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“... Good morning.”

#[ HELLO?? IS THIS THING ON???? ]#[ guess who has login information AND saw the Frontier anniv stuff? Also finished with college and going NUTS ]

kenro199x

#gif #☼ Records of Flame ◇Aesthetic

"No problem-... wait!!" Kumamon interrupted himself at the sudden realization, "If your temperature gets in the way then where's the fun in throwing snowballs at you?" He teased.

⋗ “I believe your ‘fun’ would be in the resulting element being thrown directly at me. Even if you should not be able to pelt me with snowballs, I am sure the resulting water would be interesting enough...” It was, at least, a fair idea to offer an advantage to still play the little game. “Although I am not always wreathed in flame, no? I believe it would still have its merits, however. Not to mention, would my snowballs not be larger than your body? All is fair in love and war-- even should the war be between friends in a snowball fight.”

#polarbearkid #[ he's hung up on not being able to throw them. his fingers are waY TOO THIN TO PAcK THEM PROPERLY I M \#☼ Words from the mouth of the Beast ◇Response (ask response)

POOR AGRAY CANT MAKE SNOWBALLS HE HEATS UP THE SNOW AROUND HIM

#[ HES SO UPSET ABOUT IT HE CANT PLAY WITH HIS FRIEND!! ]#fallingdarknesswarrior #☼ Words from the mouth of the Beast ◇Response (ask response)

Hours, days, time itself trickled down, staining the ground the way the molten liquid dripped from his maw whenever he opened it. Fire burst forth from his eyes, melting down into ichor that pooled against his mask, overflowing in flame-born tearstains to mingle with the glame in his mouth. A force of nature; a force of destruction.

For one borne of the world, it was his duty to return unto it. In his flame-licked state, it wasn’t enough to take his eventual end lightly. No, there was something that had to be destroyed, an ancient force that threatened the very earth and all he knew and held dear; time. It ate at every surface, this invisible plague, and drowned out any hope of continuing as things were. He was never vain, but he could not let go of how great he was. The regard the Warriors held in those that believed in them, that cheered them on as they worked up from being less than dirt. Those moments, they were in the distant past. They will never happen again. The Warriors would not be needed-- yet they could do something about time itself, should they unite.

Unite..... Once more, for the first time in eons............. against a common foe.

It was an idea too good to be true! Of course, he could go to the next land over, begin his recruiting with his companion, erase time itself!

With immense effort, he lifted his hulking body up, a wave of liquid fire cascading down from the ancient stone platform he slept on. His wings were too burnt, too damaged to fly him, having been consumed in the raging inferno atop his back, the once calm glow from soft feathers being replaced as the tendrils licked at his armor. A long walk, yes, but necessary. They would end the suffering of the masses once more, and cleanse the world of the construct known as ‘time’.

#[ path: execute -- 𝕄 𝕖 𝕝 𝕥 𝕕 𝕠 𝕨 𝕟 ]#[ hHEHGH *I* am the storytelling gremlin on this account and I get to make the bad decisions ]#[ essentially; he's Not Doing All That Great and probably shouldn't be moving around ]

How long had he been asleep for? He couldn’t tell from a look at the sky anymore, or the position of the stars; everything seemed to haze together. The dragon sat under the starry sky (or was it infinitesimally sunny, where every star no matter the distance shone as brilliant as their own?), eyes half-lidded, staring into the middle distance.

The pillars surrounding him hummed, their ancient energy stirring for the first time in a millennia-- or was it eerily silent, the natural cadence of the desert ringing in his ears. Everything, everything began melting together-- the sky, the earth, time itself wove up and over, winding in its own circle as the ancient beast sought to simply exist. Maybe it would have been a better idea, to have taken to the skies and prevented this from happening.

Should it have been inevitable though, this would have been the outcome either way. It almost felt like the way things should go, despite the confusion he was undergoing.

Everything was on fire. Everything in his being was consumed by flame, licking his ribs and cascading over his spine. He was burning up, he could understand, but there was not much he could do for the smoke gently kindling at his maw, a gentle flame at the back of his throat that threatened to overtake him.

In this stupor of timelessness, he waited. Something would come, he knew it-- it always happened when he was at his weakest, when he could do naught to protect his world. What good is this Warrior if he wasn’t even able to defend that which he was born to protect?

#[ path: execute -- 𝕄 𝕖 𝕝 𝕥 𝕕 𝕠 𝕨 𝕟 ]#unreality warning .#[ hee hee hoo hoo Here We Gooooo ]

( from Kumamon. ) "Sup Greymon mah dude. how about a snowball fight?"

⋗ The sudden appearance was unexpected, but not unwanted. Even when addressing the other, he still had to arch his neck far enough to look down at the other.

“That would be enjoyable, yes,” he replies, the grin across his features genuine, if not a bit threatening simply for being from a massive godsdamned dragon. “I do not think my own temperature would get in the way, if you were looking to pelt spheres of ice and snow at me. Have at you!”

#[ you know this made me think. would AGrey even know how. would he know how to make a snowball ]#polarbearkid

Something drove him to change his next destination abruptly. While the Continent of Ice would have been a joy to travel to for the first time in presumed years, it didn’t feel right. It would be unfair, for an everlasting blaze to take refuge on the tundra. Who knows, he told himself, it may be safer for that land if he dared not approach.

Why would that be so important as to take over his normal thoughts?

Flying, feeling the wind caress his wings, he gently turned course to his own home; the heart of the desert. The Continent of Flame will always be his home, no matter how far he travels or how long he stays elsewhere. The long spans where he’d be in the company of his partner, or when he’d leave to exist in other lands; a nomadic soul at heart, yet the call to return home pulled strong.

