06-19-2007, 10:22 AM
( This is for anyone to join, really. Set in a... 'pocket', so to speak; between the Digital and the Real world. I would garner to say that it looks like something out of the .Hack games, if you've ever played 'em. Those awkward, 'corrupt data' lands you visit from time to time. Not too sure if I have a plot at all yet. I just enjoy the creating of things. )
Static bristled across the line of the horizon, as if someone had brushed an unseen hand, smearing the clouds for a fraction of a second; distorting variables of sight... and it all recollected again. It was a periodic occurrence, though it seemed to have no set interval at which it happened. It was simply the nature of the place. Or at least... that is what he had come to believe by watching... which was all he really cared to do at that moment in time.
Blood-tinged tailed flicked idly back and forth as he crouched on that outcropping of rock... cliff... small mountain. Gray. Desolate. Crimson hues scanned out over the ominously quiet plain. Nothing but gray rubble; oddly colored tears in the world sparking with dulled colors appearing here; disappearing... another cycle. He stared blankly at the ruins of buildings in the distance. They were ghost like skyscrapers... fragments of what they would have been in the Real world.
The altered Fangmon scritched his claws against the stone he perched upon and let his gaze lift back to the horizon as another flash of static marred the awkwardly beautiful sky. ... And that was when he moved. Finally. ... Rising from his outcropping, his vantage point; he slid down the slope to meet the hard ground on all fours. Slowly he pushed himself back onto his hind legs and progressed. Destination? Not really known. Toward those ruined buildings and possibly beyond. This place was far too interesting, and smelled faintly like home.