By Moon and Sun [Holly]
Aug 10, 2019 15:29:04 GMT
Post by Kitt on Aug 10, 2019 15:29:04 GMT
The stars spilled over the island, so much that not even the crescent moonlight could drown it out. Some humans would worry about mythological beings like werewolves or vampires on nights like this. But much like the rest of the Digital World, fictional creatures such as them were not deemed unordinary that what human fiction could devise. After all, who would expect a fortress suspended in the air?
A cloaked figure walked in silence, listening for sounds with caution. Despite being a little past midnight, where Digimon should be asleep, there was still a bit activity in the fortress. A few windows were still lit up by lights in the front entrance, but the back side however was completely dark however, void of any light.
"This is perfect," the figure said.
A bushy tail appeared from the figure's cloak, swishing left and right; the tail belonging to a Spadamon's From what they've heard, the flying fortress known as Vandor Tower belonged to a group of Digimon known as the Knights of the Rose. Having a base of solitude like that meant that this place had some untold special valuables, most likely locked away in the vault in the deepest interior of the fortress. But if that was the case, then it must me guarded with the toughest, most powerful of security. But even so, they had to get tired eventually.
The cloaked Spadamon went into his utility belt, taking a grappling hook out of one of his pouches. After looking for any openings, he finally spotted a dark, open window, with no one occupying the room thankfully. He aimed the grappling hook at the window, closing one eye to pinpoint the accuracy. He fired, the hook snatching on to the window ledge.
He darted his eyes around one more time, making sure that no one was seeing him. After that, he pulled the trigged of the grapple, which lifted him slowly upwards. Seeing how high the fortress was from the ground. It may take a minute or three until he reached towards the opening. No matter. Since he was still in the clear, he had all the patience in the world...
A cloaked figure walked in silence, listening for sounds with caution. Despite being a little past midnight, where Digimon should be asleep, there was still a bit activity in the fortress. A few windows were still lit up by lights in the front entrance, but the back side however was completely dark however, void of any light.
"This is perfect," the figure said.
A bushy tail appeared from the figure's cloak, swishing left and right; the tail belonging to a Spadamon's From what they've heard, the flying fortress known as Vandor Tower belonged to a group of Digimon known as the Knights of the Rose. Having a base of solitude like that meant that this place had some untold special valuables, most likely locked away in the vault in the deepest interior of the fortress. But if that was the case, then it must me guarded with the toughest, most powerful of security. But even so, they had to get tired eventually.
The cloaked Spadamon went into his utility belt, taking a grappling hook out of one of his pouches. After looking for any openings, he finally spotted a dark, open window, with no one occupying the room thankfully. He aimed the grappling hook at the window, closing one eye to pinpoint the accuracy. He fired, the hook snatching on to the window ledge.
He darted his eyes around one more time, making sure that no one was seeing him. After that, he pulled the trigged of the grapple, which lifted him slowly upwards. Seeing how high the fortress was from the ground. It may take a minute or three until he reached towards the opening. No matter. Since he was still in the clear, he had all the patience in the world...
