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Post by BlackGuilmon on Sept 1, 2011 21:15:31 GMT -5
"Excuse me little human...But what exactly do you think you're doing?"
[/b][/font] The rookie stopped as well at the voice, ears perking in familiarity at it... But there was also a cold lump of fear forming in the pit of his stomach as he realized who the voice belonged to. Why was Fangmon here, had the wolf digimon been watching all this time? There was at least a small plus to this if that were the case, as it meant that the champion would have seen him fight instead just sit there and cower for once... Part of him wished Antylamon had been the one to see it instead though. Even with all of this though he couldn't help but feel unnerved by the digimon's presence, but he still turned his head to face him.
BlackGuilmon listened in silence as Fangmon continued to speak with Oswell, wondering why the digimon was interrupting his capture. It couldn't be just because the beast digimon suddenly liked or respected him, this he knew for sure. Perhaps maybe Fangmon had decided that no one but him could hurt or capture him, though the rookie had no idea why he would think of such a thing. He was under protection, just like the champion digimon had told the boy."Why ist it then that Guilmon did not claim alliance with zhe Harvesters vhen he could have? Hm? Or didn't know vhy I was taking him to zhe Air Camp. Obviously I'm a hunter."The dragon digimon winced in response to the noose being pulled, closing his eyes for a moment. He was scared to but he knew he had to say something, clearing his throat a little bit before doing so. "...I'm under their protection, but I don't know if I am one... And I know nothing of hunters or a group called A.I.R." He explained quietly, looking off to the side a little bit as he finished.
BlackGuilmon had to wonder at this point what exactly the Harvesters were about, if they were indeed affiliated with this group that hunted digimon. Why would a group of them sell out their own kind to the humans?; he didn't understand. The rookie was feeling too exhausted at the moment to really think about it though, closing his eyes again and remaining idle. All he thought then was when all this would be over, when would he be able to rest?
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Post by RED on Sept 3, 2011 3:52:43 GMT -5
☠ FANGMON ☠ Fangmon ignored Oz's questions, finding the boy most likely already knew his answer. After all, it must be obvious he was a Shepherd. If his haunting appearance wasn't enough by itself, then perhaps it was obvious by his way of speech. Who else in this world would refer to another digimon as their Master? Like they were pets or slaves... Heh. Fangmon had no idea why, but a thought suddenly amused him. Digimon calling another of its kind Master... as if it meant anything. The wolf was brought from his thoughts as BlackGuilmon spoke up, his gaze settled on the rookie even after he was finished. Without hesitation, Fangmon brought himself closer to the two, giving no mind to the weapon Oswell still held at ready. It almost seemed as if Fangmon was daring the human to attack him... to give the champion one good reason to go after him. The only thing that restrained him at this point was the fact that Oz had already been so heavily damaged in his fight with BlackGuilmon. Not at all for the fact that the Harvesters had an affiliation with A.I.R. members. His only reasoning because it would be no fun at this point.
"Heh.. One of my Masters herself called him a brother," Fangmon stated, pausing only a few feet from the two before he went to lower his head so his snout would come at an equal level with Oswell's head. His grin seemed perpetually plastered onto his face, as if had not left him yet. Even when he had bared his teeth with a snarl earlier...the grin seemed in place still."I'll admit, we could do better. However, It's not my job to recruit them. If it were up to me, I'd say go ahead and have him."
There...
It was obvious there. The blatant disrespect he held for the ones he had been calling his Masters no longer than a minute ago. It was a small and subtle comment, one that Fangmon himself barely recognized as animosity. The champion doubted it would be pointed out though, or even noticed. However, he made a mental note to watch himself for such comments. It would be bad to let one slip around one of his supposed Masters.
☠ end.
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Post by Oswell Faber on Sept 13, 2011 20:28:41 GMT -5
♛ O S W E L L . A Harvester called this weak, pathetic thing a brother? Oswell took a moment to glance down at BlackGuilmon in his grasp, then rose his gaze questioningly at Fangmon. This whole thing... something didn't feel right about this. As Oz was soon face-to-face with Fangmon's teeth, he couldn't help but feel ready to crack under the pressure of bleeding to death while holding onto BlackGuilmon's leash. The fight wore him out... and despite not wanting to go home empty-handed, especially after taking the risks he did, he wouldn't last much longer in an argument against a Shepherd.
