Root
Eggy
Post: 5
Byte: 3
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Post by Root on May 20, 2014 1:09:30 GMT -6
It had only been a matter of hours before the newborn Digimon figured out the purpose of the meat fields, and just one day more for the freshly evolved Rookies to take control of the operation. A Floramon had been posted as overseer, and a dozen Tanemon and Yokomon worked beneath them, learning to tend to the meat and harvest what little meat they could from the infant plants.
Out of place amongst these was one small, lone white puffball, seated near the outer edge of the field and casting challenging looks at passersby. The SnowBotamon had hatched with the first batch, but for some reason had failed to evolve with the rest--and had instead sulked until Elecmon had taken pity on her and given her a list of duties even a Fresh Digimon might be able to handle.
Today's task? Well, the field--one of the few reliable sources of food available--had proven a tempting target for gluttons and the newly organized virus Digimon, and someone was needed to act as lookout and warn away troublemakers. Weak as she might have been, Root was up for the task: those little digitally simulated lungs were as strong as any.
"HEY! I'm telling Floramon!"
"Shoo! Shoo shoo shoo!"
"I saw you! You already ate! Greedy piggymon!"
The last Digimon turned out to be very insistent on passing into the field, and so she was forced for just a moment--a moment, she thought, this can't take long,--to leave her post to "dissuade" the invasive Puwamon.
Surely no one else would try to sneak past in that time. |
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Post by Adronis on May 21, 2014 10:37:45 GMT -6
The egg had been sitting, nestled amongst others just like it, when suddenly, it began to glow, along with many others nearby. And then each one gave a small pop before revealing the form of a tiny, baby Digimon. First, there was nothing but wonder in the Chibomon's mind. But then, there was a sudden gnawing feeling in his very tiny body. He was hungry.
Adronis, the individual name he just knew he had, attempted to befriend others that had hatched with him. But they were also hungry and didn't want to bother trying to figure things out. Just go and venture forth, and try to find their own food, leaving him behind.
It had only been an hour, if that, before the small blue figure found the meat fields. And just a moment of observation told him what he needed to know. Others like him, and some that were different, were all putting things inside of them. He just knew that that must be what he had to do in order to make the gnawing feeling go away. Then everything would be so much better. What he didn't know was that there was a system here. So he wasn't waiting for somebody to let him in and take his name or anything like that. No, he was going to do what everyone else was doing.
Without even bothering to look around, Adronis began to make his way towards where some harvested meat laid. He fully intended on stuffing himself with as much as it took to make the feeling that he didn't yet know was called hunger go away.
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Post by Beverly(Rippah) on May 23, 2014 18:51:22 GMT -6
It almost seems inconsistent, memories of a past life. Sometimes you have them, clear as day. Most times they are vague and foggy. But all things considered, it seems that even the foggy areas could easily be filled in. Life was relatively insistent, even repetitive, back in the day.
Following orders, attacking digimon, fearing punishment for failure, watching others fend for themselves, not caring for others... she was no different, back then. There were no asparations, no dreams... just an odd little habit to sing to herself. Some found it good, many found it strange. And there it was... the only real trait she had that set her apart from the others.
Back then, it was a fine life. No frills, but overall good. But things happen. When you are nothing more than cannon fodder, most are unwilling to, say, stick their neck out to help you. This is another point things got foggy. She can hardly recall how she died, or where, or by who. There was nothing but that dread that she was alone. Thinking about it sent chills down her spine. Or, at least a similar feeling, as this yellow slime digimon was without a backbone.
What would she make of this? What would she do? The Zurumon couldn't do much with these old memories, beyond simply having them. For something so young, she looked contemplative... or confused, as most might see.
No matter... whatever these memories were, they would have to wait. Beverly was hungry, and there seemed to be food nearby.
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