Dracomon's Odyssey Pt. 1 [Encouragement Welcomed]

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I'm using this thread to develop my rp character, Dan and his digimon, Dracomon without having to worry about integrating the timeframe with other rpers or about the random climax which will result in Dracomon digivolving into a Coredramon.
To start off I'm going to copy in my preivous posts so anyone who reads this won't be left behind or confused.
Updates should appear every day but I'm not promising anything.
Without further ado, I will begin.

 

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Username: Petronec

Name: Dan

Gender: Boy

Age: 16

Job: Student

Abilities: He's something of an outdoorsman. Climbing, hiking, general survival skills. He's just generally well practiced in keeping himself alive.

Equipment: Digivice v1.0, Rosewood Cased, Titanium Switchblade

Personality: Light-hearted and sarcastic, he sees potential where others see nil. Dan doesn't dwell on the past and is quick to forgive but unlikely to turn the other cheek, that would just be dumb. On the subject of dumb, it is something Dan is not. However forgiving and optimistic, the likelihood of him turning his back on someone who would sooner stab him in it is slim.

Biography: His Mother was Irish and his Dad was English, making Dan half and half. While he grew up in the suburbs of Lancaster, somewhat quiet and extroverted, as time went by he branched out and made some close friends.
Flash-forward a few years.
His Father was working in a cryptozoology project at the university and a strange computer spike occured, sourcing from an old disused set of files in their database. Every computer in the country went down for exactly two seconds, swiftly returning to exactly what they were doing before and when the computers went back to normal, the entire North of England and Scotland were blanketed in a thick fog.
Only one person knew the real reason, Dan, although he didn't know it. At the time the fog descended and the computers went haywire, Dan saw a creature on the lake. It was a digimon, although that was another thing he then didn't know. Dan thought he'd seen the loch ness monster in a small murky lake, in the middle of a city. Needless to say, it remained a secret as a precaution to avoid having himself hauled away.

Home: Edges of Lancaster, North-England

Alignment: He's sticking by Dracomon.

Digimon: Dracomon

First Encounter: Exactly two years after the incident with what was in fact a Plesiomon, Daniel had returned to the same spot he stood on two years ago, looking out into the lake when the fog rolled in, just as suddenly as before. Noone else seemed to pay it any attention and when it reached him, Dan was blinded by a bright light, felt the ground disappear from under his feet and passed out. When he awoke, he was crumpled on the floor at the bottom of a glass tube with a group of weird alien things with huge brains looking down at him and the dragon-like creature in the next tube. Something buzzed in his pocket and he pulled out a tiny metal device with two-buttons and a screen in the center. The second it was out of the pocket it began rolling off names.
"Dracomon: A rookie level digimon. Vademon: An ultimate level digimon."

Extra Notes/Other: Dan loves sweets: ice cream, chocolate and all the good stuff.

 

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[[Vademon and Dan have awoken in glass tubes, in a Vademon lab, deep within Factoria lTown]]
Two of the three Vademon advanced on their thin, perpetually writhing tentacles while leaving a thin trail of oily slime in their wake and they inspected Dan and the Dracomon closer, pushing their soft yellow eyes against right up against the glass where one of them met Dan's gaze and quickly recoiled.
It turned to the Vademon that had stayed by a lit up metal console and spoke with it's lipless wound of a mouth.
"Declare experiment DR dash 03 a failure and order another test subject." It turned to it's left where another Vademon, possibly more ugly and egg-headed than the other two, inspected Dracomon while rubbing the nape of it's neck and humming thoughtfully. "Any thoughts?"
The ugliest one turned to the right and responded in a nazally, grating, superior monotone:
"It would seem that no matter the digimon we subject to the treatment the digivolution does not take place. Maybe more experiments with virus types would yield better results and make the next digimon a fresh one, young as possible. There may be a fator of data differentiation." The one at the back typed furiously, extending it's crooked, dripping tentacles up to speed up his typing and greasing up the buttons before looking back only for a second.
"Disposal?" It asked. The ugly one, once more inspected Dracomon before nodding and just like that, the metallic discs from beneath both Dan and the Dracomon slid away and the two fell down into a single chute, darkness and the noise of rushing air then they were blown out of an open manhole into a great Canyon.

