing his finger up to his nose to rub. He raised his head to look around the area. "Some one must be talking about me....." All he could produce was more mumbling as that was all he could do sitting at this spot. What actually happened was that because of his deep depression of being alone he missed the giant rooster flying down from above to greet the Elder. Also he missed the rooster flying up towards him because of the sneeze. Completely all together he was oblivious to what was going on around him. Normally this would happen because he would be lost in thought in this area. He didnt know what it was but it was the feel of the clay produced from the Canyon as he sat on it or maybe the cool breeze that passes from time to time. But this was his spot. He loved to think alone and be by himself when no one was around. It was his only release from the village. Everyone seemed to expect so much for him he didnt know what to do. He could maybe......Toru looked down over the ledge and saw more people coming from their homes. He made a face as it made him sick to see that so many people were enjoying themselves when the person who should be celebrating isnt having fun at all. He shrugged at the thought and continued to stare out at the clear night sky. Then it struck him. He got the chill and the shudder of someone staring at him from behind. Slowly gripping his staff, he turned and looked. What was in front of him, was a large rooster. The rooster was large since it was the size of an average person, so some one could say it was large compared to Toru. It was wearing a scarf and a ridiculous looking overalls. It was actually a funny sight to see. Then he heard it. The words flew from the mouth. The words he hated the most that evil itself. "Shorty......" The word rang in his head as if it were a broken record. It was such a strong word that he forgot that someone just crept up behind him. Then the rage began to build. It built to the brim where he jump up and landed on his feet facing the rooster and began to scream. Creating an angry face he brought a fist in front of his face and screamed at the top of his lungs. "WHO ARE YOU CALLING SHORTY!" Because he gets so worked up because people call him short he throws tantrums like this. He also gets so worked up he throws out things that werent said in the first place. "HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A PINT SIZED MIDGET THAT IS NEEDED TO BE SEEN UNDER A MICROSCOPE! I AM A LOT LARGER THAT YOU THINK BUT YOUR SO SMALL MINDED YOU COULDNT TELL THE DIFFERENCE!!!" During his tantrum, he was stamping his foot and pointing at the rooster in front of him. He still had his hands clenched though. "YOU..." Then Toru snapped out of his anger as he finally remembered that someone was standing in front of him. This was normal as well, he would always begin yelling and then forget who was standing in front of him. A clueless look came on his face as he registered who was in front of him. He slowly spat out the first words that came to his head. "....chicken?" He leaned forward and squinted his eyes to make sure he wasnt mistaking what he was seeing. But it was true there was a chicken right in front of him. He stood back up and scratched his head. "Chicken.....why is there a chicken here......" He found himself stuck in this thought.
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Posted: Tue Jan 11, 2011 10:44 pm
 Waking up from his short name, Marcus noticed that the rain had stopped due to the sound of children laughing as they were splashing in the mud puddles. He sat up and stretched, feeling rather refreshed from his unintended sleeping. Marcus then arose from his bed and walked over toward the exit. As he stepped outside, he winced at the sight of sunlight and then stretched once more. One of the children that was playing saw him and rushed over towards him, large boots making even more splashing sounds as she rushed him. "Marqy, Marqy, wakey wakey?!" The little girl had spots of mud on her face and clothing. She was one of many young children of the Indra Nomads. One could say that she was Marcus's adopted sister since she clung to him from day one and always went the extra mile to check on him even thought she was probably no older than six or seven. "Yes, lexy, I'm done with sleeping. You go back to playing. I'm going to talk with the elders."They young girl nodded and ran back to play with the other children. Marcus shook his head as he wondered what all their parents would say once they all returned to their tents. Marcus made his way over to a rather large tent that was located in the center of their temporary village. It had a circus tent kind of feel to it and the entrance was guarded by two larger males that carried weapons forged from the materials that they had found on their many journeys as the elders' bodyguards. "State your business, the Elders are currently in session.""The elders wanted to see me." Marcus knew who the guards were on a personal level, knowing that even though they were well built and slightly taller, they were no older than he was. "So if you don't mind, I'll just be stepping in now." His irritated face started to turn into a cocky smirk once the attitudes of the two guards changed once they knew he was probably right. Walking past the guards and into the tent, Marcus gazed at a small fire that was housed in the center of the tent, surrounded by a group of much older adults. They each stopped talking and looked over at Marcus as he stepped in. "Come in young child," one of the older members, a lady, said as she pointed a wrinkled finger and gestured for him to come closer. "There is much that we have to share with you."
