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April 5 ·
[~Salamon~]
[~C L O S E D R P~]
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Salamon. One of the Holy-species Digimon who didn't even understand who it truly was. It was a pain, something that seemed to stretch beyond all infinities, beyond all honor and trust.. and it was that which made Salamon forget.
To become good or to become evil? That was the question that was given to her. It was posed as.. not even really a question, not even really an understanding of the intricate designs of her very being, but rather.. as a source of trying to find who that being was. She was alone in this world, full of pain, full of strife, and she had no idea where she truly belonged. For what reason was she created? Was she here to save the Human World? The Digital World? Both? Or plummet one or both of them into an eternal realm of darkness and despair?
What was her purpose? Her cause? Her understanding? Nothing inscribed upon her Holy Ring assisted her; all that was there were runes and secrets that she could not attain, that she could not understand, that she could not reach out and grab at the source of her little paws..
Through her muses and wanderings she had traveled through many parts of the Digital World, taken in all the information she possibly could, and tried beyond daring to understand all that she could about the universe she was a part of, that home that would be considered her own.. It was also through these musings that she had found herself completely and utterly at the mercy of a tribe of Candlemon - Digimon that had attempted to bribe her and failed.
As she was heading to disappear out of the mountainous crags that she had found herself in, she froze as she was surrounded by the invading Digimon, her orbs narrowing slightly. She was still a Rookie level, a Digimon that could not even digivolve onward into her next form - yet another thing that slowly began to irritate her. Her eyes narrowed as she was being chased, a Puppy Howling erupting from her small maul.
She needed out of here and fast, but there were far too many of the upper leveled beings to defeat.. Even if she went after then with Petty Punch or Sledge Crash, there would only be more that would come to attack her...
And only more wounds for herself to have to be able to care for as well. Another Puppy Howling to avoid being captured by another closing Candlemon leaves her running, tripping and falling over the terrain, her paws scrabbling over the sharp rock that surrounded her.
She had to get out.. She had too! But how?
"You aren't getting away! After her!" one of the formerly paralyzed opponents shouted, hopping after her.
Oh no..
Continuing to run, she raced in the only direction she could - upwards. The Candlemon had already infiltrated all of the escape routes back down to the root of the mountain, leaving her with only the summit that she could go.. Her situation was turning worse and worse.
At least she could still move, and if she could still move, she could still run. Outwit them, anything, to get her away from this danger..
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be too easy for the Mammal Vaccine. A Candlemon that had been lying in wait beyond the final treeline had grabbed her, pulling on the lop ears that characterized her very being.
This being done, it was only a matter of time before she was able to be pulled back down the cliff, rolling and rolling across the cutting, jabbing side, falling from the high altitude and sent crashing back down to the ground below.. Right back into the circle of Candlemon.
Trying to force her injured body back up to her feet, she falters, slumping down.. The only thing even slightly lively about her being the green orbs that glared at each of the tribe members.
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Bęelzęmøn DęmønLørd-ofGlüttøny Boredom. That's one consistent thing that plagued the Demon Lord of Gluttony, also known as Beelzemon. Day after day, he did nothing but the same thing. Wander wander and wander. And if he got lucky, he managed to get himself into a skirmish of some form or another... Though, they never lasted long. It would seem that he finally had that power he so craved in the past... But what was he supposed to do with it?
He didn't know. So he merely continued on wandering. Searching for... Well, he didn't know what.
Ever since losing those humans, his existence has seemed rather pointless. No Tamers, no Jeri... Nothing really worth devoting his time for. And now that he was so strong... What was he supposed to do with that power? It wasn't like he had anything to protect. Not anymore. And to this day, even now, his heart was still so dark.
Rage. Hatred, sadness. Guilt, anger. So many emotions always seemed to be clouding his mind. It was a miracle he hadn't snapped yet, hadn't worked to plunge either the Digital World or the Real World into absolute darkness. At least then everything could finally be as bleak and meaningless as he was feeling...
But, he never did. He never tried. Jeri wouldn't want that. And so, he continued to live on, though his existence seemed pointless to even himself. All he could do was remain aloof, stay away from others. Fight anything that came his way and keep pushing forward. At least he hadn't reverted back to his Rookie stage... Life might end up being that much harder if he had.
These were the thoughts that counted lazily drifting through the Nightmare Soldier type's mind as he continued trekking along. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining bright in the sky and such... Man, did he hate it. This particular area he was in was just not his style- too colorful. That being the case, he was willing to just roll right along without a second thought. And that's exactly what he'd done, riding through the area on his trusty Behemoth.
Usually he wouldn't have stopped- not unless some idiot decided to get in his way, test their mettle. That didn't happen this time around, and yet he'd found himself stopping anyway. Braking, pulling the motorcycle-like machine to a complete halt. At first unsure of why he even stopped here, the visored Digimon gazed around in mild annoyance with himself. This was no place of interest. In the not too far distance was the foot of a nameless mountain, one of the few notable landmarks in sight in this particular area. Emerald gaze sizing up the jagged mass of earth, he figured that if he went poking around in a cave system or two he might come across some adversary... But, that wasn't all appealing to him.
With his usual dismissive attitude, the demonic Digimon shook his head and gave an incoherent grunt to himself before once more looking forward. He was just about to leave when he heard a distinct shout, and once again he was pausing. Sounded like there was some sort of pursuit going on, someone trying to escape someone else... A group more like, it sounded like. Once more looking towards the mountain with renewed attention, he quickly scanned the side until he managed to see it. Small shapes, incomprehensible from this distance. One running along, and with another few running... No, hopping after it.
Definitely some sort of gang attack. Rookie business too, by the looks of it. Nothing of his concern, really. He should just leave, he had other places to be...
But even as he watched, Beelzemon felt himself growing curiouser by the minute. Just what even was this? What had the one Digimon done to end up in that sort of predicament? Finally, the chase seemed to end; one of the other figures had managed to catch the fleeing Digimon off guard, and likely through some form of foul play, sent the small figure tumbling off the side of the mountain.
"..ah, what the hell. I've got time to kill." Shrugging as if this were a perfectly normal instance, Beelzemon dismounted Behemoth and stepped away from his trained transportation, eyeing the mountain as the little figure continued rolling, likely painfully, down the mountain. One second of questioning flirted through his mind before the Demon Lord rushed forward, aiming for the foot of the mountain.
Minutes later and he'd arrived, pausing in the shade of some nearby foliage to observe the scene. It looked... Ridiculous. A group of Candlemon, all surrounding one little Rookie Digimon... A Salamon. This has to be some sort of territory thing. Usually his interest would have been lost, he would have immediately turned away and returned to his bike. Would've left. This wasn't his business, nor were any of these pipsqueaks even worth his time.
