@esbeastcannon.bsky.social

She could never understand someone who willingly chooses solitude, and hermit-like conditions.

The succubus believes she can warm him up to enjoying some more socializing, and entertaining her in the process. Even if it may be a one sided affair . . . ✨

“Harnessing spirits…that could be quite a few people, and a good amount of them are threats to ordinary humans.

Do you have any leads?”

Talbain is, admittedly, taken aback by this small child(?) jumping around him and excitedly expositing.

Eventually, a huge paw reaches down to grab him by his helmet.

“Stop that. Now.”

"In that case, it's good to meet you, Taomon."

He'd nod, shaking the holy Digimon's paw before resting it back at his side.

"What brings you to this area, if you don't mind me asking?"

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” He offers a huge paw to the holy Digimon. “Jon Talbain, and you are?”

“And you as well. I can sense it, even if you’re unlike any monster or demon I’ve seen before.”

“And protected, from any that would seek to disturb it.”

"Agreed. A rarity in these times."

-before pouncing towards Soma. With arms outstretched, he aimed to dig those very same claws into the young man’s shoulders, potentially keeping HIM pinned were it to land.

Bestial senses were on high alert to his adversary’s movements. The moment he caught a glimpse of something being flung his way, his claws were at the ready.

With a couple of grunts he sliced at the incoming web twice, cutting it apart like a wet paper bag.

“TRICKS WON’T SAVE YOU!” He roared out,

His fangs chomped down with hardly any resistance, turning a portion of that bone to a splintered mess.

Without skipping a beat, his body twisted and leaned slightly to the side. An outstretched leg swung in an arc, attempting to strike at Soma’s abdomen full force.

-Eventually,

-Finally, practically foaming at the mouth, the werewolf would suddenly lash out towards Soma with both fang and claw.

"Silence!" He shouted, although it was unclear whether that was directed towards Soma or not. Regardless, a second hand came up to hold at his head. As much as he'd try to keep himself in control, around someone as powerful as the stranger in front of him, it would prove to be a fool's errand.-

-sensation, as though he were facing down the one and only Vampire Savior once more. His bestial instincts began running wild, and another hand rose up to his head as he groaned in agony.

With a guttural growl, two yellow eyes pierced the darkness. Soon, a hulking beast of blue and white fur emerged, one hand clutching the side of his head. He looked to be in pain, or fighting something.

“You…” He managed to speak. “You reek of blood, of a dark power.” It was an all too familiar-