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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 1:42:51 GMT
Life in the city is very tough. Everyone is trying to help themselves, helping no one but themselves. I mean, who could blame them, money was tight a lot of the time, and life moved at the speed of light. No one had time to help, even if they wanted to. As Drake looked at the skyline, he began to think back on the earliest days of his existence. Those were the day when he was just a little, defenseless Botamon trying to stay alive in the harsh city streets. It was hard, barely anyone would give him food, he couldn't exactly work for it either as he was just a baby. He looked at the small meal he was eating. It was a blessing that he had even made it this far, that he was still able to enjoy life even though it had thrown the book at him. It truly was a miracle. Suddenly, a cry rang out from the streets, interrupting his recollection of the past. He picked up his things and quickly ran outside.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 12:29:31 GMT
As the lone Digimon ran into the street, he saw something he did not expect. A Gazimon was robbing a group of various In-Training Digimon of their daily meal. Of course Drake could not let this stand. He had been stolen from many a time in his childhood by bigger, tougher Digimon looking for a meal. He couldn't exactly blame them, life was hard, and they felt an obligation to feed themselves and their family. Suddenly, the Gazimon turned to Drake with a fierce look in his eyes. A hungry look in his eyes. He began to stare the opposing dragon Digimon up and down, studying every single small detail it contained. He suddenly let loose a demand, "Give me food and I leave the kids alone." He extended a claw near one of the Digimon's, a Tokomon's, neck. Drake was given multiple options. He could give up some food to the Digimon and get out of this conflict unscathed, though he could also fight him, keep his food, and walk away a hero. Which would he choose?
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Post by Deleted on Mar 30, 2017 15:49:32 GMT
Before Drake could make his decision, the Gazimon charged at him with his claws extended. Drake knew that he had no choice now; if he wanted to protect these children, he had to fight. The Gazimon came at him, delivering a flurry of claw attacks, some of them hitting Drake. He could feel the sting they left after the hit burn into his flesh. It wan't very pleasant. Drake charged at him, fire leaking out of his mouth. He quickly shot at the enemy. "SPITFIRE," he yelled in a loud, angry voice. The ball of fire landed near the Gazimon, creating a massive inferno around his being. The Gazimon knew it had lost and quickly escaped, leaving the young babies behind. Drake walked to the small In-Training Digimon, holding the gash in his side. He didn't care about the injury, he just wanted to make sure that the young Digimon were okay. As he walked up to them, one began to speak. "T-thank you sir. Please take this." The young Digimon handed him a small apple. He quickly returned it. "This is very generous but... I don't need it. You guys have a good night." With that, he limped away quickly to try and mask his pain. That had really hurt. But he'd survive. At least he'd protected who he'd wanted to protect. Slowly, Drake walked to his home in the city streets.
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