But this time... It was different. Gaze traveled from the jeering Candlemon back to their victim, where it settled for a few moments. Those large green orbs, glaring heatedly at each of the bullying Digimon. The Salamon, though seemingly weakened and immobile, seemed spiteful. Seemed like she had spunk. And something about this entire situation... Well, something, though he was unsure of what, pushed him to action.
Without a word, Beelzemon slipped away from his observation post and started forward. The Candlemon didn't notice him approaching, too focused on the Salamon at their midst. Didn't matter anyway, it wasn't like they'd be able to do anything to him. A group of Rookies against a Mega, and him of all Mega class... What a laugh.
As soon as he was close, the claws of his right hand began to glow a bright eerie purple. Guns wouldn't be needed for this. His presence was finally acknowledged, and just as the Candlemon nearest to him was turning around to face him, a quick Darkness Claw sent the fellow Nightmare Soldier type flying through the air, crashing to the ground in a heap feet away. It's stunned comrades stared, and he was all too aware of every eye on him at that moment.
Emerald eyes narrowing at the fallen Candlemon, he finally turned his attention to the rest of the circle, blinking slowly as if only just then aware of their presence. The glow of his claws died down, and slowly he let his hand fall to his side before resting it on his hip, a scowl of displeasure evident on his face.
"What's goin' on here, huh? Hope I'm not crashin' any sort of party or nothin'." Gaze shifted to each and every Candlemon before finally setting on the Salamon. And Beelzemon stared wordlessly at the small Mammal Vaccine type, letting it sink in. The realization of exactly /why/ he'd stepped in. But the thought was quickly thrust away as he looked away again, glaring sharply at the nearest Candlemon in question.
"What is this? Can't even give a fair fight? Gotta gang up on those weaker than yerselves, can't pick on someone yer own size?" The scowl suddenly vanished, replaced by an eerie grin as he stepped forward menacingly. "Don't much care for those that pick on the weak, ya know. Kinda defeats the point of bein' so strong and all, ya know. Maybe I should give you lot a taste of yer own medicine?"
Even if intimidation wasn't enough, it didn't matter. These guys would be fools to take him on. And the downright /unfairness/ of this situation, of all things, had the moody Digimon in a foul mood; should they stupidly decide not to retreat and hold their ground, there would be no mercy.
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Ōku Nomoji The Nightmare Soldier Digimon group had started coming closer towards the Salamon. She would pay for encroaching on their territory, that much was for certain. It was irritating enough that there wasn't enough food to go around for the Tribe itself, let alone for some weird little weakling Digimon coming around to take even more of its few good resources. There was far more to the story than that, but there was no need to delve into it, now was it? Candlemon in general weren't necessarily the nicest of Rookies anyway, and the little puppy-dog that appeared so much like those animals in the Real World? In all honesty, it pissed them off that one of the 'Holier Than Thou' Digimon would even consider showing face around.
Several of the Digimon began to gather around the defiant Salamon, already their gazes turning to darkness as they realized with what emotion that little pipsqueak was glaring at them with. So she wanted to be one of the tough kids, not wanting to grovel at their feet, nor wishing to assist them in any way? That was even more of a reason for them to get rid of her - maybe even eat her data. It'd give them more power levels for certain. Maybe they could even digivolve into a Merimon or something on their next form change!
Dark laughter coming from them, the Candlemon come even closer around the struggling Salamon. Red eyes, the kind that would only be seeable in nightmares, glared down upon her, the flames on top of their heads seeming to glow even brighter in the darkness that seemed to begin surrounding them. Night was falling, a beautiful time where the Candlemons' beauty shined in all groups, danced around bonfires of their fallen enemies.
Coming ever closer, the DemiMeramon appearing faces in the flames adorning their wax forms seemed to cackle in their wake, their wax forms doing the same. It was time for Salamon to get taught who was exactly boss, and what better to do that than a group Lava Loogie?
Taking in their breaths, opening their mouths, the fires began to form in their mauls, the sharp teeth of the waxen figures being even more illuminated, even more fright-inducing...
Salamon kept her glare, knowing what was about to happen. She wasn't going to go down without a fight, and using the remainder of her energy, sent a few Punches towards her opponents, knocking one or two off the side of the remaining summit that she was on. It wouldn't hurt them as much as they had harmed her, but at the very least, it was a little bit of pay back. Lopped ears clearly damaged, legs seeming unable to truly move fast enough to allow her to run, her orbs peering even more into the face of her demise, she winded up for a final attack - the least she could do would be to knock out one of those flames and take a Candlemon out with her.
It was then that Beelzemon arrived. She could hear Behemoth coming from a short distance away, hear the rumbling and roaring of the gargantuan motorbike that seemed to be the right-hand best friend of the Demonic Digimon before her. It seemed that he was there to help her, though why a Digimon like himself would was far beyond her. What was his purpose? What was the point? Surely, there was more going on than met the eye at this particular point in time..
Regardless, she was not about to turn away a helper, not when he was already angry enough as it was. Even though he had came to rescue her, she was concerned that one wrong move would have his fury being placed upon herself soon enough; but then again, there truly wasn't a necessary means for that to occur. If nothing else, she was about to die anyway; at least she would go down from a far worthier opponent than this gang of bullies she was currently contending with.
If only it had been a few of the Candlemon versus an entire horde; a pawful wouldn't have been a problem, but this.. this was going beyond what was fair and right, and was slowly going into what was absolutely deplorable behaviour. She had indeed entered their territory, but it had been on an absolute accident; there was no way she would have been able to have told when she had entered into their domain! And even if there were, she was too far deep in thought to have caught it anyway..
To far deep into contemplating.. why? Why? Why did she have this sense of longing? Why? Why did she have this sense of belonging somewhere, and yet, belonging nowhere at the same time? How could she continue moving until she got some kind of answer? But moving was what she had done.. and moving was exactly what had gotten her stuck.
The only thing she had going for her was her powerful sense of... what? It wasn't self-worth - she didn't know enough about herself for that. It wasn't self-entitlement or anything else of the sort.. Maybe it was simply her powerful sense of wanting to know, and if she wanted to know, wanted to understand anything that she wanted to reach out and grasp, she wouldn't be able to do that if she had died. She wouldn't be able to do that if she allowed someone else to destroy her, to take her data. The only thing she could do was survive.
Green orbs widening at the sight of her secret avenger, she watched as the Mega warrior rent the very air with his claws, the Darkness Claw completely sending the Candlemon surrounding her flying. There weren't that many, as not all of them were in that area, but it was more than enough to draw to him their attention.. Far more than enough of them to realize that he was a threat - an extremely dangerous one at that.
