It must have been an odd sight to witness: the demonic digimon sunbathing against curve of a large rock. No way as comfortable as her bed she preferred, but it suit her current needs: preserving some energy and simply enjoying the warmth.
Gentle breeze of wind, birds, shaking leaves. The gunslinger enjoyed those beautiful sounds of nature - so different to the ambient of desert. Soothing, until new kind of sound appeared. Buzzing sound of wings that disturbed her sleepless rest. She was simply too tired to deal with any nuisance. Purple eyes opened lazily, and created a tired look at direction.
❝ ─ A bug? In my presence? ❞ || @super-shocker













