A New Existance (Open)

[Tristan Carter]

Tristan was running. What was he running from? Well, his former family. His old friends. Everything that tied him to his old life. Well, he wasn't exactly running anymore. He had simply fled to Japan. It wasn't really legal, but it got him away; that was something to be truly grateful for.

The boy gave a look around the area he found himself in right now. It was a fairly large town, if not a city, from what the young American could tell. He had been in Japan for only a month, and he still had difficulty judging the size of towns. He had been able to circumvent the walls around the cities easily, but he still couldn't get a scope of size.

He went around the city, checking out the sights. He got a few odd looks from the natives, but nothing he hdn't come to expect. However, something strange and unusual was happening. Something that the young boy could never expect.

Something was waiting for him outside the wall.

[Corvus]

WARNING! 
Wild Digimon Appeared! 

Gururumon! Level: Champion Attribute: Vaccine Health: Low

I have...I have to find...it. Have to...get there...somehow. He's still....

Shallow, labored breaths shook the Gururumon's huge chest, heaving away under his blood-matted fur far too quickly to be healthy, and no matter how hard he tried to muffle his rasping gasps it was only a matter of time before some sharp eyed human caught sight of him dragging his battered form through one of the tiny back alleys close to the wall. Smaller, less imposing walls bit into his shoulders as he shambled on, the scrape and squeeze almost too tight with the human's buildings pressing against his sides, but the tight fit did nothing to deter him. He was on a mission - his last mission - and he would be damned if he stopped now, pressing onward and ignoring the smears of red on the brick in his wake.

By now, the Champion was barely even aware of his injuries, though he knew in the back of his mind they were severe...and not the kind he was likely to recover from in this life, whether a group of tamers cornered him or not. There was no coming back from the heavy numbness seeping into him, yet every time he felt himself slipping away, threatening to dissolve into shreds of data right there, the wolf clenched his jaw and forced another paw forward, and then another. He knew what was coming, but he wouldn't let himself die without setting his eyes on that place...the place where they met... Wait...wait for me...master....

Even when his paw slipped on a stray trash can, sending him pitching forward and his face into a puddle of nasty-smelling water with a whimper, he forced himself right back up, legs trembling under his weight as deep coughs raked his body, shuddering along with his fur. It took him three tries to get moving again, but he managed it, until a familiar scent caught his attention: his luck had finally run out. Bristling, he pulled himself to his full height as he rounded the corner, head held high despite the missing ear and scarred-over maw as he faced the human that had wandered into his path and roared. In his delirious state, he didn't even notice that the boy was alone; to him, every human was potentially another tamer trying to put him down as a rogue digimon, and he was not about to let one stop him now. Not when he was so close.

Just a little more, and he could rest in peace.

((OOC: Yeah, sorry to drop a champion on you when you don't even have your partner yet. :'D It'sokayIdon'tthinkhecandomuch. And sorry for any screw-ups, I haven't modded a digimon before. '>w>))