Slowly but surely, Oswell's grip on the rope come loose and the attack burst into data as he did he best to fight away the desire to collapse right then and there. His eyes tiredly went to the forest located nearby where he was sure to find a television monitor somewhere there. He'd be able to teleport home and get to a proper hospital while still in the Harvesters' good graces. The boy weakly looked to the red wolf, taking a few steps back and bowing his head lightly to the other. "I..."
He hated this. He hated admitting he was wrong. Oswell put up such a fight to capture BlackGuilmon and was so close to being praised for bringing in a rare digimon along with the pay to go with it. The boy's hands clenched hard as he bowed his head further, choking out the words needed in order to keep from pissing off this digimon any further. "I... understand."
Oswell took a few paces backwards before turning his back on the two, shoulders hunched high in shame as he made his way to the forest and left a thin trail of blood behind him. Failure... utter failure... he couldn't stop beating himself up about it.
Still, he couldn't feel as though he had been tricked somehow. All he knew is that this whole thing just made him despise digimon even more.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Sept 13, 2011 23:42:00 GMT -5
"I'll admit, we could do better. However, It's not my job to recruit them. If it were up to me, I'd say go ahead and have him."
Then why.... Why on earth was Fangmon bothering to save him from being captured when the beast digimon seemed to have little respect for his superior's opinions? BlackGuilmon really did not understand the champion's motives, confusion leaking into his eyes like ink into water; slowly, as it built up and failed to keep from standing out. There was no possible way Antylamon, or any of Fangmon's masters could see what was going on, right? Fangmon could have just left him to the human but instead he was interfering, and the dragon digimon simply could not understand or see the reasons behind such an action.
Furthermore did this make the wolf digimon his ally, or were they still enemies deep down under everything? The uncertainty weighed BlackGuilmon down like a ball and chain, feeling fear crawl up his spine like a parasite headed for his brain. Today had been so terribly confusing, what with the introduction of digimon hunters and this group called AIR and the group Fangmon belonged to... How did he end up under the protection of the Harvesters, just through Antylamon? His weary mind was failing to really comprehend this new knowledge, he'd still been reeling from it before his encounter with the boy.
...?!
The rope suddenly bursting into data and disappearing surprised BlackGuilmon, to the point where the dragon even stumbled forward a little. His posture visibly slumped with exhaustion now that he wasn't restrained by the rope, using his paws to steady himself a moment before forcing himself to straighten up. He didn't want to seem entirely weak in front of Fangmon after all, so he had to at least seem like he had some strength left within him. His eyes went from the ground to watch Oswell a little for whatever reason, seeing that the boy had bowed his head to the wolf and appeared to be leaving.
Despite everything that had happened between him and Oz, despite the fact that the human had beaten and nearly captured him... The rookie couldn't help but frown as the boy turned his back and hunched his shoulders, in what BlackGuilmon imagined was disappointment or shame. The dragon looked off to the side a little, as if he simply couldn't watch the human leave any longer. His eyes ended up landing on the little trail of blood that Oswell left though, realizing that the bitter taste of iron still lingered in his mouth as a reminder of his savage attack. It bothered him still, that he had gone to such lengths to preserve his life and freedom when it had made no difference; in the end he still turned out to be a coward.
Had he really not changed at all?
BlackGuilmon didn't really want to think that way however, so he raised his eyes from the crimson trail to look to Fangmon questioningly. The dragon was battered and worse for wear, but even so he tried to force himself to stand tall and seem unafraid... Even if he really still feared the wolf. "...Why did you stop him from taking me? I know you didn't have to." The rookie said lowly, his weariness bleeding into his voice quite easily. He couldn't really keep it from doing so, and besides if Fangmon had seen the fight he would know how tired he was anyway; anyone would.
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Post by RED on Sept 14, 2011 19:23:43 GMT -5
☠ FANGMON ☠ Victorious, Fangmon only gave a soft hiss of a chuckle as Oswell spoke and backed away from the digimon he'd worked so hard to capture. It was satisfying to see, the noose burst into a bunch of tiny digital codes as the boy gave in and went to turn away. The champion didn't care about the sag of Oz's shoulders or even the blood that trailed after him like the smoke of a dying fire... No, all that preoccupied Fangmon's mind was his prize.
Unfairly won, of course, but that didn't make it any less his.
"...Why did you stop him from taking me? I know you didn't have to."