Red glares, slowly starting to transform into stares of fright turned to him, the Candlemon seeming to become far too stunned to even move. The Circle slowly began to hop away from the monster that had found himself in their wake, and by avoiding the Mega in front of them, started dissapating from the tightness that had started smothering the Salamon.
This Digimon was upset.. and high leveled Digimon when angered were never a good thing. Several of their kind had learned that the hard way, those that had been underneath the earlier servitude of Vandemon and a few of the other higher notched Kings of the Digital World could attest to that. Nonetheless, they were more than irritated that this being had come into their territory when they were dealing with their own prey; maybe that was what he wanted - the Salamon. Well, he could have her!
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Ōku Nomoji One of the Candlemon that seemed to not be as shaky - perhaps the leader - hopped a few jumps closer to the Digimon. Lifting his waxen head, the Rookie spit a small fireball out towards the fallen Digimon, not close enough to burn her, but more of a gesture of displease.
"This Digimon came into our lands. That is enough of a reason for us to have been able to attack this creature!"
Green orbs turn back to stare at emerald ones, angered glare seeming to slowly disappear into orbs gleaming with regret, confusion, and over all... a sense of being completely lost. A glance that showed everything that the little creature was feeling in that moment in time. Pain from the impact. Pain from the taunts. Pain from the attacks. Pain from not knowing. Pain from being away from where she needed to be. Anger at herself for being trapped. Anger at the Candlemon for harming her. Anger at the world itself for the completely undesirable circumstances it had thrust the Vaccine type in. The longing of comradeship. The sense of having no real purpose in the world. The sense of simply... just being. Being in a world that was not created for such a small creature such as herself.. Being in a world that honestly held nothing for her.
All of this flashed in a few brief seconds, enough for the Beelzemon to understand what kind of creature he was dealing with. She wasn't evil; she wasn't good either. She didn't know what she was, but she sure wasn't deserving of being treated the way that she had been.
The Candlemon opened his mouth to speak again, though realizing that if he did, it would mean getting his lights snuffed out - literally. The Mega wasn't in a chatty mood; he wanted them gone, and if not, what he did to their buddy, he would do to them. All of them. A taste of their own medicine from someone of his caliber would wipe them all out with a single blow, and there wasn't a chance that the Candlemon was going to allow that to happen.
"Now, you see, there aren't any bad feelings here!" the Candlemon stated, slowly hopping backwards a little. "None at all, see? We're going, right now." With that, he gave an ushering movement towards his fellows, seeming to ask them to disperse - which they did with haste. Hopping flurries of flame quickly began to take over the small openning of the craggy mountain side, flames becoming visible all the way up the side of it as they ran.
Though, this wasn't going to be forgotten, not by a long shot. The Candlemon had friends in high places, and some of those high places, well.. Maybe, if nothing else, it would cause a decent toussle to be had for the Nightmare Digimon. Still, it would wait.. but he would need to be ready when the time did come.
The Candlemon didn't seem to be as stupid as they had acted. Salamon watched after them as they fled, and while she was attempting to stand to do the same, the last few attacks she had offered had completely decimated the remainder of her body, depleted the rest of the energy her small form could muster.
'Who are you? Why are you here? Why did you save me?'
The questions ran through her mind like the rapidly firing bullets that the other utilized to attack, but no words came out of her mouth - only the soft sounds of whimpering from the marks that covered her entire form were heard.
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Bęelzęmøn DęmønLørd-ofGlüttøny Was it wrong that their fear-filled stares elicited a sort of grim satisfaction from somewhere within Beelzemon? Every little action that they took, the small hops away, the unsure glances between one another. The way angry red eyes immediately shifted to those of sudden fear and concern for their own safety... The sudden dead-silence from the small group of Rookies that were only a second ago so confident and eager to finish off their prey. Was it wrong to enjoy that?
No. After all, wasn't it his nature? He did enjoy conflict, and these little pests evidentially knew the hole they were in now. And after everything he went through as a Rookie himself, he promised that, while he took joy in a good fight with a worthy opponent, he would never be one of those Digimon that went preying on those weaker than himself. He'd gone through it before, it was humiliating. And pointless. Yet, right now, he was overlooking that personal rule. Because these little bastards, well. They were just being beyond unfair, and that just /dug/ at him.
Sure, they might've had their reasons for wanting to drive off the little lop-eared intruder. But, first off, this wasn't simply driving it off, this was just downright murder. He knew exactly what they'd do; finish the job and feast on her data. Then there would be no more Salamon. Not even a chance of being reborn. And that was just vile in his opinion- which was saying something, seeing as he himself was classified as a monstrous demon of a Digimon. Secondly, even if the lot did try to explain their reasoning, he honestly didn't give a care in the world. He never was one for listening to excuses.
Unfortunately though, it seemed as though he would be forced to listen to at least some form of explanation. Remaining silent, one single Candlemon had received his attention as it separated itself from the rest, hopping forward just a bit. The alpha of the pack, he'd guess. He'd listen for a few minutes, but the small waxy Digimon was really testing him- notable by the way his hand twitched at his side when that small fireball was spat at the small Salamon. He'd better consider himself lucky, because if that had singed even one strand of that cream-colored fur, they'd all have hell to pay.
Shifting where he stood, Beelzemon raised his arms, folding them over his chest in silence. Not a further word left him just yet as he continued to stare at the Candlemon, fierce emerald gaze narrowing all the more as he listened on. Silently contemplating. So, this really was a turf war type of ordeal... How pathetic that was, an enter rag-tag gang of Digimon having to band together just to deal with one little wanderer.
Snorting loudly, his gaze once more fell to the weakened Digimon still laying on the ground. He watched, contemplating what to do, what to say. Should he really involve himself in this? Well, it was a little too late for that particular question wasn't it. And it wasn't like these guys posed any real threat to someone of his level... But still. Why, why, /why/ had he stepped out from those trees? Why had he made it over here to stop this? He wasn't exactly known to be caring, at least not to the rest of the world.
But as those narrowed green orbs widened and softened as they set on him, the last inklings of defiant anger ebbing away... There it was again. That sudden pang of... Of something, that had all but forced him to intervene. This Salamon, it was lost. Lost in more ways than one. Perhaps... Similar to the predicament he'd found himself in, or even worse. After all, Holy Digimon were a bit of an enigma. They were known to have the potential to become something else, of good or of evil. A defender, or a destroyer. A bringer of light and peace, or a bringer of darkness and destruction. And if that were the case, shouldn't this tiny Digimon be considered a threat?
Maybe that's why the Nightmare Soldier group had pursued it so mercilessly. The two species were opposites, and if this being was spared, it would have the potential to digivolve into some magnificent Holy being of some form or other. It could devote it's life to hunting down the Digimon that were well-known for causing chaos and destruction. Hunting down and destroying beings like /himself/. This little thing, it could potentially become a fatal threat to him at some point down the road. That being the case, shouldn't he be seeing to it that this problem was nipped in the bud? That this creature was instantly crushed and turned into nothing but scrap data..?
