Lilithmon's Reign of Terror {{Literate. Open + Accepting!}}

[Amias Nicht]

Nagato, having walked for many miles now, sat down in the shade of a Palm tree. He was in the middle of an Abandoned island, with only Virus Digimon remaining there. He spoke to his partner, with the least amount of panic in his voice. "Well, where would you say is best, Gaomon?" Nagato said cooly. He had been expecting Gaomon's answer, since he knew it was the only way to get off the island, though it was a huge risk. Nagato leaned against the tree, his tone now serious, and more commanding than before. "Shall we attempt to fly away again?" Gaomon stood up, and got ready, while speaking.
"Yes, master, I too think it is the right time, let's try it again." "Right. Digisoul, charge, overdrive!" Mirage gaogamon flew off the island, with Nagato on his shoulders. The two prayed that their stamina training would be able to get them to another island, with vaccine digimon on it.  

[Ryxga]

Standing on a lone rock in the middle of the desert area, Hitome watched a few figures move, their silhouettes simply dark bloches against the immensity and intensity of the desert sand. His white hair was pushed slightly to the side by a breeze that surrounded and morphed around him, when he looked slightly over. A small creature came up upon him, a black vampiric creature that had painted eyes and a huge gleaming smile that would make even looking at him quite awkward. He giggled at the helplessness of the figure below, watching closely and pointing. "I smell fresh blood...can I have??" Hitome simply held up his hand, and shook his head. A sword sheathed at his side was covered by his robes when another breeze, stronger than the last, pushed them to hide it. "Just watch..."