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-InsertEgoHere- Liger Crew
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Posted: Wed Jan 12, 2011 9:08 pm
 "Tristan Sails" Pale flakes drifted slowly dowward toward a permantly artic tundra. Each flake different like the creatures that lived in the frozen enviorment. Life sources were seemingly scarce in the frozen wasteland around pajira. The town of pajira itself was a small cluster of people in its own society. Life in Pajira was almost tribalistic in a sense. Food was scarce in teh lands, the two choices for food were either fish from under the ice water, or a wandering stag; both of those methods held dangers. Ice fishing although seemingly care free and easy could come at a danger, ice cracks every so often and people collapse into the frozen artic, not only that, but their are other predators lurking in the waters and around it. The tundra is viewed as the most dangerous place, only the hunters of the small society go out there and even they fear what may happen to them while hunting for one or two elks.
In the town of Pajira there was one boy known around the village to be a hard worker, and seemingly was not scared of the danger; for he would go hunting alone everyday, and had done such ever since there was a loss in his family. Roger Sails was a well respected hunter and figure in the community. He was no cheif, but people would look to him for guidance anyway; he would always lend a hand to those in need. Roger bore a son, many years before his death. Roger was cared for by all villagers and was seen as one of the happiest kids in the family. HIs family didn't have much, but Tristan, Roger's son made the most of everything. Tristan was always smiling, and that smile seemed to leave from person to person in the small town almost as if an infectious disease. Tristan brought joy to the mediocre village, but when his father died something seemed to be missing from his smile, almost like his heart was no longer behind it. Tristan kept a smile on regardless, no matter how much shine was taken off of it. HIs mother had been ill for as long as he could remember and maybe thats why he still smiled, to keep his mother happy.
On this day Tristan was on the tundra, he had been tracking a decently sized stag crossing the tundra and into a small wooded area. Tristan was wearing the usual all white cloak to mask his presence in the pale surrounding. Tristan layed falt on his stomach as he came up to a small snow covered brush fifteen feet from grazing animal. The stag was rooting some small plantation that was now only slightly covered in pale flakes. Tristan lay his pale face to the floor and relaxed his breathing, watching the rise and fall of the animal's chest. Tristan matched his breathing pattern. Tristan drew back his right arm slowly and took in a dose of chilling air; holding into his lungs before quickly exhaling with his arched throw. Tristan watched as his hunting spear soared through the air and slid through the neck joint of the animal.
"Gotcha!" Tristan said as he excitedly jumped up throwing his hands up in victory with a smile as his face became flushed with the moment. Tristan could feel the warmth on his cheek, but it didn't really phase him, he was use to being in the cold, and it actually had been worse at certain times; this climate was nice to him. Tristan began his treck over to the body of his kill wondering what it was like to be a stag or an animal in general. "You know. I bet its cool to be an artic fox." Tristan said allowed as if he was talking to the stag. "With their warm white coat. Attractive and clever. I mean they have to be clever right? I mean the saying is-"Tristan cut himself off as he crouched down to tie up the legs of the stag. "Sly. Not clever. Sly fox. Clever dog." Tristan stated as he finished up his double knotting. Tristan threw the animal over his shoulder and bared the weight as he trecked back to where he released his spear. Tristan after walking four feet away stopped dead in his tracks as if something struck him in the head, "I forgot my spear." Tristan said smushing his eyes together in a glare and sighing. Tristan lowered his head as he walked back to the spear and snatched it up being careful not to drop the animal off his shoulder. [color=limegreen]"Dad always said that I need to treat my hunting spear like it was my own appendage, because on the tundra it is my life line"[/color=limegreen] Tristan said before walking back to his sleigh. "Little does he know. I would lose my head if it wasn't attached by my spine or...whatever makes me not lose it."[color=limegreen]"Dad always said that I need to treat my hunting spear like it was my own appendage, because on the tundra it is my life line"[/color=limegreen] Tristan said before walking back to his sleigh. [color=limegreen]"Little does he know. I would lose my head if it wasn't attached by my spine or...whatever makes me not lose it."[/color] Tristan chuckled.