 

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Dan clawed his way onto his feet, beating the dust off his jacket and jeans nonchalantly and poorly, before finally shifting his mop from his eyes with a groggy flick of the neck and seeing the Dracomon from the tube had already begun scaling the rock face ahead of them. Daniel scrambled to catch up but Dracomon payed it no mind, busy with the road ahead.
"Hey, um, Dracomon!" Dan called up while he grabbed into the grooves that the Dragon thing had made and followed after him, heaving against his tensed arms for a second but quickly gaining his footing. Dracomon merely grunted in response and increased his pace, audibly choking the force from himself to pound foot and hand holds into the rock faster.
"D'you know what that was about?" Dan increased his pace to match Dracomon but had already broken a sweat in this chalky heat. Dracomon continued to ignore Dan but he couldn't keep that pace up; his claws were hurting from it.
"You pass out to, huh?" Dan nearly let out a little chortle through his labouring breaths but Dracomon sent a dangerous glare his way before mumbling something.
"They cheated. Sneaking up on me like that." He winged it like a child before heaving himself up some more.
Dan got a chance to look around Dracomon's tail, after a while of climbing and realized the height they still had to scale.
"There's no way we'll be able to scale this without a break."
"WE won't, no." Dracomon said through a struggling growl.
"You're getting as tired as I am. We're both gonna need to find somewhere to rest soon or we'll both fall." Dracomon sighed and pointed to the remains of an old rope ladder that hung a few meters ahead of them and just to the right. The ends had frayed and rotted over years after what looked like it giving way.
"There should be a dug out cave at the top of that ladder, but we have to hurry. Pretty soon the canyon will get dark." Dan nodded in response and grunted, wincing with the burn in his shoulders and calfs as he doubled his efforts, they both did.
When Dan heaved over the ledge, Dracomon had gathered some old sticks and rocks from around into a fire at the back of the cave. There were some old furs around too.
"Story goes that early digimon carved these into the rock to live in." Dracomon sighed before he spat a beam bullet onto the makeshift fire, lighting it up suddenly. "Wrap that fur around you. It's gonna get real cold and we can't move till midday tommorow. Up ahead it looked like it got less steep so we can finish in one day." Dan followed instructions and wrapped himself up, huddling against the wall next to the fire while Dracomon sat at the other side of it.
"Why'd you follow me all the way up here?" Dan only shrugged in response while he gazed at the fire, embers reflected in his eyes.
"Guess it's 'cause I had no other option," he laughed weakly while he rubbed his raw, cut up hands together softly, the loose skin dropping off, into his lap. "I'm gonna get some sleep. You should too." Dracomon nodded and they bother closed their eyes, collapsing pretty quick.

 

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The Sun had risen over the canyon and the walls had begun to light up in immaculate oranges, reds and yellows. It was a totally clear day and the heat had begun to radiate through the small cave. The heat alone was enough to wake the more sensititve Dracomon but Dan had no such luxury or, as he had always seen it, such an inconvenience. Dracomon rolled hius eyes at the laziness of the boy and asked himself: Why am I even waking this kid? He stopped for a second and considered it, scratching the underside of his chin with one claw on his right hand. I could turn around and leave him here. He's not my problem. Dracomon shook it off. This kid wouldn't survive in the Digital World by himself and it wasn't like he was hurting anyone. He sighed and poked Dan on his bare chest, Dan had pulled his shirt off about an hour ago, as the cave heated up and the fur had been kicked off an hour before that. Dan snapped awake and scrambled along the wall when he felt the sharp prod against his rib, his skin not comparing to Dracomon's scales in terms of resistance to sharp objects.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Dan nearly wailed, in response to the sharp jab, warranting a threateningly raised eyebrow and growl from Dracomon who was unlinkely to take nearly as much lip now that he had chosen the moral high-ground.
"Don't be such a baby. The sun's up. Let's get a move on. The distance may be smaller than last time but I've still got a long way to the Digi-Jungle and make sure to get that fur. You'll probably need it later." Dracomon didn't wait for a response; he walked straight forward and whipped around the side of the cave mouth, making new hold as he went, though natural holds were becoming more frequent and the angle of ascent was already decreasing. If Dan wanted to stay behind and starve to death, Dracomon was willing to let him but he's have to do it alone. Of course, Dan had no intention of dying and, as if in arrogant protest, he scrambled to his feet, pulled his top over him and tied the blanket and his jacket to the back of his jeans, looping and knotting them both through his belt. He put in the effort to catch up quick.
Soon enough Dan was right behind Dracomon and the climb was more of a steep walk. It was still safest to hug the rock face to maintain balance but Dracomon didn't need to make grooves any longer and neither of them needed the now much more frequent natural grooves and rocks.
Dan tightened the knots on the fur and his jacket just as they clambered over the top of the canyon, presented by a vast range. The Sun had started going down again by the time they were over the Canyon but it was a long time before nightfall.

