Post by pyral on Jul 23, 2010 20:15:03 GMT -8
Pyral was somewhat frustrated with his lifestyle, not because it was taxing and seemed to have no purpose, but because it led him to this hell hole. 'No, It's not a hell, because even a hell would be a warm welcome compared to this. Key thought being warm,' His eyes flitted about as he silently considered his situation. Thinking wasn't the digimon's strong suit though, so in a matter a minutes he was back to the present where he suddenly set a damp tree limb aflame for it getting in his way. The wild-data fizzled for a moment before the 'damp' data informed the fire that it was very illogical in such a location. Pyral let out hisses of disapproval as he muttered, "In the human world that would have smoldered under my power." It seemed as if his every encounter with the digital world ended in similar rants, cursing his world of origin while praising the one he was sword against.
The swamp, which Pyral had only heard of in passing, was nothing like he imagined it would be. The gross territory was one that Pyral was intent on avoiding for the rest of his life. His face contorted as he thought of his 'lifespan'. It was completely undefined it felt like and he wasn't even sure how 'old' he was currently. Humans had interesting points of view that had FlameWizardmon thinking more than he had his entire life through, but it was probably a good development for him. Before, Pyral had been too absorbed in his own life and ended up making himself miserable over it. Miserable and a crazy outcast. But with this cause, the cause of the Digi|Destined, he wasn't just a fiery digimon seeking destruction, he was an agent of a new future. At least that was how he liked to refer to it privately.
Pulling up his over-sized match from his side, Pyral hit a few dangling strands of greenery from his path as he advanced further. Smirking slightly at his progress, Pryal remembered when he first came into contact with matches in the human world. "I wonder how they burn a lot of things at once with those tiny little things," His face turned to an expression that was somewhat whimsical in comparison to his usual appearance. Satisfied with his match, Pyral slipped in back in the holster as his side and burst through a particularly thick section of foliage in the swamp to find a peaceful looking alcove. The ground was still soggy and the trees were still drippy, but Pyral was thankful for the short break in his foraging.
He didn't waste much time before settling to the ground, laying back with a contented sigh. It did feel rather nice to him to free his mind and focus only on relaxation. In that unspoiled moment he cast his thoughts to the future: where he would head, how long it would be before he did some more work for the digi's, and what kind of a digimon he'd end up being through it all.