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"A Blue Tiger Waits at my Doorstep"
By Torangemon

Cold and dreary were words to describe the night set in the digiworld this day. Darkness overcome by the ice and terror of past, a past too painful wanted not to be remembered. Myotismon's life had started over again, yet only the memories of suffering existed in nightmares. He couldn't get away from the chamber of dark wickedness that followed him around, and seemed to be confined in his mind and heart. Maybe the beauty of the night's illuminous stars and moon could banish it away for awhile,but, only for a little time to enjoy his surroundings. Myotismon decided he would stroll around the dark forest he lived nearby for a bite to quench his thirst. The line of trees seemed endless as he looked to his side. it seemed like the whole area was abandoned. Abandoned. Like he had felt for as long as he can remember, and yet, the feeling still flows through his veins as if a dark cold blood seeping throughout his body like disease. Everywhere, still now, he traveled to, the lonely winds swept the little happiness that remained in him away. Since then, he has never had much ambition to go out and explore. "Why would anyone want to be around something like me anyway?" Myotismon thought to himself disturbed and angered by the silence. Now he just wished someone would at least pass him or even attack him. He was tired of being left alone. Alone and abandoned. These forests were too quiet, dark and dismal. Not even the single sound of a cricket, or ripples of water in the lake next to the forest could be heard. Myotismon, dissapointed, turned away to head back to his silent and dead-like domain.

Suddenly, not far away, a sound of brush rustled and rushing feet against the grassy earth came to be. Myotismon's eyes widened in suprise. Finally he would be satisfied in such a while and get the painful hunger for blood fufilled. The sound increased and become closer, much more closer. The sound of claws scratched the soil and paws or feet seemed to jump from their location into a hard solid surface. A fast speeding wind went through the path of trees, reaching Myotismon and blowing back his cape and bangs. It then seemed to howl as it left the area and silence entered yet again. He was determined to reach what ever was waiting for him, so, he ran with little energy, yet great determination to where the sound appeared to come from. He came to the center and heart of the forest, but, did not find anything. He was sure he had heard something, other than that he'd imagined the whole thing. Right before he turned his back, footsteps of shoes suddenly stepped onto the grass. Myotismon turned around to find a shadowy figure, hidden by the dark shadows of the tall trees. it came closer and he finally had a good view of what it was. myotismon was shocked at what he saw before him. A young woman not too short of his height wandered almost close to where he had stood. She wasn't a digimon humanoid womon, but a real human woman that seemed to be frightened and lost. she suddenly saw the dark outline of the shape of his body and started to back up in fear. "Who are you? Are you man or beast? Don't come any closer!" She exclaimed. Myotismon stepped closer to her to get good look at her appearance. She was a short-haired female with bluish hair and brown frightened eyes that were locked onto Myotismon's cold blue eyes. "Please. Do not be afraid of me, I am not like the monsters that savagely roam this island and attack for the pleasure of it. If you are lost, I will show you to place where you can stay and rest." Myotismon explained, hoping to get chance in this moment to sink his fangs into her. He did not want to hurt such an innocent creature, but it was his instinct. Yet, he could perhaps keep her at his castle for a good company until the time seemed right.

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