A Ruin Day with a Ruined Stay [Bero / Ooi]

A personal mission. What a rare objective for Bero. The sand was stuck in his cloak, the sun had beat down on his black form and heated it quite a lot, But heat didn’t trouble Bero quickly. He had been travelling through the Folder Desert for a while now. No matter how much travelling he did in it, it remained dull and empty. Well, such was to be expected for a desert. Had Bero been smarter, he’d have brought with him some kind of cover to compensate for how his black fur liked to gather heat very easily. But despite all the lack of preparation and the beating sun, Bero had made it close to his destination.

The ruins jutted high above the sands and dunes surrounding them, slanted structures and shifted buildings as far as Bero’s rookie eyes could see ahead of him. Ancient lores, stories, treasures and the like rested here. The imposing aura befitted all the hidden secrets, almost as if a dark cloud of pure information and secrecy wafted out from the structures into the ever expanding desert around, which gladly swallowed up all that information and made it lost to time and sand. Bero’s eyes stared at the structures on the horizon, a mix of determination and tire governing his actions and causing him to stand still as he did.

Freedom, it was such a hard thing to chase down and feel in earnest, when there was always the threat of not being the strongest in the area. Bero felt this weight of restriction given by the world and it’s very laws weight him down ever since the very moment his blue fires became the cape around him. So he quested to become the strongest. He still lives in that quest, as long as it has been, but an important part of that was knowing how far strength went. He was not about ready to change his methods for some fairy tale.

But knowing how far his methods would have to take him and what powers lurked beyond the sight of normal civilian rookies and those who’d accrue power was vital to Bero. He didn’t care if he was the strongest Digimon in the city or region. If there was some hidden force stronger than him, he’d have to overcome that too before he could be free. Never a fan of Ignorance is bliss, Bero had set out to acquire the knowledge necessary to set his goals.

Bero had had enough of standing on the dune he was on, looking at the ruins and introspection. Never a fan of the stuff, but long journeys through unfriendly terrain was enough to drive anyone mad. Bero put one foot forward and one back and made a small hop, sand shifting under his feet before being kicked up in the air in small splashed of little yellow bits of data occupying the air. His feet fell back into the sand and instantly the sand pushed itself aside into dents caused by his feet, although his strategic jump caused the sand to roll more than the small dents initially created. Rolling around his feet, he felt the sand shift around his scales as gravity took him sliding down the side of the Dune, his speed picking up and his cloak lifting in the wind and kicked up sand his surfing left behind him. The sounds of rushing wind and shifting sands hit Bero’s ears, a very constant sound that was easily ignored in favour for one’s own focus and thoughts. His expression didn’t change as he saw sparkles and bits of sand pass by him, surfing down the dune to the edge of the ruins, close to the entrances of the ruins.

Sandblasted structures shone or didn’t shine at all near to Bero’s location, Looming over him with clear size. With proximity, the daunting nature of the ruins had only grown, in Bero’s eyes though, all this history and valuable architecture was just inanimate insignificance. He walked past it, his cloak brushing past one of the structure’s pillars, his body cooling off notably the moment he could find shade from the ruin’s pillars. He would not wait in the shadow for long, but it would help himself to remain in some shade for a bit.