....probably.
But, he didn't feel that way. Beelzemon simply didn't feel that way about the little Salamon, and the more he stared at her, the more he somehow understood. She was lost. She wandered in here without evening knowing of what lie in waiting. She's simply wandering. Wandering in such a lost state, and enduring all sorts of pain, inside and out... Just like himself. That, along with one other thing, touches him somehow. Reaches out and grasps his attention immediately. And he can't just allow a curiosity like that to be so brutally ended, neither by his own hands or those of these insects.
Without a word, Beelzemon offered the small Rookie the slightest of nods. He understood. Whether she saw it or not, whether she understood even what it meant, it didn't matter. Right that second, he decided to see to it that she wouldn't be ended. Not here. Not now. He'd get her out of here in one piece, rest assured.
The Candlemon spoke up once more, snapping Beelzemon from his thoughts. The Demon Lord once again set his sights on the Digimon, any trace of softness vanishing instantly and replaced with that trademark scowl. It was fortunate for both him and his group that he didn't stick around to blab more for very long; within moments, the group hurriedly retreated after a quick gesture, Beelzemon watching stiffly until the last of the bouncing flames was out of sight.
"..Tch. No hard feelin's my tail. Think I'm an idiot?" Finally relaxing his stance, the demonic Digimon snorted and shook his head disdainfully. He had an inkling that this wasn't the past he'd hear of those pests. Could be that they went back for reinforcements, that they'd make their return soon enough with a vengeance. Though, that was laughable; they could throw all of their numbers at him, and he'd mercilessly wipe the mountainside with each and every one of them. Not batting an eye as he did so. So let them come, it didn't matter either way to him.
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Bęelzęmøn DęmønLørd-ofGlüttøny Now. Down to business. With the threats gone, Beelzemon once again returned his attention to the Salamon. Obviously she was frightened- she looked as though she'd give just about anything in order to get up and retreat as well. He had to wonder, was he that scary looking? Don't answer that, of course he is. With that battered body however, the little puppy-looking creature was going nowhere anytime soon.
"Hey," he suddenly barked out, sounding more rough that he meant to. It's been a while since he'd been 'gentle' towards anything. A long while... He was rusty. Dirt crunched audibly under his boots as he finally stepped forward, approaching the tiny Digimon. Stopping just as she was at his feet, he crouched down, peering over her carefully. "Relax. I ain't gonna hurt ya. Better off with me than those wannabe thugs."
Slowly, carefully, he reached out a clawed hand and, with extreme care, took hold of one of the Salamon's ears. Leaning in closer, he found himself frowning. Whatever happened here, must have been som serious foul play. He'd been too far away to see the full thing, though just be glancing at her he knew her body hadn't taken that fall of the mountain well at all. Grunting to himself, he released her ear and took a quick glance around- the sun was setting fast now, the darkness of the evening was setting in quickly. Usually that wasn't a bad thing- that his personal prime time. The best time to hop on Behemoth and get moving.
But, her. That was his concern, her. She couldn't be out now. Because everyone knew, things lurked in the darkness. And while he was sure he could handle whatever came his way in this specific territory, he wasn't about to risk the small creature getting battered more. Shelter was needed, and something nearby would have to do.
"Right. Relax. We're gonna camp out somewhere for the night. With any luck, we'll be outta here by mornin'." And, ignoring the whimpers as best as he could right now, he carefully scooped up the small dog-like Digimon and stood once again. Taking his gaze from her, he surveyed the area one more time before finally turning away and making his way back to Behemoth. Once he had reached the motorbike, he wasted no time in settling himself down on the seat, the machine roaring to life with a sort of eagerness.
The Salamon still clutched tightly to his own chest, he revved the engine a couple of times before accelerating forward. Back towards the mountain, circling around the base of the mighty stone structure. Emerald gaze flicked along the stoney wall intently, and finally after a few minutes he slower the bike once again. Parking just outside the mouth of a relatively small cave, he once again dismounted his trusty steed. Another glance around, and he turned to grab a leather bag that rested atop the back of the bike with his free hand before striding forward, eyeing the mouth of the cave.
The opening was small indeed; he actually had to crouch in order to crawl through, but once through the entrance, he was able to straighten up. "Lucky us. Least we know nuthin' big's gettin' in here." Probably not the most comforting thing to say to the already frightened Rookie, he realized. But, this would have to do. There was no sign of this particular cave being anybody's dwelling, and with Behemoth parked right outside... Well, that should be more than enough of a warning for any lurkers of the night to keep their distance.
Moving forward through the near darkness, Beelzemon paused once he reached a wall; the cave wasn't that deep. Not necessarily a bad thing, unless it caved in. Probably not wise to say that aloud, however. So he kept his thoughts to himself and slowly sat down, taking great care not to jostle his small guest too much. Once he was seated, he set the bag down onto the cool stone floor, and then set down the Salamon right next to him.
"Not really the best place ever- kinda dirty and maybe cold, but. Better than bein' out there, yeah?" Gesturing his head towards the cave opening, he grabbed the black bag and opened it up, sifting through it. He wasn't actually sure why he was speaking up so much; it wasn't like he expected any real answer. Not yet at any rate, if ever.
Finally, he pulled from the bag of piece of Great Meat. He'd thought he had more food on him, but evidentially not. He'd have to make a point to restock soon... And he was kicking himself hard now for not carrying any recovery items on him. Sure he didn't need them, but hell, they'd be useful right now.
"There. This'll haveta do for dinner." And he simply dropped the hunk of meat right in front of the small Digimon, closing the bag once more and tossing it away. "Just eat what ya can. Ya need to rest for the night, and we'll hit the road as sick as dawn breaks. Find somewhere better suited for ya." Now lapsing into silence, Beelzemon now eyed the small Digimon expressionlessly.
He said nothing more, only watched her. Once again he was questioning himself- what if this was wrong? What if he'd misunderstood? What if she was nothing like him, and he couldn't help her anyway? He sure as hell couldn't help himself. And then he was struck by the thought of his own enemies- the Digimon who were more than likely after his head. He'd just dragged her into that too. Maybe this was a mistake...
But, as he stared, the image of a dog-like sock puppet flitted through his mind for the second time, and reluctantly unwanted memories were dragged up. Shaking his head as if to clear his head, the Nightmare Soldier sighed weary before finally looking away, content with staring at the wall and listening to the sounds of the night outside.
Fine. He saved her, he'd keep her safe for now. Once he was able to though, he'd drop her off somewhere more suitable for her.
Maybe then she could figure things out for herself, without the worry of being dragged into his problems.