Upon reaching his own sleigh Tristan placed the stag respectfully in the sleigh, followed by his spear next to it. Tristan sighed, after three minutes of pulling the thing alone, "You know." Tristan said before turning around to face the corpse. "You are FAT!" Tristan said insultingly. "You are seriously the fattest thing that has ever been in my sleigh and I have carted some seals before." Tristan said throwing up his hands as if trying to drive home a point. Tristan shook his head at the animal and turned to pull the sleigh again.
As Tristan trecked through the frozen land, he began to account all the lessons his father had taught him. "Now. Tristan look tell me what you say." A deep voice played through Tristan's mind. "SNOW!' an excited younger Tristan retorted. "Well yes, but focus Tristan. What is on the snow." A chuckling voice spoke softly. "Um. I see. I see a deer!" Another excited statement. "Yes. You see prey. Tristan you will have to learn to hunt in order to feed yourself and your mother when im gone." A stern tone was taken in the slightest. "Are you going on a trip dad?" A naive response. A deep chuckle roared through Tristan's mind. "Dad." Tristan thought mournfully dropping his smile while no one could see, all alone in an empty tundra.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2011 10:02 am
 Alanna rushed out of the Elder’s chambers, her mind wandering to and fro about the events of the evening. It wasn’t any different than any other night before her birthday, when she was retold the story of the Devas and how she was going to be a key to the future of the world. Every year before she just brushed it off, because it really wasn’t that important. She wasn’t turning eighteen that year, it could wait to be thought of until then. She thought it was stupid, relying on some Deva for protection, especially when people like her parents gave their lives to save the others. You never saw a Deva do self-sacrifice, so why worship them and give them thanks?
She arrived back at her house, only to find all the lights out and the place eerily quiet. Her battle senses were tingling now, as she slipped into a crouch and scanned the dark room. It was almost pitch black, but her eyes adjusted quickly. Some of the villagers said it must be the evolution of the new generation, since most kids that were born when Antyla was formed had this strange form of dark vision. Colors were absent when she was in this much darkness, but she could make out shapes of various individuals inside her house.
Just when she was about to bring attention that she knew they were there, the candles inside her room burst to light and she covered her eyes. Going from such darkness to light was painful, but she didn’t know how to react until everyone shouted, “Happy Birthday, Alanna!” It was weird, they had never thrown her a surprise party before. She forced a smile and cracked her eyes open, letting them adjust to the light before she allowed herself to speak. “Thanks, everyone. This is amazing, just wish my parents could have seen this.” She was well past being hurt at the mention of her parents, she knew they died an honorable death that she herself would be proud to do.
Her best friend, Marcus, punched her in the arm and laughed. Her was another of the village protectors and she’d known him since she was a little kid. He was a little older than her, but she was always more adept at fighting than him. “Hey Al, you hungry?” He was such a little kid at times, that it made her smile at him.
“Now that you mention it, I’m famished. What is there?” She walked over to one of the long, stone tables that were carved for eating use and saw that it was piled high with fresh boilded crab, fire cooked fish, various roasted lizards, buckets of fresh water, and her absolute favorite; glowing mushrooms. “This looks amazing, you guys went to so much effort…let’s eat!”
She was the first to eat, followed by a traditional birthday song. It was rather repetitive but she didn’t mind, she was with her closest friends and remaining family right now. Marcus sidled up next to her and smiled, “Ready for your gifts, Alanna?” She frowned, she always hated getting gifts but nodded just the same. The first one was from him, a dagger made from the limestone of nearby stalagmites. “It wasn’t easy to make, but I knew you’d love it.” The hilt of the blade was wrapped in bat leather, all in all, a finely made weapon and one of the only sharp blades they had in Antyla. She thanked him and gave him a hug, which made him blush.
She received various other items, but only one other gift stood out from the rest. Her grandfather, her last living relative, had something wrapped up for her and passed it to her when all the other gifts were given. She looked at the wrapped item, it was in a metal box which was rare in its own, and wrapped in cloth. “It was your mother’s, dear. She told me to keep it for you until now, she said your figure would be fine enough to wear it when you turned 18.” The old man smiled sadly, remembering how his daughter and son-in-law gave their lives.