The corners of Fangmon's wicked grin lowered at BlackGuilmon's question, yellow eyes sliding down to meet the rookie's similarly shaded gaze. He remained silent for a moment, stepping forward to slowly pace to the digimon's side, head tilting faintly as if the gears in his mind were working at something. With the lash of his tail he gave a loud snort, teeth bared just enough that the pink of his gums was visible. "That's the first thing you say? ...Not even a thank you?"
Fangmon's voice flowed with a natural superiority, the fur along his back as well as his tail sticking upward in an unconscious display of dominance. BlackGuilmon had proven he wasn't a complete coward...however the shepherd was not entirely convinced. He bet the rookie would cave in at the slightest bit of aggression, deciding to play with him a bit was he swiveled his ears back, lips curling some to show his teeth in their entirety. "Why does it matter? Maybe I just couldn't bear the thought of some pathetic human buying you as a lapdog."
...That was a lie. Such a blatant one was well, so much that it felt painfully obvious to him that it was meant to be mocking. Why did he stop Oswell? The wolf had figured the answer would be easy to find if one thought about it enough... though he himself did not dwell on the thought. He did what he did because it's what he wanted at the moment. There was no other reason, no grand plan he had in store for BlackGuilmon. His head was still working it out what to do with him, but he was alright with that.
Fangmon didn't mind improvising.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Sept 14, 2011 21:55:18 GMT -5
"That's the first thing you say? ...Not even a thank you?"
BlackGuilmon noted the superiority, in fact he had pretty much expected it given what little he knew of Fangmon. The digimon just seemed to give off the blatant impression that he thought himself better than the the dragon digimon, whether it was due to the rookie's cowardly disposition or the mere fact the other was a level higher. Quite frankly he could care less of the reason, the beast digimon could think himself superior all he wanted to; it had little to no meaning to the dark rookie. He wasn't going to argue about his rank with the shepherd, not only because he didn't have a death wish but because he hardly thought now was the time to discuss it.
However as he noticed the fur along the wolf's back raising along with the tail as a show of dominance, the dragon felt himself lean back faintly in response. BlackGuilmon couldn't fight as he was now, especially not a champion nor a digimon like Fangmon; he wouldn't stand a chance. The rookie tried not to think like that though, forcing himself to stand straighter even as Fangmon's ears flicked back and that frightening set of fangs was bared at him. He wasn't entirely sure if the shepherd was merely trying to seem threatening, or if he was really intending to fight... The uncertainty scared him but he did his best to seem unaffected.
"Why does it matter? Maybe I just couldn't bear the thought of some pathetic human buying you as a lapdog."
Somehow BlackGuilmon had to figure that was quite the lie, his eyes narrowing only slightly as he watched Fangmon. "I highly doubt you did this out of the goodness of your heart." He murmured, as if he could not stand to make his voice any louder than that. The rookie knew that he might just be pushing his luck with these words, but he also knew that he was most likely completely right... But honestly the wolf's motives were still a mystery to him. The dragon watched the champion for a reaction in silence, hoping this exchange would not end with him being deleted.
The rookie knew Antylamon had told Fangmon not to harm him, but he wasn't so sure he could trust the beast digimon to actually heed this order. Even so he did not turn to flee, instead standing there and still facing the shepherd with nothing but perhaps a faint flicker of her former cowardice. He had to prove to the champion that he was different, as he could only guess that the other had yet to be convinced that he had actually changed. BlackGuilmon himself wasn't even entirely sure if he had changed or not, given the fact that he had laid down and given in to Oswell after realizing how badly he'd injured the human.
That boy... Would he be alright? BlackGuilmon couldn't keep his thoughts from wandering that direction, a frown coming to his muzzle as he found himself troubled by the idea of Oswell not recovering. It would be all his fault if the child died after all, and whether he would come to know if he had survived or not the thought of causing a death still greatly bothered him. He didn't even want to think about it, quickly trying to shove these thoughts away.
However they would not leave him.
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Post by RED on Sept 17, 2011 0:13:54 GMT -5
☠ FANGMON ☠ "I highly doubt you did this out of the goodness of your heart." A smirk.
That was the first thing Fangmon gave in response to BlackGuilmon as far as his statement had gone. The wolf wasn't entirely sure why it amused him so greatly, not just what the rookie was implying, but also his words in themselves. Could a creature made of data even have a heart? Whether physical or mental... philosophical -- could it exist? Fangmon wasn't sure what it mattered either way; yes or no, it was all the same to him.
