05-15-2003, 02:00 PM
I dont own digimon.
NC-17, a lemon. Not ment for anyone under the age of 18.
Dark fic, semi-rape, Ken x Kimeramon AU
Im evil
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By Clockwok_Knight
E-Mail-Wind_voyager@yahoo.com
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Drug
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Silver Door Saga P1-chp 1 AU
The air was damp and thick with the smell of dead things, some how familiar and frightening at the same time.
How long had it been since he had set foot inside the deep forbidding fortress of stone, too long.
He pulled the thin cloak around his thin frame as he slowly entered the gapping maw, the ancient wooden gateway having long rotted away. Leaving the fortress open to the harsh elements. Withered leaves blew across the scared stone floor among the desiccated remains of creatures long the walls. The sad remains of a war long over.
Ken shivered, he had forgotten all about this place of nightmares as he side stepped a skeleton.
He always came back, came back crawling on his hands and knees before the creature he had created.
Came back to it every time, crawling on the dusty floor of the cavernous hold like a slave coming to its master. He was supposed to be the master, him, the former Kaiser of the digital world.
Even now in the dark musty halls were frameless pictures hung on empty walls and dust gathered in corners, he could feel it. Feel its very presence every were in the maze of dark shadowy halls and rooms.
Time had still here, held in thrall by forces of the moon and stone so nothing moved in the fortress that was slowly crumbling to the relentless growth of the primal forest that over ran much of the smaller structures.
This place was forbidding and cold as the day he left it a year ago. He left it and the thing he hated so much, along with the mantel of Kaiser.
It called him back to the old fortress he had forgotten about .
The mind contained in the shell of patchwork parts was powerful and eclipsing, suffocating him in cold darkness, pulling him from the faint light that he clung to so desperately. It had called him back, after all this time he had forgotten but it had not.
The very creature he had created.
He never told anyone, hiding his own fear behind rage he could bare like a whip.
A cold dark fear welled up inside. He felt sick as a cold nausea washed over him in a wave, it was calling him.
Clutching his hands over his ears and squeezing his eyes tightly closed, it would not relent.
His world fell away to a spinning darkness, Ken tried to grasp at the edges it as it crumbled to dust as the darkness came flying up to met him. His cry of terror was cut off as it engulfed his mind like a wet blanket, suffocating and cold to the touch, surrounding his skin with a sticky wetness and stench of something rotten and old.
He twisted and squirmed in the grasp of what held him though he knew he could not escape it, not now, not ever.
He could smell it before he ever saw it, the smell of rotten things and a thick oily musk of its body as its closed around him none to gently as its pulled him into its own mind.
Ken gasped, trying to breath past the smell, clawing at the cold stone floor that comprised this floor.
It loomed from the darkness, moving with a fluid grace that belied its construction. Its large dark leathery wings folded across its long muscular back. Once, when he had first created it, it had been a mix of colors, now all faded to a deep dusky black except its eyes. Dark red eyes that stared through you.
Kimeramon was vaguely draconic, large black scales covered its lean body. Its fore arms were too long, the back legs powerful and short. Patches of long silky fur covered its back and a line of thick silky fur traveled under both sides of its jaw and under its neck, down its belly to just before its hips.
It was a terrifyingly beautiful thing.
Its head was long and skeletal, a pair of curling ram horns on either side, perched on a short but strong neck.
Everything about it was a giant puzzle, created from bits and pieces of other Digimon, much like Doctor Frankenstein
NC-17, a lemon. Not ment for anyone under the age of 18.
Dark fic, semi-rape, Ken x Kimeramon AU
Im evil
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By Clockwok_Knight
E-Mail-Wind_voyager@yahoo.com
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Drug
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Silver Door Saga P1-chp 1 AU
The air was damp and thick with the smell of dead things, some how familiar and frightening at the same time.
How long had it been since he had set foot inside the deep forbidding fortress of stone, too long.
He pulled the thin cloak around his thin frame as he slowly entered the gapping maw, the ancient wooden gateway having long rotted away. Leaving the fortress open to the harsh elements. Withered leaves blew across the scared stone floor among the desiccated remains of creatures long the walls. The sad remains of a war long over.
Ken shivered, he had forgotten all about this place of nightmares as he side stepped a skeleton.
He always came back, came back crawling on his hands and knees before the creature he had created.
Came back to it every time, crawling on the dusty floor of the cavernous hold like a slave coming to its master. He was supposed to be the master, him, the former Kaiser of the digital world.
Even now in the dark musty halls were frameless pictures hung on empty walls and dust gathered in corners, he could feel it. Feel its very presence every were in the maze of dark shadowy halls and rooms.
Time had still here, held in thrall by forces of the moon and stone so nothing moved in the fortress that was slowly crumbling to the relentless growth of the primal forest that over ran much of the smaller structures.
This place was forbidding and cold as the day he left it a year ago. He left it and the thing he hated so much, along with the mantel of Kaiser.
It called him back to the old fortress he had forgotten about .
The mind contained in the shell of patchwork parts was powerful and eclipsing, suffocating him in cold darkness, pulling him from the faint light that he clung to so desperately. It had called him back, after all this time he had forgotten but it had not.
The very creature he had created.
He never told anyone, hiding his own fear behind rage he could bare like a whip.
A cold dark fear welled up inside. He felt sick as a cold nausea washed over him in a wave, it was calling him.
Clutching his hands over his ears and squeezing his eyes tightly closed, it would not relent.
His world fell away to a spinning darkness, Ken tried to grasp at the edges it as it crumbled to dust as the darkness came flying up to met him. His cry of terror was cut off as it engulfed his mind like a wet blanket, suffocating and cold to the touch, surrounding his skin with a sticky wetness and stench of something rotten and old.
He twisted and squirmed in the grasp of what held him though he knew he could not escape it, not now, not ever.
He could smell it before he ever saw it, the smell of rotten things and a thick oily musk of its body as its closed around him none to gently as its pulled him into its own mind.
Ken gasped, trying to breath past the smell, clawing at the cold stone floor that comprised this floor.
It loomed from the darkness, moving with a fluid grace that belied its construction. Its large dark leathery wings folded across its long muscular back. Once, when he had first created it, it had been a mix of colors, now all faded to a deep dusky black except its eyes. Dark red eyes that stared through you.
Kimeramon was vaguely draconic, large black scales covered its lean body. Its fore arms were too long, the back legs powerful and short. Patches of long silky fur covered its back and a line of thick silky fur traveled under both sides of its jaw and under its neck, down its belly to just before its hips.
It was a terrifyingly beautiful thing.
Its head was long and skeletal, a pair of curling ram horns on either side, perched on a short but strong neck.
Everything about it was a giant puzzle, created from bits and pieces of other Digimon, much like Doctor Frankenstein
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