Alanna opened it carefully, removing the cloth with care. She then opened the lid of the box and raised her eyebrows; It was clothing, clothing from before the cataclysmic events that happened on her birth so many years ago. There was a denim jacket with the sleeves torn off, a black tank top with a white sleeved shirt that had thin black lines forming stripes, a denim skirt, and black tights. At the bottom were soft black socks and a pair of tan leather boots, all of which made her eyes fill with tears. They had been her mothers, and now they were hers. She smiled, setting the box down on the ground and hugged her grandfather. It was quite possibly the best gift she had ever been given.
She went to bed a bit later, but she couldn’t sleep well. Half the time was spent wondering, wondering about what was going to happen during the next day. What was going to happen to her, her village, her everything? It was a scary thing for her to be considering, but she pushed it all from her mind. What happens, happens and there is no sense worrying about it. But her dreams were filled with horrid thoughts and visions, which made her especially grumpy the next day. Not even her best friend could cheer her up, so she just stayed in her room all day and tried to get some sleep.
Every time that she started to fall asleep, someone would come by to check on her and she’d wake right back up. It was annoying, so she decided there was no better place for her to catch some sleep than outside of the village where very few people ever went. It was dangerous, but her body was well adjusted to reacting to whatever came their way. In most cases, it was just the natural animals from the planet that decided a person would make a good snack. But in rarer events, it was a digimon that came snooping around. And she always fought them, with her fellow protectors and they always beat their foe. Granted, the digimon that came were next really all that big.
She put on her mother’s clothing, her clothing, as well as strapping the dagger she received from Marcus to her hip, and ventured out into the cave systems. She went far enough in that no one else dared to go and that was where she laid herself down, on a soft blanket of fur she brought with her and fell asleep. She didn't dream, but there was an odd feeling tugging at her from the inside. She didn't know what it was, so she just ignored it...it couldn't be that important, right?
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2011 10:59 pm
Vajramon
Vajramon Emitted one large snort from his nose, and his eyes snapped open. Encased in darkness, the deva was perplexed momentarily until he remembered where he was. Years ago, after he found the town initially, he and the Elder and a Digmon that was one of his last allies ventured into this cave, made it an inhabitable area for a village, then they encased him in stone, saying they would pose him as a statue, that way he would be close when they needed him the most. Flexing the rippling muscles that wrapped his entire body, He made sure that all his limbs still worked. As he checked his last limb, He decided it was time to bust down the statue. In an excellent display of destruction, He brought his arms together in front of him, allowing his amazing strength to crumble the stone encasing. As his arms became free, he then tore apart the stone surrounding the rest of him, grinding any smaller chunks into dust, and tossing the larger chunks into the wall hard enough to cause them to explode beautifully.
The noise must have caused some ruckus, because soon Vajramon noticed that the elder was standing in front of him, with a patient look on his face. As the digimon tossed the last piece of stone away from his body, the old gentleman finally spoke. "Are you quite done enjoying yourself now vajramon?". Looking into the man's face, the bull-like creature retorted "Only because there is nothing more to destroy" with a cocky smile. Now come here you ol' coot!" As the statement concluded the Digimon rushed forward and in one bound had scooped up his friend and placed him gently on his back. The elder immediatly began to reminisce, allowing his mind to wonder to the peak of his youth when he had fought digimon large and small from the very spot he was now. "You seem to be just the same as you were all those years ago... I wish my body would preserve like your digital ones do" the old man commented, his voice showed mixed feelings of envy, and joy. "Yes well, It comes at a cost, as I told you before, there are certain regulations that have been caused by our current state..." The bull seemed weary in his response, but then continued on "Well, I suppose the only way to fix this mess it to go get that human girl I entrusted you with." The man was pulled away from his fond memories and stated "Yes, Lets do this."
The Interesting duo set out, charging through caverns. They didnt need to speak, but rather The elder simply guided the bull with his feet and enjoyed the presence of one of his oldest friends. As they reached Claire's door, The elder attempted to impress Vajramon by jumping off, however due to the fact that he was not nearly as nimble and young as he once was, he hit the floor and immediately had to continue the fall going to all fours in order to disrupt the impact and keep himself from breaking a bone. The bull looked down, and a flash of pain went through his own body as he wished he could allow his friend to be young again. "Are you ok?" he inquired of the elder. With a nod, the Gentleman walked calmly to the door, masking any pain that he felt, and abruptly knocked on the door frame 5 times in a heavy manner, as he had told her he would knock in a dire situation. "She should be out shortly the old man told the bull, and walked over to his side to wait.