 

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The place had an amazing view and the crisp biting air was refreshingly clear. It was so different from the dark claustrophobic chasm they had had to crawl out of. What hadn't changed was the sweat gathering up in Dan's shirt. He was ripe at best.
Dracomon sniffed the air and cast a glare back at Dan as he walked, Dan reciprocated without a second thought. It wasn't his fault he was a human and he hadn't just been staring up the south end of a dragon for the last few hours. The glare ended nearly as soon as it had began which was good because a lightning rod would conduct that sort of tension.
"Stick close, human," Dracomon called to Dan while beginning to sprint down one side of a mountain and up to the other, using his wings for balance against the air. Dan tipped an eyebrow at this poorly placed attempt at dominance. He merely whispered back:
"Needless to say." With that, Dan followed along, breathing steady and arms pumping close beside his ribs. He caught up first and then simply stayed on key although the beginning did drain him some and he wouldn't have the benefit of wings should he trip. The whole thing was exhallerating for them both, no doubt about that.
They reached the crest of the mountain after the next and near enough collapsed: Dan, skidding to a halt before he died of exhaustion and falling back onto his right arm, Dracomon, expanding his wings and skidding on his heels before lifting into the air and dropping onto his back-side. Both of them were panting like dogs, wretching occasionally but still trying to struggle to their feet before the other, dripping blood from the pebble-opened wounds: Dan, his arm, Dracomon, the backs of his legs. Both of them grinned like idiots until Dan lost the yesterday's breakfast, to which Dracomon stood up in response to, like a mocking ovation and coughed what was supposed to be a laugh before dropping back onto his tail in exhaustion to which Dan responded to with a weak chuckle and a spit of sick as he clambered onto all fours and onto his knees.
"Who wins?" Dan asked, rubbing his pounding forehead with the palm of his left hand, his right hurting too much to place on anything.
"Draw?"
"Draw." Dan extended his left hand and then lost balance, falling on his chest. "Dammit," he growled, almost in parody of Dracomon.
"Maybe we should rest here a while?" Dracomon suggested optimistically while raising his head off the ground a little.
"Right out of my mouth." They bothe laughed and Dan rolled off his front with a wince before he untied his jacket which he threw to Dracomon and he pulled the fur onto himself.

 

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Dan and Dracomon woke directly under a yellow moon, casting an ominous glow onto the fog and clouds that had descended over the mountain range. The view brought a shiver to Dan's spine as he sat up but Dracomon seemed to enjoy the look of it. He stood up and held his claws up beside his eyes, parralel to each other like an extremely crappy imitation of binoculars.
"This is perfect for travelling," he said, a dramatic wow nestled in his every vowel. Dan flipped up with his hands, which wasn't too bad on the grazes and cuts of his numbed right arm though it was a bit sharp at the shoulder.
"Are you taking crazy pills, or are you just blind?!" Dan snapped, in his best just awoken yell, which wasn't much good. Dracomon looked back at him as if he'd barely heard what he said, wondering whether he had heard anything or whether it was in his head: raised eyebrows and pupils narrowed, in scepticism and worry. He probably did only just hear it, but it was still more the fault of Dracomon's distance from his body over Dan's terrible volume. It took a second for Dracomon to actually piece together his fragmented memory of what Dan had said.
"Cool air, no wind and light with illuminated fog. Visibility just right for us to avoid attracting attention and just high enough to find our way to the digi-forest. If we set off now, we could be in the forest by sunrise. Just stick close." This was all said slightly to matter of fact for Dan's liking and he started stepping back to the warmer patch he'd been sleeping on, to which Dracomon fought back with the perfect argument:
"Get your jacket on and hurry up, or you could wrap up for the night by yourself, wake up in the same way, get lost and wander the mountains for weeks, promptly starving to death..." Dan stared at Dracomon with a firghtened, blank expression painted on his whitened face. "Sound good?" Dracomon payed Dan no further attention, not even looking his way as he spoke and once done he walked down the side of the mountain while throwing Dan his jacket back, from on top of his left foot. Dan pulled his jacket on and set off quickly, deciding his life was worth more than a few extra hours of sleep. He was in a brisk jog until he followed Dracomon over the crest of the mountain.
"You knew I was going to follow," Dan sighed tiresomely, as he caught up. Dracomon half turned his head and shrugged.
"No... I didn't." Dan stopped for a second, the stunned look returned to his face but it passed. It had to pass before Dracomon got too far into the fog.