"Maybe not, but why does it matter? You're no longer stuck leashed to a human and that's a good thing, right?" Fangmon questioned, not actually seeking any answer to his words... as if he had already decided the other's answer for him.
Lowering his snout some he tilt his head, giving the side of BlackGuilmon's head a quick sniff and then snort, ears lying back. The look on the rookie's face was difficult to place for a moment... though in the end Fangmon categorized it as something similar to shame. Was it... because of that human? Because BlackGuilmon hadn't done away with it. ...Heh, no. From what Fangmon knew of the virus digimon, it was the complete opposite. "Speaking of hearts, I noticed you didn't have it in you to wipe that little pest off the face of the planet."
Giggling, the wolf's eyes trailed off to the direction Oswell has gone, his mind playing at several thoughts as he did, "but that's alright. I'm sure it's bound to happen sooner or later." He chuckled, gaze falling back down to BlackGuilmon, his tail giving a small wag as if excited. He really did believe Oz was headed for death at some point. How arrogant it seemed to think a scrawny little human could go around trying to capture digimon... creatures practically made for battle... and not have any scars or missing limbs to show for it. ...Oh what a thought. Fangmon almost started to wish BlackGuilmon had snapped the little twig's arm off. That would have been a great ending in his opinion.
"...You're not frightened, are you?" Fangmon wasn't sure why he asked, blinking dully at the reptilian digimon. There was nothing intimidating about his tone or even in the way he stared at BlackGuilmon as if intending to stare him down... no, that was just how he always looked at anyone. It didn't even sound as if he were trying to imply he was the one scaring him; he wasn't vain enough to think he was the most terrifying thing in existence. Fangmon had no delusions of such things, truthfully just curious how the other would answer.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Sept 17, 2011 5:40:24 GMT -5
"Maybe not, but why does it matter? You're no longer stuck leashed to a human and that's a good thing, right?"
BlackGuilmon didn't answer, as if he figured he wasn't even supposed to give one. He wondered faintly about the smirk, but he wasn't about to ask about it or anything... He knew what it was directed at, and for now was too tired to care. For now he just listened to Fangmon speak, hoping that the wolf wouldn't decide to fight him or anything again. The shepherd was so unpredictable to the dragon digimon, something that made it seem like he was a constant threat that could snap into action at anytime.
That was what scared him the most about Fangmon, the fact that behind that toothy grin was an unreadable mind that BlackGuilmon would probably never understand the barest workings of. He had the feeling he really didn't want to understand the shepherd anyway though, even though this would just breed more fear towards the beast digimon. After all one of the main cause of fear was not understanding something, as all the uncertainty it would generate would cause fear. This was how it was between the rookie and the champion, and it would most likely remain this way.
"Speaking of hearts, I noticed you didn't have it in you to wipe that little pest off the face of the planet."
BlackGuilmon seemed taken aback by what Fangmon said, his tail twitching a little as his thoughts wandered a little... Would the champion have killed Oswell? He visibly shivered at the thought, not liking the fact that the very notion of that happening had come into his head at all. It was clear by now to the rookie that the shepherd had somewhat of a blatant dislike towards humans, at least this was what he believed this was... Though he wasn't sure if the beast digimon liked anyone. not that this was entirely relevant at this point though, nor were any of the dragon's thoughts at the moment; most of which were ones of worry for Oz, but he knew he could do nothing for the boy anyway.
"...You're not frightened, are you?"
The rookie blinked at the question, taking a moment or so to answer as if he had to think about it... Though really he was just little surprised to find he wasn't, or at the very least he wasn't downright terrified. BlackGuilmon shook his head a small bit, still partially in disbelief or the fact he could say no and be somewhat believable. "Well... Not really, no." He said quietly, finding that he was managing to look back up at Fangmon as opposed to his gaze making good friends with the dirt. It sank just a little bit after he spoke, though not out of fear and instead out of exhaustion.
The dragon digimon was pretty much dead on his feet for lack of a better term.
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Post by RED on Sept 29, 2011 4:58:31 GMT -5
☠ FANGMON ☠ He found the rookie's response interesting, ears twisting forward in consideration before they fell back against his skull again. Quietly, he wondered to himself - curious as to why BlackGuilmon seemed to have so suddenly grown a backbone. The shepherd wasn't entirely sure if it was infuriating of fascinating... this was the same digimon who'd been cowering in the dark earlier this same day, wasn't it? It wasn't normal for him to run into such a volatile creature, surprised to find he almost actually appreciated the rookie. Almost of course being the key word there.
