[b]Cayden & Hackmon[/b] The battle was over. All of them had done their parts and now the purple mole had ran away with its drill between its legs. Even still, Cayden couldn't help but be... for lack of a better word; disturbed. Tsunomon had up and vanished and now, this white plated dragon stood in front of him; seemingly radiating this Tsunomon aura. It was like he had grown more mature or something. After some explaining from Hackmon; again, he stood off from the rest of them. “So... you're Tsunomon; Just... evolved?” “Right,” He answered, flashing a draconian smile accentuated by the immaculate armor nearing its maw. Cayden looked up at the others, the red-head running up to the group. It was like instinct for him to distance himself even further. Holding his left forearm to the stop the bleeding from a stray projectile, probably a rock or splinter, he took even more steps back; eventually finding his tree on the edge of the clearing again. “Hey? Why do you stray from them every time they get close to us?” Cayden shrugged his shoulders at the question, more instinctual than deliberate. “Who knows, I don't like people I guess.” “I can see why,” He agreed to Cayden's surprise. “They were all cowards when it came down to it.” His red mantle billow from a small gale. Wide eyed from Hackmon's revelation, Cay slowly shook his head in disapproval. “No, not cowards. Just not use to fighting. Humans are amazing, you'll see.” For a moment, Cayden just stared at the group. He wanted to separate himself from them; it was a [i]need[/i] not a want; too many of them for his own likings. When he heard a growing hum coming from below him, a sound of excitement, he looked down only to see Hackmon's overly admiring eyes. “I think [i]you're[/i] amazing, Cay!” Shouted the small-dragon, his large paws jumping up at the youth and being clasped in his hands. Again, that feeling tugged at Cay's heart. He wondered if this was what they called [i]longing[/i]. He pulled his hands from the creature's paws and turned his side to it, pink flushing his cheeks; making him ruffle his own hair in embarrassment. “You shouldn't openly say things like that, its shameful y'know?” He clambered out.