It wasnāt uncommon for the hair on his neck to shiver every so often, often in response to the energy in the air around him. Today, however, the back of his neck had been twitching seemingly endlessly; either it was the natural feel of the environment from the day, or his energy from the nights before was still having an aftereffect. Granted, AncientGreymon hadnāt been that angry in years-- since Lucemon-- so he would let it slide.Ā
Instead of forcing himself to stay still, he sat on his haunches and stared into the twilit sky, mane puffed out needlessly behind him.









