Beauteous Guardian

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by TujoThePanda

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Beauteous Guardian

   Set in the effervescent gleam of radiant splendor was the lightest color of ochre, cast reflectively betwixt black and white in monochrome and beclothed in the deepest blue slate of wear in attire. For there stood two between the narrow folds of a shallow copse of trees, enjoying a most esoteric company in gazing upon one another. In sharing such clandestine communion apart from those around them, there was a sense of expressed mutual compassion in admiration and regard for one another. By their lonesome, they stood in plain sight, yet were graciously veiled in what extending foliage wavered outwards from the branches of the trees or in the dense walls of leaves from what shrubbery grew freely about them. He, short, small, stocky, with a visibly apparent exuberance in youth and energy that marked his age as a boy. And she, tall, slender, curvaceous, beautiful, cast in what feminine charms in beauty and grace could be conveyed in such a beauteously alluring and yet ostensibly powerful creature.

    What tapered rays of sun light glimmered bright through the foliaged canopy overhead, casting a radiant glow of yellow against the reflective sheen about her form. For she was enveloped in the lightest color of ochre in what comprised her coat of fur, the brights of yellow offset only by what highlights were conveyed in the color of white along the tips of her ears and tail, about her stomach, bosom, and paws. Her face was noticeably elongated, her head sloping down in tapering to a point, ended by the small thick black nose that capped at its center. And with what protruding muzzle rounded outwards accommodated the fair width of her cheeks, whisped at either end by the softest strands of fur. Set atop of her head rose twin ears that extended outwards in complimenting what features were befitting that of a vulpine.

    What set her apart from what would have been considered to be the norm was her base look in appearance, shown in a rather otherworldly light. For, her body was...distordedly imbalanced in a few respects, set in stark contrast to those that surrounded her in passing fancy, and bordering on the outlandish. Those massive forepaws that served as her hands were far too thick and large for articulate precision in use, far more aligned with the finer points in fighting and defense. And her arms themselves were rather long, hanging low in accommodating such massive fore-paws and narrowing as they met the torso, and veiled only in what hardened cloth in material formed those great armlets hugging about her fur. Her chest, full in fluff and texture expanding outwards, its shape contrasted deeply against the sloping flat recess of her comparatively narrow and flat waistline. The dip filled out rather quickly with what expansive hips and thighs sloped outwards in curvaceous form and thickness, her form beheld in the shape of an hourglass. In standing tall, her digitgrade legs were planted flat and firm against the earthen soil below, haunched legs thick and powerful in raw strength and agile ability. And at her backside would her tail flow freely in swaying idly side to side, seemingly of its own accord. It was along either side of her shoulders that tufts of fur expanded outwards much in the same fashion of an avians plumage, whisped in the color of white at the very tips.

    Her eyes beheld an icy texture in tone and color, the cold look in her more subtle features almost telling of otherwise distantly reserved tendencies. It was tempered only by what genuine smile had curled her lips into a more friendly and affable grin, her smile thin yet visibly apparent as she seemed to relish in what company had been afforded by the other in being so close. And reaching out with an over sized paw, her thick paw pads ran through the boys fur in gentle caress, the show of compassion expressed in what empathy could be shared between them. And for a time, both remained silent and tactful in gazing upon one another in glowing warmth and tenderness, savoring the moment in a solitary moment of solace and reprieve.

    The excitement was apparent in his eyes as he looked to her with a sense of yearning, the desire to impress her, to get to know her, to connect with her, seemingly omnipresent. He was young, but the age of a small boy, his height matched in but a few feet in standing at about half of her length. And his look in appearance was that of a child of average build that was perhaps a little thicker about the middle, the strongly molded cheeks and muzzle fashioned into a wide face in matching the visage of a bear. Except, his coat of fur was cast in monochrome of black and white, veiled only partway by what wear in attire hugged about his torso and chubby waistline. Narrow shoulders accommodated a pair of relatively thick arms, ended with what yellowed leather fingerless gloves accentuated twin sets of thick digits.

