[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/DqbcKHy.png?1[/img][hr][b]Partner Digimon:[/b] [url=https://wikimon.net/Zubamon]Zubamon[/url] 
[b]Digimon Lvl:[/b] Rookie
[b]Location:[/b] Witchelny, Nyttliv
[b]Tag:[/b] [@Shiyonichi] [@Crimson Lion] [@Duthguy][hr][/center]

[indent][b]P[/b]hase let out a hollow breath. It was the first time witnessing such raw emotion. Being lost in his own feelings so often had created a creeping dread in him. One that pounced with serrated claws of callousness. He was satisfied that he could still empathize with others. That was good, he believed wholeheartedly. But it was Norn's clear cutting claps that brought his attention to her. Surely that was the power of being a piece of Yggdrasill. Her claps, over the clamor of the chatter, had still been just as loud as if she was next to him.

Phase stood from his embrace of the two digimon, gave them a short thumbs up, then proceeded to follow the others out. The trees, which were vivid with imagination, all shades of hues and colors; from sunset orange to lilac purple, had hid and barred four especially unique looking digimon. One wore a gray and blue pelt over its shoulders. It looked wild and untamed, even compared to Dorumon. Its horn especially appeared deadly.

Outwardly, Phase maintained his coolness, deciding to move on to the next digimon. That was until a warmth had taken his pocket. Glancing down, he noticed a bright light expanding from it, a shrill sound raping the quiet. As the warmth turned into a burning heat, Phase pulled the Digivice from his pocket and chucked it to the ground. It slid to the Digimon, glowing blindly, until settling on a pounded gold color with the number twenty in bold white on its surface. 

One of the Digimon roused, picking it up with clouded gray claws. The Digimon, bi-pedal, and fitted in golden armor stepped towards him.
Phase refused to move, an inkling of a feeling assuring him that this being was his partner. Its white cape settled on the ground once it stopped in front of him. It held the Digivice up to him, nudged it forward once, then a second later, again. [color=gold][b]"Yours."[/b][/color]

Phase stared at it. The Digimon's face created a visage of a golden sword, though its eyes were dyed with blood it seemed. A bloodied blade.[color=lightblue][b]"I know its mines. Its hot,"[/b][/color] he told it.

It shook its head slowly, sluggishly, as if pushing a point. [color=gold][b]"No... I'am yours. My life is yours. I'am [i]your[/i] sword, Phase."[/b][/color][/indent]