Post by Leyton Thomson on Jun 3, 2016 23:57:57 GMT -5
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HAVEN'T YOU HEARD WHAT BECOMES OF CURIOUS MINDS?
Leyton’s D-Tecror blaring uncontrollably the moment he had stepped foot into the Ashlands. Usually the device would beep to make him aware of another Tamer or Spirit Wielder, but not this time, this was more of a siren to alert him of one thing, a spirit was near by, more specifically a spirit waiting for him. He had no clue where to start, as the last time he had found a spirit it was a complete mistake, he bumped into a statue of Gokuwmon by pure luck. The Ashlands,was a vast place, made of just that ash and smoke. Only digimon with the toughest of gall stood a chance here; those hardened by their hatred or anger, some even here because the enjoy the terain. He didn’t know much about the area, as he would always skip its path when heading to the Necro city, from what he had heard from the local DIgimon the ashlands were little more than a depleted haven for fearsome Digimon
The white hair wiped his eyes; he wasn’t prepared for this trip at all, his white shirt already turning a dingy grey from the vast amount of ash in the air. There was little he could do to tread the area, his motorbike wouldn’t have made it through here, at least not in the highest gear to move him through the ashes. Why oh why did he forget his glasses in the real world? They would have been perfect for this exact situation.
The wind didn’t help his struggle, blowing sut and debris in his face, his hair was probably as grey as the ground by now, and he had only been here for two minutes! He kept narrow eyes to walk the land; it was a bitch to squint so much, but it was all he could do. He kept his Digivice in front of him, trying to turn it off, there was no doubt the stupid thing would attract some unwanted attention. He had finally gotten the darn thing to quiet down, after fiddling with its buttons.
Keeping his eyes on the prize, three hours had passed, and the white hair had no idea where he was going, his device once again blared its obnoxious siren, the white hair’s eyes looking down at the device and up to the land around him. “What is it? Is it here?” he tilted his head scanning the area. It was too damn grey to make anything out, the sky land line blurring into one another as clouds blocked the already depleted sun.
A low growl caught Leyton’s attention and there he saw it, a Leomon standing in a clearing, but there was something wrong, its fur was messy and black, its skin was purple and dull, that was the strangest looking Leomon he had ever seen. “What in the…” his voice trailed off as the beast turned into his direction. Leyton froze with fear, as the rampant monster began pacing towards him on all fours, he wanted to run but his feet were solid like two stone boots had replaced his shoes. Though just as the beast was about to strike, Leyton tightened his eyes awaiting his certain demise.
A few seconds passed, nothing. He opened his eyes, and the creature was gone, his device had calmed down, he looked at the device, and he noticed a strange totem on his screen, it matched the armored beast that attacked him, but it wasn’t moving, typically his totems would at least slowly spin in place when he viewed them. “Was that my spirit?” he asked the device, only getting a low growl in the back of his mind in reply. “Hello?” he called out into the ashes.
He heard footsteps behind him, the sound of fragmented bones, and ash crazkling under heavy paw prints, Leyton looked back and spotted one of the many terrors of the Ashlands; a Fangmon. The fear came once more; he swiftly summoned forth a blue band of data around his left hand, and in the right he held his D-tector. Almost acting on instinct he scanned the band of data, in casing himself in a massive cocoon like casing. He felt his muscles expand, his teeth sharpen, eyes dull, everything became blury, and just as quickly as it happened it was over.
He looked down at his palms, he wasn’t Gokuwmon! What was he? Who was he? His skin was purple, he felt his face and it was hardened, his body was encased in some sort of armor and he felt an underlying hunger in the pit of his stomach. “What am-” he was cut off by a claw dragging across his newly found face; the Fangmon didn’t have time for his nonsense it was hungry and he was little more than meat, once a small fry now an evil bigger meal.
Almost out of instinct, Leyton grabbed the beast by one of its paws and raised it into the air before repeatedly smashing it into the ground. With every sick thud, he was becoming more and more satisfied with himself. On the very last slam of the Fangmon, he raised its beaten body into the air and slammed it into the ground once more following with a fist. The end result once the ashes cleared was evident, Fangmon was now a cluster of data, though Leyton had no interest in it he left it there for whatever lowly predator would take part in it.
“This is my spirit!” he roared into the ash tainted air.
A cocoon would surround him as he regressed from his new form, his head spinning, “What was that?” he asked himself, making his way out of the plains. He heard nothing but growling in return, well wasn’t that something? His new spirit couldn’t even talk.
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