    Black splotches of fur surrounded his eyes, shown bright in the color of azure blue in looking up to her, his lips cracked in a wide smile as he hailed her with exclaimed vigor. And his cheeks, wide much like her own in the apparent width of his face, tapered whisps of fur soft as silk splaying outwards like that of whiskers. And atop his head were set a pair of goggles fastened loosely about his temples, his thick black ears like ivory gilded in obsidian. What simple wear beclothed him was the hooded jacket that clung to his open torso, the sleeves rolled past the elbows to achieve a more distinctive look, his legs covered partway in the navy canvas blue shorts of a baggy construction in weave and pattern. A simple nub of a tail poked out discreetly from the back, thick and black, his thick foot-paws surrounded in a pair of socks encased by oversized plastic sneakers, his shoe-laces haphazardly tied in completing the look of a typical pre-teen.

    She was his choice guardian, in an almost otherworldly sense. And he, her trainer, that which had inadvertently called her to this world with the use of a most technologically mysterious device he held dear in open paw. For it was with the sacred device that had drawn her to him from afar like that of a marker, as she was the only one who had ventured forth in answering his call. Curiosity had overcome hesitation and ambivalence, and it was how they came to meet this day. But scant few hours had seen them in the dark dank depths of the “spire,” the ruined tower that hung in the public park of the city like an obelisk, marking the place like an ill omen. And it was there that he discovered what appeared like a break between worlds in which he gazed upon a place that appeared much like that of an endless paradise...but beheld in its lands monsters of wild and violently adverse origins. As a few emerged from the other side to attack him in coming forth, she had come to his rescue with the speed of a demon, and fell what creatures had attacked him without remorse.

    With a flurry of shards that materialized in the very air like ice conjured by magic, they shot down with the veracity of a volley of arrows, and felled those beasts and cast them to the dark. Her movements so calculative and precise, her agile fleet of feet in passing motion seeing to her grace and lithe manner of evasive glides. It was in her strike that with the thrust of her paws, she seemed to behold the power to crush bone and smash cartilage, and yet..as fearful as he was then, he received her in open arms as she carried him from the deep darkness. “A-arigato..” Was all he could say at first, until they exchanged words in places deemed safer than that below. It had made him wonder at the back of his mind, why the show of bravado and altruism in rescuing him..but all of that had been forgotten up until now.

    It was with the passing of a pleasant breeze that the canopies of foliage overhead began to sway, the rustling of leaves audibly apparent with the ruffled shrubbery and brush that joined it, thousand-fold blades of grass billowing with them. In standing amidst it all at the center of the modest clearing, the effect was almost surreal, just as the golden fox of flaxen fur seemed to meld into the surrounding stretch of wilderness and disappeared altogether with what wind-swept leaves were carried through to the other side. And it was then that the panda found himself by his lonesome, his friend and guardian suddenly gone and almost without warning. It wasn't until he began to hear the voices of others somewhere behind that he began to understand why it might have been she'd taken such rapid departure, but the sense of doubt and curiosity lingered. Had this all just been a dream, or...would she come back to him in time?

    Raising his open paw to glance over the incandescent glare of his gadgets screen, he winced as arbitrary data was relayed back to him in muted green text and numerical figures. The thing must have been busted, he thought. With a roll of his shoulders in a passing shrug, he turned to emerge from the veil of leaves and walked into the open sunlight amidst the rolling hills of the public park. Sauntering out in keeping to the cobblestone pathway, he made his way for him..it'd be something of a long walk. Unbeknownst to him, however, he was watched from afar by that who beheld an icy gaze, all the way until the other had all but faded from sight.

Commentary: So...I happen to still like digimon, for some reason. Enough that I'd actually go out of my way and role play some of the more tender and profound stories with certain rp partners of mine. Here, Koishi is depicted as a much younger incarnation of himself in being a child, who looks up to his savior and digimon guardian Renamon. Between school and play, he tries to live a semi-normal life with her in tow, contemplating the protection of the city from violent monsters that occasionally break the barrier and go on a rampage in their failure of understanding the nature of this world.

Renamon is (c) their owners, presumably Toei Animation and Saban Entertainment. But Koishi is mine..

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