Vajramon stood up to his full impressive height and allowed the small light supply to reflect light towards the door off of his magnificent black coat. His swords remained sheathed at his sides, but the lethal horns atop his head Gleam't their gentle gold elegantly. His Red armor still retained particles off dust from the inside of the statue, but it was of no concern to him, It simply showed his destructive power in his opinion. Vajramon stood, his golden eyes forward, eager to see what the infant looked like in her 18th year.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2011 11:37 am
____Vikarlamon The Boar____
"Hero's of legend and lore, none are as great as this boar" Red eyes could be seen peering out of the thick swampy forest as a huge figure stared at a little village that had been hidden here for nearly two decades. A deep grunting noise resonated from where it stood as the figure began to emerge from the dark into the cloud covered daylight. Huge tusks were followed by a gnarly snout that gave this boar it's unmistakable appearance, but he was unlike a normal boar, he stood at over six feet tall and had three small horns on his head. He was a Digimon, Vikarlamon one of the Devas to be more specific and this was his village he had founded all those years ago that he was now returning to. The ground was mushy under his feet at he slowly made his way toward the entrance, "I wonder what kind of commotion I will cause walking into the middle of town, oh well I guess that will be the best way to find the boy, no need to work hard to accomplish my task." As he kept walking he noted some of the small boats the human had made while he was gone, they were sitting on the shore near the bank of the swamp where the villagers had tied them off in case of flooding. As he walked past the first hut a little boy who had been drawing in the mud with a stick suddenly dropped t and stared at the large beast, Vikarlamon spoke to the boy, " Hi there young one, don't be afraid of me, I am Vikarlamon, the guardian of this village. Please would you run around and gather the village? Make sure to bring Joko the Elder as well as the Birthday boy. Hurry along now." The boy was a bit hesitant to listen to the big pig but he remembered the stories of a great pig of the past helping the village so he nodded and took off toward the center of the village.
As the boy ran he shouted, "Vikarlamon has returned, hurry everyone come and see, hurry everyone!!" A few of the older villagers stopped the boy and told him to quit shouting sll this nonsince thinking he must be playing some sort of game with his friends, but when they saw how persistent he was to deliver his message they decided to go see for themselves. The young boy ran up to the Elder Joko's hut, "Grampa, Grampa, He's here, he's here!!" The old man emerged from behind the flap of his hut and tried to calm the little one down, "Whoa there boy, what are you talking about? Who's here?" The boy was jumping up and down alternating feet like he need to re-leave himself or something. The excitement of the whole thing was finally catching up to him as he wondered if people would tell stories of him meeting Vikarlamon one day. "It's Vikarlamon, he's here and he wants to see you!!" The Elder nodded in understanding, he knew the day was coming soon he just wasn't sure when, it looked like it would be on the boy's birthday after all. "Ah excellent, I would assume he's waiting in the middle of the town? Well then I need to grab something real quick so you hurry along and go get Tosuki, he needs to be there for this." The boy nodded before darting off toward Tosuki's hut. "Hum I guess I better get the artifact, Vikarlamon might not be very happy if I forgot that, he can have quite the temper at times, it's a good thing he's so lazy," The old man chuckled to himself as he thought about the big hog. He pulled an old key out of his pocket and walked back into his hut where on his table there sat a small box with a lock on it. He stuck the key into the slot and opened up the box to reveal a heavily wrapped item sitting inside. He stuck the item in his side pocket and proceeded out to meet the Deva.
The young boy left his Grampa's hut and almost flew to Tosuki's hut. "Tosuki, Tosuki wake up!!! It's time, you need to come to the center of the village now!!!" He decided to not wait for a reply and bounded into the hut without an invitation. He could tell the boy had just woken up, "Come on Tosuki, let's go!!"