With a less-than-stellar landing, he decides to walk the rest of the way. Another day’s walk and he should be at the entrance to the ruins he called home. Well, home away from Flame Town and his abode there. A home a world away from what many would call ‘home’ these days.

Another cough; another cloud of smoke, wreathed in flame. The ache in his joints returned with the strength of an inferno, engulfing him from the inside. Not a matter to think on, he thought, ‘tis simply the blaze of a homecoming.

#[ path: execute -- 𝕄 𝕖 𝕝 𝕥 𝕕 𝕠 𝕨 𝕟 ]

biscuitsarenice

Lava into Sea

#gif.#☼ Records of Flame ◇Aesthetic

Should it have actually been just age, he would not have to worry. He’d be free of the world’s curse, free to let himself exist as a normal Digimon bound once more to the chain of time. A new kind of solace, mortality became. Aeons of existence, a force to guard the planet, living in an age of peace. Before, they had the luxury of resting-- but the reason they came to be was still alive, resting, in the Dark Area. With no threat, what was a weapon of the world to do?

Simply rest. That would do for now. Sitting at the precipice of a mountain that overlooked the great field surrounding the magnificent castle of Ophanimon’s choir, AncientGreymon found himself feeling infinitesimally small under the night sky. He drew his wings closer, to the protest of his shoulders and back.

The unrest in his body, though, burned. His joints went from the dull ache of the previous day to a gentle burn, not unlike being burned by his own flame. Fascinating, he found himself thinking. Could quenching his own fire become a hassle, should he not calm down further? Practically melting into his resting spot, he took a deep breath, letting it all flow out.

It seemed to work, leaving him at more peace than before with nary more than a puff of smoke leaving his mouth. The next day, he would take another trip. It was pleasant here, on the continent of angels, but it was high time he checked on other places. His own pilgrimage, he fancied.

#[ path: execute -- 𝕄 𝕖 𝕝 𝕥 𝕕 𝕠 𝕨 𝕟 ]#[ :3c intensifies ]

"You would not be the first to question such things," the angel said, their voice appearing from seemingly nowhere. Though unlike its omnipresent tone of old, it sounded... distant, almost tired. "Are even we, pillars of existence itself, subject to its whims and wear? I despise to admit the trembling of my wings and the dulling of my feathers, for one who claimed to be outside of time..." They sighed, and stared into the distance for a long, quiet moment. "... Basically is getting old is shit."

⋗ “You have had the privilege of being brought into this world of your own way, not to serve as a weapon” he rumbles. “The world was kind to you in that regard. I know not if a creature such as myself could even age normally, given the circumstances. Being borne of the world’s will, shaped by it, brought to fruition-- is ‘getting old’ something that can simply happen to one such as us Warriors? Or have I simply not moved my body in so long that I have turned to stone in my own absence.” His chuckle was low, pitched to the earth itself.

“Nay, I jest. It is nice to hear a friend in similar light. Mayhap we are just old.”

#morningstarlucemon

A rather quiet day in the Digital world, thankfully. To his knowledge, balance had been restored, and the land properly healing during his rest; he couldn’t ask for anything better. Even now, resting near a creek that babbled gently in his ear deep in Ophanimon’s territory, he could feel it more than ever. If anything, it reinvigorated him, brought him to want to circle the world as he used to oh so long ago. His body, however, told him to remain, that he was tired and should take his time in getting up.

“Maybe I am just getting old,” he grumbles. The teasing could be true, but it wouldn’t get rid of the dull ache or sudden pain of his joints as he moved. How could a creation of the very world itself be brought to his knees like this?

#[ hehheee hoohooo I've thought of this for a while but. gonna go right through with it :))) ]#[ path: execute -- 𝕄 𝕖 𝕝 𝕥 𝕕 𝕠 𝕨 𝕟 ]

*whispers of an ancient horror.* the peeled watermelon. A peeled watermelon parade. Peeled watermelons by the tens and dozens.

#he remembers anon.#he never forgets.

"You mane is made of fire or is it hair?" Daisuke mad a really tough question, but he was curious about that. (hi, i moved accounts! - Ni )

⋗ “That is... an interesting question. Although, you would not be the first to ask, as surprising as that may sound.”

“I have been informed by Bokomon that some ancient texts depict it as flame. From the sound of it, the ancient legends vary from region to region-- although it leads to some... interesting tales, such as this. It remains to be said that it does not catch fire when I engulf myself in it, but that act may just be the reasoning behind it. Very literal hot-headedness can lead to a consistent flame, if I am not careful.”

#[ stares at that Agnimon art. why do you gotta end in flame and confuse me ]#digitaladventurers

*gives a hug.* so cute!

⋗ “A-ah?”

The arms of the small, anonymous being wrapped around his neck best they could, barely breaching the curve of his massive frame. It felt as if they reached further yet, but that was likely from his seated position.

#☼ Words from the mouth of the Beast ◇Response (ask response)

pets his giant beak. he's a good giant fire beast god.

⋗ He doesn’t know how to react to all the contact today; much more than he’s used to. Still, that ‘goofy’, terrifying smile remains, leaning in ever so slightly to the touch of the other’s hand.

#[ ASKS BROKEN I CANT MAKE THEM FANCY ANYMORE CRIES ]#amberenigma

*attempts to boop AncientGreymon's nose.*

⋗ He’s only barely grasped the concept of a ‘boop’ from previous encounters, but he still breaks into his (rather terrifying) equivalent of a smile regardless! He’ll learn sometime what booping is about!

#☼ Words from the mouth of the Beast ◇Response (ask response)

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