Learning Focus [Sci/closed]

In retrospect, perhaps a jungle in the Southern Tropics wasn't the safest place to be wandering around. Granted, it was easy to feel this was beneath her notice - after triumphing over the prison and facing death itself, how dangerous could a simple walk in the forest be? Having spent most of her life near a thicker forest, K definitely knew better than to take it lightly.

In all likelihood, though, K was probably distracted by this newfound thought of meditation. In trying to push everything out of her mind, to listen to the voices in her head, she might feel like she had to separate herself from the world. Still, despite her strength?

Compared to one who lived in the forest, the Renamon was probably way out of her depth.

It wouldn't be in a clearing or in any particular area, but at some point, K might pick up the sound of hissing air, somewhere off to her right. And unless she immediately ducked, the fox would feel a sharp pain in her right side, caused by a several inch green needle aimed just in front of that cloak. Should she have felt that needle sunk in, the fox might have had time to pull it out and look at it, before her eyelids would grow very heavy.

Unfortunately for the Renamon, whoever or whatever attacked her had the sense not to come into the clearing until its prey was fully incapacitated. At this point, she might notice a heavier ruffling of the foliage around, but her attacker would not come into sight. No: she'd be left on that makeshift path, first falling to her knees, then likely over in a slump, falling unconscious in the several seconds that followed.

The Renamon had only one blessing: it hadn't been night.

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Perhaps to her surprise, the Renamon would eventually awaken. The venom still in her system left her in a definitive, groggy state, but it would be enough to get a sense around her. For one, the fox would see a faint motion of leaves in the background, but very little light perking through: it was the dead of night, the only light coming from Jesmon's crest on her arm.

If she would try to move, though, K would realize that her fate hadn't been that simple. Her arms were held off to her side, and her legs held below, ankles held together. A thick, white thread with a greenish tinge had been wrapped around each... as well as several sections of her torso.

Yes, K was strung up in a spider's powerful webbing. If she looked below, she'd see her captor, a Dokugumon (X) resting on the web several feet down, currently inspecting another piece of bundled webbing. Each of its steps left a vibration in the web. Though...

... As she was, the Renamon might feel helpless. This green thread, in stark contrast to the white the rest of the web was made of, was seeping a simple paralytic into her. Not enough to seal movement, but enough to make any Rookie technique fizzle in uselessness. Though, would K know that?

The Dokugumon might have been feral, but that didn't make it any less capable. In fact, it made the spider quite perceptive to several senses the fox might have never thought of, like vibrations in the web itself. K's attempted 'Displacement' had failed, but the shift was enough to send a noticeable ripple across the web. Previously occupied, the Dokugumon gave a surprised, questioning hiss, its yellow helmet and green eyes turning to the source. Was this one trying to get away?

Then she just volunteered to be at the front of the line. Abandoning that other heap of webbing, the mass falling limply to the ground, the Dokugumon stepped up the web, easily moving from line to line, until it would be bearing right down over the trapped Renamon, its mandibles clicking just several inches away. Looking square at the fox, with a small click inside, another mass of poisonous thread start to spread over. This time?

He was making the effort to encapsulate her completely.

This way, there would be no surprises for the insect. The Dokugumon was used to the surprised, pleading look of its prey, and K was no different. The spider cared not, nor for the attempted Displacement, as that webbing started to work over the last few bits of her fur, eyes, and ears. She was soon bound, unable to even see her attacker.

There would be a moment of pause, as the motion in the web noted that Dokugumon was moving - not away, but to position himself closer. The Dokugumon wasted no time: it would strike forward at that hapless Renamon, fangs piercing through the cocoon to lock across her back and stomach. Should they sink in, the spider would keep hold, side mandibles further chipping away at her shoulder and leg. No doubt was left for the spider's intent: left uncontested, her fate would be similar to the small bundle of webbing the spider had abandoned earlier.

Of course, K's self-introspection wasn't going to help her so much, nor would it stop the spider from feeding on its prey. Practiced as it was, the Dokugumon's jaws were locked right around where a Renamon's core would be, which would be just about where K's multiple cores resided: right near the middle of her chest, just at the bottom of the ribs.

The spider knew, with most, that the struggling would stop soon: its poison-laced fangs were already deep within its prey. And so, he'd started to siphon, that familiar blue glow growing around the spider's fangs. K's body would soon grow cold, data pulled away from her frame, as well as her core, siphoned into the spider's own frame. In a higher form, she might have been an ample feast, but as a Renamon K wasn't too much different from her kin, at least not yet. In fact, the spider was entering its last steps in taking this fox:

Left like this, the Renamon might be forced to slip down into a weaker form only after a few seconds. And with the jaws around the center of her data, she wouldn't be spared that grip...

Just another catch.

If the Dokugumon could talk, that might be the thought in its head. The title of Knight meant nothing; the Jesmon and Examon meant nothing, the encouragement from the Mikemon back in the city meant nothing. Though the smaller form was no longer in contact with the Dokugumon's webbing, that was little more than a consolation for the Viximon in way over her head. The spider figured its prey completely helpless, even if it could still squirm in its grip.

One small movement of the fangs shifted the grip: instead of holding K between those draining fangs, the Viximon would instead be held right inside, trapped between those mandibles. Pulling the in-training form free of the webbing, the Dokugumon gave a hiss, groaning around K's ears.

She had but a moment: head tilting up, he made the effort to swallow this weaker form!

Ugh, what an annoyance.

The Dokugumon's hypothetical thought filled his mind, as that Viximon had finally been taken in. She was just one of several in the forest to him - no, his frustration was more personal. Not even feeling the struggles of that catch, the spider turned around in the web, trotting back down to that first fallen heap. He'd already had secured a meal for the day - the Renamon was meant for the following day. But his fangs had already torn into this first one before - poking it with a foot, seeing remnants of the data flicker out, the spider gave a growl.

This catch had expired before he could drain it.

For a forest creature, a lost meal was a bit of a monumental matter, but it only proved as a footnote of how much the Viximon mattered in this moment. In half a minute, she'd have gone through the air in her lungs - half a minute after that, she'd fall unconscious.

Should she fall here, there would be no way for the cores to scatter...