Of course, he knew the reptile-like digimon hadn't made any horribly drastic change, something that kept him from holding any real respect for him. After all, most of everyone was so predictable... even he was to an extent. Fangmon was positive if he jumped forward suddenly and aimed to attack the weakened digimon that he'd surely beg for his life as he'd done earlier today. It was boring and Fangmon had his fill of it for today. Not to mention, he wasn't too keen on attacking BlackGuilmon just yet... his master's words still fresh in his mind. They wouldn't restrain him for long, but at the moment they at least aided in pacifying the wolf -- something that could only last so long.
"Heh," Fangmon stepped over to the digimon, raising a paw slowly before going to poke one of his long claws against the side of BlackGuilmon's skull where he'd been hit earlier, giggling to himself. "Say, since my master was so kind to bring you under our protection, I'd say it's only fair if you do something in return."
The wolf spoke with a grin as he brought his head down to the same level as BlackGuilmon's... wheels turning in their own unusual way. He wondered if the rookie would guess what he was thinking, as it seemed fairly obvious to him. At the same time, he wouldn't blame him for being confused... seeing as Fangmon's demeanor toward the reptile had gone from hostile to seeming friendly in the span of only a few hours. Not to mention BlackGuilmon seemed exhausted... but Fangmon wasn't sure if he liked that excuse very much.
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Post by BlackGuilmon on Sept 29, 2011 18:01:30 GMT -5
BlackGuilmon winced slightly in response to the claw against his head, not because he thought Fangmon was going to hurt him but because the contact stung. The area still ached faintly from the strike he had taken there from the vulcan on Oz's arm, though the only evidence he'd even been hit was a slight scuff mark like when one skins their knee a little. However the dragon didn't shy away from the other's touch even a little, as such a movement would most likely be taken as one of fear towards the wolf digimon. For some reason the rookie really wanted the shepherd to think he had changed and become brave, or at the very least not such a coward when it came to dealing with what he was afraid of... When it came to Fangmon though, he couldn't exactly pinpoint why there was any fear.
Yes the other digimon was undoubtedly stronger than he was but so were a lot of other digimon, and he was sure that he had talked to quite a few in his life thus far without being injured or anything... His past conversations with Antylamon were one such example. BlackGuilmon was not a afraid of those who were stronger than him, so it was a mystery to him as to why he feared Fangmon so much; perhaps it was simply that the shepherd was very much an enigma to him, not knowing what he wanted or thought at any given time. There were others he had met who were nearly the same, however with them there was no hint of malevolence like there was with Fangmon... Though perhaps that wasn't the right word. There was undoubtedly something of a dark quality to the champion digimon but there was one to Antylamon too; why exactly was his perception of them so vastly different.
There was the obvious reason that Antylamon had never so much as threatened to hurt him but... Maybe there was some other reason as well.
"Say, since my master was so kind to bring you under our protection, I'd say it's only fair if you do something in return."
The wolf digimon's voice pulled BlackGuilmon from his thoughts, his yellow eyes almost unwillingly drawn into a lock with Fangmon's at the statement. The words had immediately created a lump of dread within the dragon digimon's stomach and he found himself not knowing how to respond at first, wondering what on earth this could mean... However the answer came to him quite almost immediately, no matter how much he wished it was something else. The rookie stalled in responding despite his understanding of the statement and what Fangmon meant to imply by it, unable to get his eyes to leave the shepherd's even though he wanted to look away. He gave a sort of shaky breath for whatever reason before getting himself to speak, ears lowering just a touch at the idea he had to voice.
"You mean... Work for the Harvesters?" BlackGuilmon asked lowly, the way he spoke making it seem like he disliked the idea already. He did suppose it was only fair given that he appeared to already be protected by them, but he had no idea what working for them entailed... And like a lot of other things, it frightened him. A fear of the unknown was a rather common one, but there was also the fact that this group seemed affiliated with the same one that appeared to be for the sake of capturing digimon. There were a lot of elements to this situation that he didn't really understand and he had to guess there were more that hadn't even occurred to him as of yet, and furthermore he didn't even know what the Harvesters even did.
He had no idea what he had gotten himself into at all.
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