[center][h1][color=teal]Marauder[/color][/h1][/center]

He didn't have any memories of who he was. Just a single word: marauder. So he'd made it his name. For however long he'd been alive, Marauder had found himself picked up by a pack of fellow Gaossmon, just wandering and scrounging for survival however they could. At first, he'd been glad just to stay alive. But none of the others ever questioned if there was something better. Or even wanted it. So once he knew enough to survive, Marauder struck out on his own. The way he saw it, sticking around with these other Gaossmon was a sure path to nowhere fast.

His wanderings eventually led him to this forest. He hadn't quite known why, but [i]something[/i] in his gut told him he'd find some kind of answer here. Or at the very least, a path to power. A scent caught in the air, and he followed it, creeping along the forest floor and keeping to the foilage. 

The trail eventually led him to an odd scene. A strange-looking BlackAgumon conversing with...what the hell were those? Marauder listened in on the conversation as he crept forward, frowning all the while. Humans? He'd heard the stories, of course. Power in exchange for companionship. Some would call it servitude. It remained to be seen which. Still, he supposed that he may as well test this out. The BlackAgumon didn't look hostile, at the very least.

[color=teal]"Humans, you say? The stories say you provide a quick path to power. Give me that, and I may join you."[/color]

He expected a range of responses from acquiescence to outright denial. What he didn't expect was one of the pink ones expressing sheer exasperation as she rubbed her head with one hand. 

[color=#F08080]"Oh, wow, look at that. Shit that'd be easier if the angels spent five minutes telling us how this actually worked."[/color] 

Marauder frowned at the response. 

[color=teal]"You can't? Then what are you even good for?"[/color] He snorted dismissively, to which the pink one seemed to draw ire from.

[color=#F08080]"I dunno, what good are you?"[/color] She challenged back, jabbing a finger in his direction. [color=#F08080]"You show up and demand shit from us, but don't even promise anything back. Not exactly getting the urge to hand out the juice, even if I knew how to."[/color] 

Digimon and human stared each other down, matching each other's glares.