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Salamon. One of the Holy-species Digimon who didn't even understand who it truly was. It was a pain, something that seemed to stretch beyond all infinities, beyond all honor and trust.. and it was that which made Salamon forget.
To become good or to become evil? That was the question that was given to her. It was posed as.. not even really a question, not even really an understanding of the intricate designs of her very being, but rather.. as a source of trying to find who that being was. She was alone in this world, full of pain, full of strife, and she had no idea where she truly belonged. For what reason was she created? Was she here to save the Human World? The Digital World? Both? Or plummet one or both of them into an eternal realm of darkness and despair?
What was her purpose? Her cause? Her understanding? Nothing inscribed upon her Holy Ring assisted her; all that was there were runes and secrets that she could not attain, that she could not understand, that she could not reach out and grab at the source of her little paws..
Through her muses and wanderings she had traveled through many parts of the Digital World, taken in all the information she possibly could, and tried beyond daring to understand all that she could about the universe she was a part of, that home that would be considered her own.. It was also through these musings that she had found herself completely and utterly at the mercy of a tribe of Candlemon - Digimon that had attempted to bribe her and failed.
As she was heading to disappear out of the mountainous crags that she had found herself in, she froze as she was surrounded by the invading Digimon, her orbs narrowing slightly. She was still a Rookie level, a Digimon that could not even digivolve onward into her next form - yet another thing that slowly began to irritate her. Her eyes narrowed as she was being chased, a Puppy Howling erupting from her small maul.
She needed out of here and fast, but there were far too many of the upper leveled beings to defeat.. Even if she went after then with Petty Punch or Sledge Crash, there would only be more that would come to attack her...
And only more wounds for herself to have to be able to care for as well. Another Puppy Howling to avoid being captured by another closing Candlemon leaves her running, tripping and falling over the terrain, her paws scrabbling over the sharp rock that surrounded her.
She had to get out.. She had too! But how?
"You aren't getting away! After her!" one of the formerly paralyzed opponents shouted, hopping after her.
Oh no..
Continuing to run, she raced in the only direction she could - upwards. The Candlemon had already infiltrated all of the escape routes back down to the root of the mountain, leaving her with only the summit that she could go.. Her situation was turning worse and worse.
At least she could still move, and if she could still move, she could still run. Outwit them, anything, to get her away from this danger..
Unfortunately, that wasn't going to be too easy for the Mammal Vaccine. A Candlemon that had been lying in wait beyond the final treeline had grabbed her, pulling on the lop ears that characterized her very being.
This being done, it was only a matter of time before she was able to be pulled back down the cliff, rolling and rolling across the cutting, jabbing side, falling from the high altitude and sent crashing back down to the ground below.. Right back into the circle of Candlemon.
Trying to force her injured body back up to her feet, she falters, slumping down.. The only thing even slightly lively about her being the green orbs that glared at each of the tribe members.
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Bęelzęmøn DęmønLørd-ofGlüttøny Boredom. That's one consistent thing that plagued the Demon Lord of Gluttony, also known as Beelzemon. Day after day, he did nothing but the same thing. Wander wander and wander. And if he got lucky, he managed to get himself into a skirmish of some form or another... Though, they never lasted long. It would seem that he finally had that power he so craved in the past... But what was he supposed to do with it?
He didn't know. So he merely continued on wandering. Searching for... Well, he didn't know what.
Ever since losing those humans, his existence has seemed rather pointless. No Tamers, no Jeri... Nothing really worth devoting his time for. And now that he was so strong... What was he supposed to do with that power? It wasn't like he had anything to protect. Not anymore. And to this day, even now, his heart was still so dark.
Rage. Hatred, sadness. Guilt, anger. So many emotions always seemed to be clouding his mind. It was a miracle he hadn't snapped yet, hadn't worked to plunge either the Digital World or the Real World into absolute darkness. At least then everything could finally be as bleak and meaningless as he was feeling...
But, he never did. He never tried. Jeri wouldn't want that. And so, he continued to live on, though his existence seemed pointless to even himself. All he could do was remain aloof, stay away from others. Fight anything that came his way and keep pushing forward. At least he hadn't reverted back to his Rookie stage... Life might end up being that much harder if he had.
These were the thoughts that counted lazily drifting through the Nightmare Soldier type's mind as he continued trekking along. It was a beautiful day, with the sun shining bright in the sky and such... Man, did he hate it. This particular area he was in was just not his style- too colorful. That being the case, he was willing to just roll right along without a second thought. And that's exactly what he'd done, riding through the area on his trusty Behemoth.
Usually he wouldn't have stopped- not unless some idiot decided to get in his way, test their mettle. That didn't happen this time around, and yet he'd found himself stopping anyway. Braking, pulling the motorcycle-like machine to a complete halt. At first unsure of why he even stopped here, the visored Digimon gazed around in mild annoyance with himself. This was no place of interest. In the not too far distance was the foot of a nameless mountain, one of the few notable landmarks in sight in this particular area. Emerald gaze sizing up the jagged mass of earth, he figured that if he went poking around in a cave system or two he might come across some adversary... But, that wasn't all appealing to him.
With his usual dismissive attitude, the demonic Digimon shook his head and gave an incoherent grunt to himself before once more looking forward. He was just about to leave when he heard a distinct shout, and once again he was pausing. Sounded like there was some sort of pursuit going on, someone trying to escape someone else... A group more like, it sounded like. Once more looking towards the mountain with renewed attention, he quickly scanned the side until he managed to see it. Small shapes, incomprehensible from this distance. One running along, and with another few running... No, hopping after it.
Definitely some sort of gang attack. Rookie business too, by the looks of it. Nothing of his concern, really. He should just leave, he had other places to be...
But even as he watched, Beelzemon felt himself growing curiouser by the minute. Just what even was this? What had the one Digimon done to end up in that sort of predicament? Finally, the chase seemed to end; one of the other figures had managed to catch the fleeing Digimon off guard, and likely through some form of foul play, sent the small figure tumbling off the side of the mountain.
"..ah, what the hell. I've got time to kill." Shrugging as if this were a perfectly normal instance, Beelzemon dismounted Behemoth and stepped away from his trained transportation, eyeing the mountain as the little figure continued rolling, likely painfully, down the mountain. One second of questioning flirted through his mind before the Demon Lord rushed forward, aiming for the foot of the mountain.
Minutes later and he'd arrived, pausing in the shade of some nearby foliage to observe the scene. It looked... Ridiculous. A group of Candlemon, all surrounding one little Rookie Digimon... A Salamon. This has to be some sort of territory thing. Usually his interest would have been lost, he would have immediately turned away and returned to his bike. Would've left. This wasn't his business, nor were any of these pipsqueaks even worth his time.