Back at the center of the village most of the villages had gathered around the great boar who had now reached his destination. Although the humans tend to stay away from digimon, most of them seemed not to fear this one knowing him to be the savior of legend. They stood there in awe just taking in his presence. The Elder made his way through the crowd, "Excuse me, coming through, Move please I need to get through. Everyone please back up and give him some space." Joko turned around as he reached the Deva and motioned for everyone to back up some before facing his old friend," Vikarlamon, how are you? It's been a long time since we saved this village hasn't it?" The pig gave off a deep hardy laugh, "Yes it has, but you weren't nearly so old and fat back then. I assume that means thing have gone well for the village in my absence?" The Elder nodded," Yes it's been great and if you haven't noticed you're not in the best of shape either my friend, I bet we wouldn't make such a powerful team anymore aye?" Vikarlamon snorted in agreement before questioning the man, "So I guess we should get down to why I'm here, but where is the boy?"((Hey man you can go ahead and play the boy if you want, you can name him or have a conversation with him just make sure by the end of your post you've met up with the rest of the crowd so I don't have to respond until then))
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 5:19 pm
 Tosuki KomuroSky The one that colours and engulfs everything " ok, ok just give me a second would ya?"Tosuki  said while putting on a plain whaite short sleeve t-shirt over his black inner shirt. He let out a big sigh as he interlacing his fingers then pushing them away from himself allowing the joints click crack he then leaned his his to one side a stretched his neck causing a slight creaking sound, he started doing small jumps up and down in one spot "C' mon faster hes waiting, there are all waiting!!" Said the boy who was bouncing up and down with his little frail body as if he needed to use the toilet " Slowpoke hurry up! ""Take it easy kid ar'nt you even gunna say happy birthday, man little kids these days hehehe " Tosuki said while picking up items for the desk and dropping them into his pocket "Hey.... would ya open the door for me ??"And why would i say happy birthday to you, Man grown up these days, and hurry!!! there o time to be fooling ariund here!"The young boy walked over to the door and reached forwards to open the door ,he twisted the knob and pulled the door open, " Nows my chance ...." Tosuki walk around behind the little boy and then leaped out the door as he turned around. " Haha later!!" The boy looked back at Tosuki but he was not there by the time the boy had turned around he notoced Tosuki had already leaped out the door and began to run "what the-!!!"The young boy was in shock " Wait!! Tosuki, wait for me!!" The boy ran out the door and shut the huts door behind him and started to trail behind Tosuki Tosuki started to run. To where that might be the village center, he wasn't sure what was going on tere at the moment. But I had to go there because he was beeing summoned. The stretched piece of land full on nettles, grass, mud, which holds his future, looks as thought it was abandoned for ages. As he was still running, the dirt starts to accumulate around him with every step he tooknt. His breathing quickens, trying to appease his need for oxygen, but it is disturbed by the dirt. Tosuki saw everyone in the village gathered in one spot " Huh??.... whats going on here?" Tosuki pushed trough the crowd making his way to the front to find out what was going on Hey.... excuse me... woops sorry... if i could just... sorry bout that..... uhhh..... haaa!!" He said as he made his way through the crowd and finally making it to the front, he saw Elder Joko and walked over in front of him pastVikaralamon " Hey! Elder Joko whats going on here?? why is every one standing here by the statue of the great Deva Vikaralamon??? He questioned elder Joko. The elder pointed toward Vikaralamon " Yeah i know the statue is behind me... and ?? He looked at the elder who look angry at him and was still point towards Vikaralamon " Huh..."Tosuki turned around and stared at Vikaralamon " hmmmm.........." he turned back to the elder " Yeah its a stat........... huh?! He turned back round looked at Vikaralamon " Wahhhh?!.... its...its....its but?....its one of the great Devas , the savior of our Village Vikaralamon He stared at Vikaralamon in shock " H-h...ello..... s-sir.... its a pleasure to...to meet y..you He said as he bowed down to Vikaralamon
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 7:44 pm
 Claire Reeves
Turning to the Elder, "Yes Elder? Is there something you need me for?" she asked, not really sure what to say in such a situation.
((Sorry short post kinda brain dead))
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Posted: Sun Jan 30, 2011 10:48 pm
Pajramon Miles south from Pajra, where the ocean itself was frozen solid, and life was considered by humans to be uninhabitable, the lay a small cave. This cave appeared at first glance to be identical to the other caves in the area where Gomammon and Ikkakumon lived, but no digimon dared set foot in this cave. Many years ago, the great digimon Pajramon could have been seen commuting to the city of Pajra, day and night, week after week. But after a little under a year had passed the primarily desolate area, Pajramon seemed to have decided to abandon the small city, or at least that's what the digimon had assumed.