 

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Dan and Dracomon marched through the mountains for a day and a night non-stop, with only rain water to parch their thirst and fill their stomachs. The said nota word as their dry mouths did not permit it. Any attempt at speach was met with a hoarse and painful cough.
Dan only attempted to talk when Dracomon insisted upon a bizarre practice of sniffing the air, when they rose above the cloud cover and he scratched at the rock beneath their feet, most commonly when they reached the two crested a mountain. Dan couldn't be sure if either one of them had gone out of their minds with exhaustion but it seemed like Dracomon ate something in the ground. He was too pre-occupied with forcing himself to breathe to keep count but he did once think he saw a blue stone, sort of like a sapphire or a diamond just behind Dracomon's teeth. Dracomon barely seemed himself when he was digging for the rocks, like it was automatic. He payed nt attention to Daniel's coughing in these minute long breaks, not even to enjoy the sun that rarely broke through.
Once the two had reached the end of their rope, mentally and physically, they saw it; the vast, lush expanse of the Digi-Jungle. The sight brought a tear to Dan's eye, especially knowing he would have to stay on this mountain, winding his way down...
"You won't even survive to see the water that that forest lives off. It's too far to meander down in your state. Do or die." Dan furrowed his brow and jumped off the side of the discernable path, finally catching Dracomon's attention. Dracomon's eyes widened to show all the whites and he ran to the edge to see Dan skidding down the descent on his feet and to repeat it at each intersection of the path. Dan's movements across the path were sluggish and desperate and Dracomon didn't feel so good himself. Dracomon jumped after him, running full speed down the mountain face, after him.
When Dracomon finally caught up, Dan was staring the Digi-jungle's plant wall in the face. Dan and Dracomon could both see the glistening running water behind the trees, just barely and the leaves had small amounts of water pooled on them. The two broke through the barrier and grabbed a large leaf each, slurping the water off of them and sliding down against the trees they had taken them from, breathing heavily.

 