But this time... It was different. Gaze traveled from the jeering Candlemon back to their victim, where it settled for a few moments. Those large green orbs, glaring heatedly at each of the bullying Digimon. The Salamon, though seemingly weakened and immobile, seemed spiteful. Seemed like she had spunk. And something about this entire situation... Well, something, though he was unsure of what, pushed him to action.
Without a word, Beelzemon slipped away from his observation post and started forward. The Candlemon didn't notice him approaching, too focused on the Salamon at their midst. Didn't matter anyway, it wasn't like they'd be able to do anything to him. A group of Rookies against a Mega, and him of all Mega class... What a laugh.
As soon as he was close, the claws of his right hand began to glow a bright eerie purple. Guns wouldn't be needed for this. His presence was finally acknowledged, and just as the Candlemon nearest to him was turning around to face him, a quick Darkness Claw sent the fellow Nightmare Soldier type flying through the air, crashing to the ground in a heap feet away. It's stunned comrades stared, and he was all too aware of every eye on him at that moment.
Emerald eyes narrowing at the fallen Candlemon, he finally turned his attention to the rest of the circle, blinking slowly as if only just then aware of their presence. The glow of his claws died down, and slowly he let his hand fall to his side before resting it on his hip, a scowl of displeasure evident on his face.
"What's goin' on here, huh? Hope I'm not crashin' any sort of party or nothin'." Gaze shifted to each and every Candlemon before finally setting on the Salamon. And Beelzemon stared wordlessly at the small Mammal Vaccine type, letting it sink in. The realization of exactly /why/ he'd stepped in. But the thought was quickly thrust away as he looked away again, glaring sharply at the nearest Candlemon in question.
"What is this? Can't even give a fair fight? Gotta gang up on those weaker than yerselves, can't pick on someone yer own size?" The scowl suddenly vanished, replaced by an eerie grin as he stepped forward menacingly. "Don't much care for those that pick on the weak, ya know. Kinda defeats the point of bein' so strong and all, ya know. Maybe I should give you lot a taste of yer own medicine?"
Even if intimidation wasn't enough, it didn't matter. These guys would be fools to take him on. And the downright /unfairness/ of this situation, of all things, had the moody Digimon in a foul mood; should they stupidly decide not to retreat and hold their ground, there would be no mercy.
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Ōku Nomoji The Nightmare Soldier Digimon group had started coming closer towards the Salamon. She would pay for encroaching on their territory, that much was for certain. It was irritating enough that there wasn't enough food to go around for the Tribe itself, let alone for some weird little weakling Digimon coming around to take even more of its few good resources. There was far more to the story than that, but there was no need to delve into it, now was it? Candlemon in general weren't necessarily the nicest of Rookies anyway, and the little puppy-dog that appeared so much like those animals in the Real World? In all honesty, it pissed them off that one of the 'Holier Than Thou' Digimon would even consider showing face around.
Several of the Digimon began to gather around the defiant Salamon, already their gazes turning to darkness as they realized with what emotion that little pipsqueak was glaring at them with. So she wanted to be one of the tough kids, not wanting to grovel at their feet, nor wishing to assist them in any way? That was even more of a reason for them to get rid of her - maybe even eat her data. It'd give them more power levels for certain. Maybe they could even digivolve into a Merimon or something on their next form change!
Dark laughter coming from them, the Candlemon come even closer around the struggling Salamon. Red eyes, the kind that would only be seeable in nightmares, glared down upon her, the flames on top of their heads seeming to glow even brighter in the darkness that seemed to begin surrounding them. Night was falling, a beautiful time where the Candlemons' beauty shined in all groups, danced around bonfires of their fallen enemies.
Coming ever closer, the DemiMeramon appearing faces in the flames adorning their wax forms seemed to cackle in their wake, their wax forms doing the same. It was time for Salamon to get taught who was exactly boss, and what better to do that than a group Lava Loogie?
Taking in their breaths, opening their mouths, the fires began to form in their mauls, the sharp teeth of the waxen figures being even more illuminated, even more fright-inducing...
Salamon kept her glare, knowing what was about to happen. She wasn't going to go down without a fight, and using the remainder of her energy, sent a few Punches towards her opponents, knocking one or two off the side of the remaining summit that she was on. It wouldn't hurt them as much as they had harmed her, but at the very least, it was a little bit of pay back. Lopped ears clearly damaged, legs seeming unable to truly move fast enough to allow her to run, her orbs peering even more into the face of her demise, she winded up for a final attack - the least she could do would be to knock out one of those flames and take a Candlemon out with her.
It was then that Beelzemon arrived. She could hear Behemoth coming from a short distance away, hear the rumbling and roaring of the gargantuan motorbike that seemed to be the right-hand best friend of the Demonic Digimon before her. It seemed that he was there to help her, though why a Digimon like himself would was far beyond her. What was his purpose? What was the point? Surely, there was more going on than met the eye at this particular point in time..
Regardless, she was not about to turn away a helper, not when he was already angry enough as it was. Even though he had came to rescue her, she was concerned that one wrong move would have his fury being placed upon herself soon enough; but then again, there truly wasn't a necessary means for that to occur. If nothing else, she was about to die anyway; at least she would go down from a far worthier opponent than this gang of bullies she was currently contending with.
If only it had been a few of the Candlemon versus an entire horde; a pawful wouldn't have been a problem, but this.. this was going beyond what was fair and right, and was slowly going into what was absolutely deplorable behaviour. She had indeed entered their territory, but it had been on an absolute accident; there was no way she would have been able to have told when she had entered into their domain! And even if there were, she was too far deep in thought to have caught it anyway..
To far deep into contemplating.. why? Why? Why did she have this sense of longing? Why? Why did she have this sense of belonging somewhere, and yet, belonging nowhere at the same time? How could she continue moving until she got some kind of answer? But moving was what she had done.. and moving was exactly what had gotten her stuck.
The only thing she had going for her was her powerful sense of... what? It wasn't self-worth - she didn't know enough about herself for that. It wasn't self-entitlement or anything else of the sort.. Maybe it was simply her powerful sense of wanting to know, and if she wanted to know, wanted to understand anything that she wanted to reach out and grasp, she wouldn't be able to do that if she had died. She wouldn't be able to do that if she allowed someone else to destroy her, to take her data. The only thing she could do was survive.
Green orbs widening at the sight of her secret avenger, she watched as the Mega warrior rent the very air with his claws, the Darkness Claw completely sending the Candlemon surrounding her flying. There weren't that many, as not all of them were in that area, but it was more than enough to draw to him their attention.. Far more than enough of them to realize that he was a threat - an extremely dangerous one at that.