The Sun set in the sky for the first time in twenty hours, in a mere four hours it would rise again. As the purple hue disappeared from the horizon, a pair of glowing eyes red eyes snapped open from the darkness of the cave. Already in a standing position, the eyes moved from side to side attempting to discern it's surroundings, however with the sun set and no unnatural light to be had, there was no reflection of surroundings with which the owner of the eyes could see. "Very well" A stiff voice broke the silence of the cave. "I still have the route memorized from all of the trips I made" The voice commented apathetically, and the eyes closed again as hooves could be heard patting against the hard Ice of the tundra. The wind blowing from the north made travel slow on the animal, but diligently it carried on,the only sound to accompany it being the soft pleat of hooves, and the eerie gust of frozen winds.
Hours later, the purple hue once again peaked its head over the horizon, promising yet another impossibly long day. At first it was only the outline of an over sized piece of livestock that the Early hunters could see moving towards their village. In a reckless lust for the meat that such a large animal could provide for the village, many morning hunters began to work together to determine the proper way to apprehend such a feast. When the group decided that the task was to large, and the stakes to high to fail, the immediately went back to the village post-haste to seek the Elders wisdom on such a monumental opportunity.
The elder was shaken harshly by the youngest hunter in the group, who in his haste had forgotten his place. "Elder, Elder wake soon!" The boy said enthusiastically. "Unless we are fighting the Gomammon tribes again, I still need my sleep" The elder replied irritated by the lads foolishness. "No sir, there is an enormous beast headed this way though, It looks just like some of the livestock that we receive from the other villages in trade, but its three or four times bigger!" The boy continued attempting to portray to the elder the enormity of the ordeal. "Well if it is hunting then you best go fetch Rober..." The elder stopped himself short when he realized what he was about to say. The enthusiasm in the room died off as everyone thought of Robert for a second. With a huff, the elder rolled himself out of bed and stood up right. "Give me thirty second, and I will be outside. Everyone but the Elder left the room.
Moments latter the Elder walked out of the door wearing his full ceremonial robes. looking toward the small grouping of hunters who were whispering amongst themselves he asked in the most authoritative tone he could muster "Tell me, From which direction does the monstrous Animal come?" Taken by surprise by the sudden change in demeanor, one of the hunters spoke up in a wavering tone, "Umm that'd be from the south I recon sir." A dash of distaste flashed over the Elders face as he hears this, but he soon regained himself and then began lashing out orders to the four men, "you there," he said to the first, "Bring me Tristan Sails, And you, " he addressed the next man, " Ring the Bell, we need everyone awake." He turned to the man who had shaken him "Go and gather the best hunter, we will need enough food for a feast, And finally" he looked at the last man who easily stood a head taller than the rest, "I need you to go start a ceremonial Bon Fire!" As the last instructions were given, The men all stared at one another momentarily until the Elder barked "Stop standing there, and get going!" With this each man went off to his respective task. "I'm not fit for this position" the elder murmured to himself as he began towards the southern boundaries of his town.
With the sun Fully risen now, The Animal that had traveled so many miles in complete darkness, saw its first light in almost eighteen years. Its likeness Was that of a white wooled sheep on the bottom, but retained more humanistic characteristics for its upper boy including two arms. Large Purple horns emitted from hits head and spiraled up into a sharp point. As it approached the town, it saw a lone familiar figure standing on the street. "I see You were expecting me Elder Tsurugi" The creature stated to the Man. "Yes well i got wind this morning from some of the hunters that a very large piece of livestock was headed right for us and I assumed it was you" Tsurugi replied with a smirk. "Dont get smart with me old Man, I will remove you from this world if you inhibit me from the task at hand." The Sheep-monster stated lightly less calm than normal. "Don't worry Pajramon, You know as well as I do that I was not the man meant for this position in the first place." A small bleat emitted out of the Digimons annoyance, but it quickly regained its cool "Were you my first choice, No! Were you the one that Fit the Bill, Yes. You tell me what i was to do. Robert was the clear choice, But he had to much tied up in Tristan to make a good leader." The old man spat at the goat. "Say what you must to justify it to yourself! I would have been happier as a citizen, not a ruler." As he said this He looked down at his feet ashamed that he had spoken like that to his former friend. "Tristan will be here shortly, Do you mind if i get close, I'm not as immune to the cold as I was 18 years ago." Tsurugi said the last part humbly, as close to an apology as he ever gave. Pajramon nodded and steeped forward kneeling down on all fours to allow her wool coat to emit warmth to the Elder.
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