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The two gulped the water as their livesw depended on it, both occasionally coughing up some droplets that went the wrong way in their rush, every few seconds. Dracomon finished first, though he seemed to get more on him than in him; water had dripped from his mouth and run down his stomach. Dan caught up soon, wiping his mouth with his jacket sleeve and throwing Dracomon the fur that had been tied to his belt.
"Clean yourself up man," Dan barely wheezed, his throat slowly moistening and opening out enough for speech. "You look a mess." Dan laughed a little while his voice swiftly returned to normal. He lifted his body off of the tree trunk, despite the surfacing exhaustion from his mad dash earlier, mustering enough energy to sit in position to drop to his back on the moist, dark, loamy soil underneath him. It was fantastic to have something remotely soft under his head.
Dracomon finally removed himself from the life-bearing leaves long enough to pay Dan attention, only after hearing the possible insult.
"You're no picture of human health yourself there friend." Dan turned to stare at the digimon for a second, his eyes a little shocked at the executed snipe before laughing again and, surprisingly, the laugh was returned by Dracomon. It was hearty and long. They enjoyed it for minutes until Dan wiped away a tear and just barely spoke through the laughter to speak again:
"So I'm a friend now, am I?" he chuckled sarcastically, lifting his head with a struggle for the first word before giving up to bliss again and dropping his head back down. The laughing died down.
"Anyone who can keep up with me for four days across the mountains is ok by me." Dracomon lay down also, staring at the lush green canopy above them, the cracks of blue like veins of pure silver in mossy stone.
"Four days?" Dan retorted, with obvious surprise and a ball of pride rising in his chest.
"Give or take." Dracomon's comment was met with a stunned silence and then more laughter, even longer than the last. The two grabbed another drink from the leaves around before they stood up and they gulped them down carefully this time, before dropping the leaves.
The two stood side by side while gazing ahead into the indescernable green puzzle.
"So what were you looking for in here?" Dan's brow furrowed at the question of how anyone could possibly find anything in here.
"I don't know. Answers? I just feel that this is what I'm meant to be doing. It was the same with the mountains." Dracomon didn't sound very certain about what he said. He spoke like he was in another trance and his eyes had gone foggy at the sides for a split second but Dan's concern had forced him to focus on it, to the point that when Dracomon returned to the land of the living, Dan was simply staring at him, before he shook it off and they both forged on, each pretending the other hadn't been acting at all odd. The conversation was sparse from then on. Dracomon would occasionally scratch at some noticeably large or hard roots, sniff, lick and stroke them before pointing in a direction so that they could move on. The tension throughout the next six hours of walking could be cut with a knife.

 

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Dan and Dracomon trudged into a clearing with hazy eyes, cut arms and faces, muddy ankles and complete oblivousness as to what was ahead of them. Dracomon had been following his nose and Dan had been following Dracomon, despite his many suspicions about how wise it was to be around Dracomon; a digimon that seemed unexplainably obsessed with eating mysterious glowing rocks which was a practice that didn't seem all too safe. It wasn't until Dan bumped into a bolt upright Dracomon that he realized what was in front of him: in the center of the clearing they stood in was a huge tree, one that towered five times higher than any in the area and around it's roots were bright yellwo mushrooms that stood as high as Daniel's waist and at least twenty of the glowing green rocks. Dan couldn't respond still until Dracomon spoke in another trance.
"Green malachite." It felt to Dan like he was regaining his senses after an explosion, the fuzz clearing to blurry voices and then he was back.
"Huh?" It wasn't much of a response but after the exhausting march he had been through, it was like sprinting 300 more metres after a marathon. He shook his head, still in a daze and put the pieces together. "The stone?" Dracomon didn't respond but it was obvious enough now. The dragon digimon ran at the stones and began munching the tops off them from the ground and then burrowing out the rest with his snout as he ate. Dan followed Dracomon's progress warily but then, giving in to the rising tremble of his stomach, he moved to one of the large mushrooms. It looked alright. They looked pretty much like edible mushrooms on earth, albeit much larger and yellow. Dan crouched down and took a bite out of one. A flavour much like chicken and Mn'Ms rushed over his tastebuds and he could even taste it in his throat then everything went bright colours like running paint and he passed out, hitting the ground with his face, not the Dracomon noticed.  