Red glares, slowly starting to transform into stares of fright turned to him, the Candlemon seeming to become far too stunned to even move. The Circle slowly began to hop away from the monster that had found himself in their wake, and by avoiding the Mega in front of them, started dissapating from the tightness that had started smothering the Salamon.
This Digimon was upset.. and high leveled Digimon when angered were never a good thing. Several of their kind had learned that the hard way, those that had been underneath the earlier servitude of Vandemon and a few of the other higher notched Kings of the Digital World could attest to that. Nonetheless, they were more than irritated that this being had come into their territory when they were dealing with their own prey; maybe that was what he wanted - the Salamon. Well, he could have her!
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Ōku Nomoji One of the Candlemon that seemed to not be as shaky - perhaps the leader - hopped a few jumps closer to the Digimon. Lifting his waxen head, the Rookie spit a small fireball out towards the fallen Digimon, not close enough to burn her, but more of a gesture of displease.
"This Digimon came into our lands. That is enough of a reason for us to have been able to attack this creature!"
Green orbs turn back to stare at emerald ones, angered glare seeming to slowly disappear into orbs gleaming with regret, confusion, and over all... a sense of being completely lost. A glance that showed everything that the little creature was feeling in that moment in time. Pain from the impact. Pain from the taunts. Pain from the attacks. Pain from not knowing. Pain from being away from where she needed to be. Anger at herself for being trapped. Anger at the Candlemon for harming her. Anger at the world itself for the completely undesirable circumstances it had thrust the Vaccine type in. The longing of comradeship. The sense of having no real purpose in the world. The sense of simply... just being. Being in a world that was not created for such a small creature such as herself.. Being in a world that honestly held nothing for her.
All of this flashed in a few brief seconds, enough for the Beelzemon to understand what kind of creature he was dealing with. She wasn't evil; she wasn't good either. She didn't know what she was, but she sure wasn't deserving of being treated the way that she had been.
The Candlemon opened his mouth to speak again, though realizing that if he did, it would mean getting his lights snuffed out - literally. The Mega wasn't in a chatty mood; he wanted them gone, and if not, what he did to their buddy, he would do to them. All of them. A taste of their own medicine from someone of his caliber would wipe them all out with a single blow, and there wasn't a chance that the Candlemon was going to allow that to happen.
"Now, you see, there aren't any bad feelings here!" the Candlemon stated, slowly hopping backwards a little. "None at all, see? We're going, right now." With that, he gave an ushering movement towards his fellows, seeming to ask them to disperse - which they did with haste. Hopping flurries of flame quickly began to take over the small openning of the craggy mountain side, flames becoming visible all the way up the side of it as they ran.
Though, this wasn't going to be forgotten, not by a long shot. The Candlemon had friends in high places, and some of those high places, well.. Maybe, if nothing else, it would cause a decent toussle to be had for the Nightmare Digimon. Still, it would wait.. but he would need to be ready when the time did come.
The Candlemon didn't seem to be as stupid as they had acted. Salamon watched after them as they fled, and while she was attempting to stand to do the same, the last few attacks she had offered had completely decimated the remainder of her body, depleted the rest of the energy her small form could muster.
'Who are you? Why are you here? Why did you save me?'
The questions ran through her mind like the rapidly firing bullets that the other utilized to attack, but no words came out of her mouth - only the soft sounds of whimpering from the marks that covered her entire form were heard.
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Bęelzęmøn DęmønLørd-ofGlüttøny Was it wrong that their fear-filled stares elicited a sort of grim satisfaction from somewhere within Beelzemon? Every little action that they took, the small hops away, the unsure glances between one another. The way angry red eyes immediately shifted to those of sudden fear and concern for their own safety... The sudden dead-silence from the small group of Rookies that were only a second ago so confident and eager to finish off their prey. Was it wrong to enjoy that?
No. After all, wasn't it his nature? He did enjoy conflict, and these little pests evidentially knew the hole they were in now. And after everything he went through as a Rookie himself, he promised that, while he took joy in a good fight with a worthy opponent, he would never be one of those Digimon that went preying on those weaker than himself. He'd gone through it before, it was humiliating. And pointless. Yet, right now, he was overlooking that personal rule. Because these little bastards, well. They were just being beyond unfair, and that just /dug/ at him.
Sure, they might've had their reasons for wanting to drive off the little lop-eared intruder. But, first off, this wasn't simply driving it off, this was just downright murder. He knew exactly what they'd do; finish the job and feast on her data. Then there would be no more Salamon. Not even a chance of being reborn. And that was just vile in his opinion- which was saying something, seeing as he himself was classified as a monstrous demon of a Digimon. Secondly, even if the lot did try to explain their reasoning, he honestly didn't give a care in the world. He never was one for listening to excuses.
Unfortunately though, it seemed as though he would be forced to listen to at least some form of explanation. Remaining silent, one single Candlemon had received his attention as it separated itself from the rest, hopping forward just a bit. The alpha of the pack, he'd guess. He'd listen for a few minutes, but the small waxy Digimon was really testing him- notable by the way his hand twitched at his side when that small fireball was spat at the small Salamon. He'd better consider himself lucky, because if that had singed even one strand of that cream-colored fur, they'd all have hell to pay.
Shifting where he stood, Beelzemon raised his arms, folding them over his chest in silence. Not a further word left him just yet as he continued to stare at the Candlemon, fierce emerald gaze narrowing all the more as he listened on. Silently contemplating. So, this really was a turf war type of ordeal... How pathetic that was, an enter rag-tag gang of Digimon having to band together just to deal with one little wanderer.
Snorting loudly, his gaze once more fell to the weakened Digimon still laying on the ground. He watched, contemplating what to do, what to say. Should he really involve himself in this? Well, it was a little too late for that particular question wasn't it. And it wasn't like these guys posed any real threat to someone of his level... But still. Why, why, /why/ had he stepped out from those trees? Why had he made it over here to stop this? He wasn't exactly known to be caring, at least not to the rest of the world.
But as those narrowed green orbs widened and softened as they set on him, the last inklings of defiant anger ebbing away... There it was again. That sudden pang of... Of something, that had all but forced him to intervene. This Salamon, it was lost. Lost in more ways than one. Perhaps... Similar to the predicament he'd found himself in, or even worse. After all, Holy Digimon were a bit of an enigma. They were known to have the potential to become something else, of good or of evil. A defender, or a destroyer. A bringer of light and peace, or a bringer of darkness and destruction. And if that were the case, shouldn't this tiny Digimon be considered a threat?
Maybe that's why the Nightmare Soldier group had pursued it so mercilessly. The two species were opposites, and if this being was spared, it would have the potential to digivolve into some magnificent Holy being of some form or other. It could devote it's life to hunting down the Digimon that were well-known for causing chaos and destruction. Hunting down and destroying beings like /himself/. This little thing, it could potentially become a fatal threat to him at some point down the road. That being the case, shouldn't he be seeing to it that this problem was nipped in the bud? That this creature was instantly crushed and turned into nothing but scrap data..?