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Dracomon munched on the stones with no regard for what was happening at all around him. As per usual, his tance was all encompassing; Dracomon was made a blissfully gluttonous, ignorant, one track machine and the haste of his consumption inreased to the point at which he merely slammed his snout into ground and ate what he could reach by that point.
There was what could, under the right circumstances, be considered a garden of the green stones but after Dracomon was done with it, it had become no better than a groundhog's playground.
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Dracomon, once finished with his ravenous feeding frenzy, dropped onto his tail with blood trickling from his grazed and muddy jaws. He rubbed his belly with both hands and stared straight at the bark of the tree with a satisfied yet vacant grin plastered across his face. He looked certifiably demented, that was up until his gut lit up a luminescent green for two seconds. When the bizarre and otherwise worrying glow of his gut had faded back to the ususal chalky white his pupils dilated and then focused on the world. Dracomon was focused just long enough for him to realize that Dan wasn't making any noise. Dracomon's eyes widened now, flashing white at the top and bottom to the world as he felt a guilty panic set over him. He turned around to see an unresponsive and giggling Dan being slowly lifted by a troop of four mushroomon. Dracomon bared his fangs and charged towards the five mushroom filled individuals. The digimon's faces went gray with terror He stopped for a half a second at Dan's feet, leapt into the air while his legs bulged and he howled:
"Baby Breath!" a wave of orange hot power blasted the mushroomon that held Dan's left leg, sending the body-snatcher hurtling into one of the large yellow mushrooms that dotted the clearing. With a carefully timed beat of his small wings, Dracomon moved himself into a forward somersault and he landed on the head of the mushroomon which grasped Dan's right arm with a look of terror and rage. Dracomon only paused to yell again:
"Baby Breath!" Another wave washed over the Mushroomon which grasped Dan's right leg, blowing him into one of the gigantic roots which extended from the titanic tree that stood in the centre of the clearing, pushing a splintered crater in the multi-centennial root, the charred digimon lodged in the centre of it. Dracomon proceeded to kick off against the Mushroomon's head and forced it to the ground on it's face. By this point, the dazed and still chuckling human was only being dragged by one desperate and visibly terrified Mushroomon. The runt was the last one left and Dracomon landed on his feet, breaking the enemy's line of escape and growling quietly with his fangs bared. The mushroomon dropped Dan and delivered a punch to a curiosly ajaunt scale on Dracomon's chest, just below his right pectoral before it began to meet his left. Dracomon stopped i his tracks and fell silent. His eyes went completely white then closed and his mouth shut tight. His whole body went as stiff as a board and the Mushroomon stopped with him for a second before letting out a triumphant cry and punching the air above him, however, when Dracomon's eyes opened again, showing pure red. A low growl came from the bottom of his lungs and he called out, in an ungodly shriek:
"G SHURUNEN!" His mouth fell open and a hail of meteor size fire-balls erupted from his mouth, turning the remaining mushroomon into a mist of data along with a chunk of trees at the edge of the clearing. Dracomon was flung onto his back and knocked unconscious. When Dan was dropped he stopped giggling and stopped being conscious.
The two lay for at least an hour before either one of them so much as stirred.  

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When Dan's eyes flitted open the forest had changed from shadesw of welcoming green and gold, to an eerie, ink-like purple. Dan could see the pale light of the moon eking through the canopy too but it failed to offer much comfort. He felt groggy, as if every movement had to be communicated through a dense mist and his limbs were heavy like rocks to top that all off.
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Daniel acted against the aching pains in each fibre of his every muscle and began the gradual progress of standing. First he rolled over onto his front and inhaled a healthy dose of brown and orange mulch, not all of which was guaranteed to be soil and moss. He cringed as he wedged his hands under his chest and pushed up; exactly what he needed was exercise after passing out from some bad shrooms. He slid his knees up to parallel with the muddy palms of his hands and began the fun part, getting onto his feet. A sickened grimace spread across Daniel's already pale green face before he pushed off from the floor and got very nearly upright, just before falling back on his face. He sighed with a laboured exasperation, assumed the same position as last time, closed his eyes in anticipation of the reaquaintance of his face with the dirt and pushed up once more. It was halfway up that he came to the realization that he must have been genuinely wasted. He had, in his stupour forgotten to use his knees in standing up the first time. It was a miracle he got as far as he did and so this time, however obvious it would have seemed a solution to the casual observer, he remembered to go into a crouch and stand up from there. He sighed again.
"Stupid." He spoke in a whisper, embarassed and disappointed with himself. "I should be smarter than this." It took him a second tp pick himself up out of the gutter before the thought sturck him Where has Dracomon gone?
He looked around himself for the first time and saw the damage to the roots of the massive tree and below an unbelievably large and deep crater with splinters all around the perimeter lay Dracomon, out cold.
Daniel approached tentatively. Whatever did this was powerful and possibly still nearby so he had to keep an eye out. When he was a foot from Dracomon, he glanced arou donce more before picking the digimon up onto his feet, with a lot of support, and shook him awake.
"Dracomon?" He whispered still, a little quieter this time. "Wake up. We need to move..." Dracomon's eyes opened up, slowly but surely, closed again and then opened properly.
"They hit my scale." he growled weakly before breaking into a coughing fit. Daniel's knees almost buckled under the extra weight.
"Save your strength mate." The two of them moved into the brush slowly but with increasing pace.