....probably.
But, he didn't feel that way. Beelzemon simply didn't feel that way about the little Salamon, and the more he stared at her, the more he somehow understood. She was lost. She wandered in here without evening knowing of what lie in waiting. She's simply wandering. Wandering in such a lost state, and enduring all sorts of pain, inside and out... Just like himself. That, along with one other thing, touches him somehow. Reaches out and grasps his attention immediately. And he can't just allow a curiosity like that to be so brutally ended, neither by his own hands or those of these insects.
Without a word, Beelzemon offered the small Rookie the slightest of nods. He understood. Whether she saw it or not, whether she understood even what it meant, it didn't matter. Right that second, he decided to see to it that she wouldn't be ended. Not here. Not now. He'd get her out of here in one piece, rest assured.
The Candlemon spoke up once more, snapping Beelzemon from his thoughts. The Demon Lord once again set his sights on the Digimon, any trace of softness vanishing instantly and replaced with that trademark scowl. It was fortunate for both him and his group that he didn't stick around to blab more for very long; within moments, the group hurriedly retreated after a quick gesture, Beelzemon watching stiffly until the last of the bouncing flames was out of sight.
"..Tch. No hard feelin's my tail. Think I'm an idiot?" Finally relaxing his stance, the demonic Digimon snorted and shook his head disdainfully. He had an inkling that this wasn't the past he'd hear of those pests. Could be that they went back for reinforcements, that they'd make their return soon enough with a vengeance. Though, that was laughable; they could throw all of their numbers at him, and he'd mercilessly wipe the mountainside with each and every one of them. Not batting an eye as he did so. So let them come, it didn't matter either way to him.
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Bęelzęmøn DęmønLørd-ofGlüttøny Now. Down to business. With the threats gone, Beelzemon once again returned his attention to the Salamon. Obviously she was frightened- she looked as though she'd give just about anything in order to get up and retreat as well. He had to wonder, was he that scary looking? Don't answer that, of course he is. With that battered body however, the little puppy-looking creature was going nowhere anytime soon.
"Hey," he suddenly barked out, sounding more rough that he meant to. It's been a while since he'd been 'gentle' towards anything. A long while... He was rusty. Dirt crunched audibly under his boots as he finally stepped forward, approaching the tiny Digimon. Stopping just as she was at his feet, he crouched down, peering over her carefully. "Relax. I ain't gonna hurt ya. Better off with me than those wannabe thugs."
Slowly, carefully, he reached out a clawed hand and, with extreme care, took hold of one of the Salamon's ears. Leaning in closer, he found himself frowning. Whatever happened here, must have been som serious foul play. He'd been too far away to see the full thing, though just be glancing at her he knew her body hadn't taken that fall of the mountain well at all. Grunting to himself, he released her ear and took a quick glance around- the sun was setting fast now, the darkness of the evening was setting in quickly. Usually that wasn't a bad thing- that his personal prime time. The best time to hop on Behemoth and get moving.
But, her. That was his concern, her. She couldn't be out now. Because everyone knew, things lurked in the darkness. And while he was sure he could handle whatever came his way in this specific territory, he wasn't about to risk the small creature getting battered more. Shelter was needed, and something nearby would have to do.
"Right. Relax. We're gonna camp out somewhere for the night. With any luck, we'll be outta here by mornin'." And, ignoring the whimpers as best as he could right now, he carefully scooped up the small dog-like Digimon and stood once again. Taking his gaze from her, he surveyed the area one more time before finally turning away and making his way back to Behemoth. Once he had reached the motorbike, he wasted no time in settling himself down on the seat, the machine roaring to life with a sort of eagerness.
The Salamon still clutched tightly to his own chest, he revved the engine a couple of times before accelerating forward. Back towards the mountain, circling around the base of the mighty stone structure. Emerald gaze flicked along the stoney wall intently, and finally after a few minutes he slower the bike once again. Parking just outside the mouth of a relatively small cave, he once again dismounted his trusty steed. Another glance around, and he turned to grab a leather bag that rested atop the back of the bike with his free hand before striding forward, eyeing the mouth of the cave.
The opening was small indeed; he actually had to crouch in order to crawl through, but once through the entrance, he was able to straighten up. "Lucky us. Least we know nuthin' big's gettin' in here." Probably not the most comforting thing to say to the already frightened Rookie, he realized. But, this would have to do. There was no sign of this particular cave being anybody's dwelling, and with Behemoth parked right outside... Well, that should be more than enough of a warning for any lurkers of the night to keep their distance.
Moving forward through the near darkness, Beelzemon paused once he reached a wall; the cave wasn't that deep. Not necessarily a bad thing, unless it caved in. Probably not wise to say that aloud, however. So he kept his thoughts to himself and slowly sat down, taking great care not to jostle his small guest too much. Once he was seated, he set the bag down onto the cool stone floor, and then set down the Salamon right next to him.
"Not really the best place ever- kinda dirty and maybe cold, but. Better than bein' out there, yeah?" Gesturing his head towards the cave opening, he grabbed the black bag and opened it up, sifting through it. He wasn't actually sure why he was speaking up so much; it wasn't like he expected any real answer. Not yet at any rate, if ever.
Finally, he pulled from the bag of piece of Great Meat. He'd thought he had more food on him, but evidentially not. He'd have to make a point to restock soon... And he was kicking himself hard now for not carrying any recovery items on him. Sure he didn't need them, but hell, they'd be useful right now.
"There. This'll haveta do for dinner." And he simply dropped the hunk of meat right in front of the small Digimon, closing the bag once more and tossing it away. "Just eat what ya can. Ya need to rest for the night, and we'll hit the road as sick as dawn breaks. Find somewhere better suited for ya." Now lapsing into silence, Beelzemon now eyed the small Digimon expressionlessly.
He said nothing more, only watched her. Once again he was questioning himself- what if this was wrong? What if he'd misunderstood? What if she was nothing like him, and he couldn't help her anyway? He sure as hell couldn't help himself. And then he was struck by the thought of his own enemies- the Digimon who were more than likely after his head. He'd just dragged her into that too. Maybe this was a mistake...
But, as he stared, the image of a dog-like sock puppet flitted through his mind for the second time, and reluctantly unwanted memories were dragged up. Shaking his head as if to clear his head, the Nightmare Soldier sighed weary before finally looking away, content with staring at the wall and listening to the sounds of the night outside.
Fine. He saved her, he'd keep her safe for now. Once he was able to though, he'd drop her off somewhere more suitable for her.
Maybe then she could figure things out for herself, without the worry of being dragged into his problems.
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