Witold Dewleski

"How dare you treat me like that." He murmured.

"Uh… what the hell happened to me?"

 ”It seems so. You’re in the Digital World, friend, and you certainly don’t seem like you belong here.” ((‘ello~))

 ”The Digital World is a world made purely of data,” he explained, hoping that made sense. “It’s inhabited by creatures known as ‘Digimon’, such as myself. We’re made from different kinds of data depending on where we live and where that data comes from. It’s sort of a.. mirror world to a world inhabited by humans, and it’s the data they produce that forms this world.”

   - A co w ogóle studiujecie…? - Z każdym pytaniem robilo się jej coraz bardziej głupio.

Witold- radosny przewodnik oprowadzający grupę dzieci na koloniach. Praca marzeń. Tylko tak jakby nie trafiona.

- Cos przegapiłem?

- Będzie ci przeszkadzać jeśli poczekasz na nas w zaułku?

Darekowi wcale nie chciałam robić twarzy tego typu, niechętnie pozował, 10 minut szukałam koloru jego oczu (tumblr nie chciał współpracować, wchodziłam na dA przez telefon, nie polecam xD) i nie wiedziałam, jakie cechy mu nadać. T_T Ostatecznie chyba ma aspirację zostania ekspertem komputerowym i cechy typu towarzyski, dobry i ambitny? Nie mam pojęcia, wybacz. I dałam mu piegi na nosie, nie wiem, czy ma piegi na nosie, ale stwierdziłam, że mi do niego pasują, wybacz. T_T

 Witold wcale nie jest zbyt przylizany- przy tej gryzurze chyba inaczej się nie da. Na moim pierwszym obrazku modern był nawet bardziej przylizany :3. 

"How dare you treat me like that." He murmured.

"Uh... what the hell happened to me?"

"You caused some trouble, bird." He murmured more to himself than to the bird. "Is she really dying? Is this why you flew close to her? Or is it me who dawned you closer. They say, predators fear other predators. Why did you come here?" He had the need to talk to someone even if the animal couldn’t understand him.

In her mind she promised, with all her might prayed, she would survive. And if she did, she would tell him her secret, without a doubt. 

"I will ask him about it tomorrow and I should definitely try to fall asleep now.." He murmured to himself than looked at the bird again. "For a moment I thought that you were responding to my questions, silly me. Are you sure you won't attack me in my sleep, bird?" He never worked with trained predatory birds. He didn't know what to expect. 

   - A co w ogóle studiujecie…? - Z każdym pytaniem robilo się jej coraz bardziej głupio.

Witold- radosny przewodnik oprowadzający grupę dzieci na koloniach. Praca marzeń. Tylko tak jakby nie trafiona.

- Cos przegapiłem?

- Będzie ci przeszkadzać jeśli poczekasz na nas w zaułku?

 ”It seems so. You’re in the Digital World, friend, and you certainly don’t seem like you belong here.” ((‘ello~))

"Allright. Let’s go see him." He said. "If I may ask, how is he able to open the gates between worlds? It sounds like something almost impossible to achieve."

 ”Azulongmon is one of the guardians of this wolrd— one of its gods, if you will. Mostly he tries to make sure nothing untoward enters or leaves,” he explained, tapping his staff along the ground rhythmically as they walked. “He is extraordinarily powerful. He’s a bit weak now— he spent quite a few years sealed away— but he’s sent me across the barrier countless times. Surely he’ll be able to do the same for you.”

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 ”It seems so. You’re in the Digital World, friend, and you certainly don’t seem like you belong here.” ((‘ello~))

"Well, if we’re on this subject, I’m not really a human. I am a basilisk, an unnatural creature, as they call us in my world. I am more dangerous than I look. However, if you still think that those who you are talking about will send me back, I will gladly meet them." He started to follow him silently, waiting for his reaction. He started to wonder if it was possible for him to accidentally harm creatures living in this strange world. He didn’t want to cause any more trouble.

 ”Human or not, Azulongmon believes that everything has its rightful place, and those rightful places are in their proper worlds,” he explained with a nod. If he was bothered by Witold’s confession, it didn’t seem to show. “There are exceptions made, of course.. but he wouldn’t wish for anyone to be trapped in our world against their will.”

"Allright. Let's go see him." He said. "If I may ask, how is he able to open the gates between worlds? It sounds like something almost impossible to achieve."

 ”It seems so. You’re in the Digital World, friend, and you certainly don’t seem like you belong here.” ((‘ello~))

 ”Adult humans aren’t meant to be in this world, and too many crossing the barrier can weaken it. I think the Sovereigns would rather have you back in your own world,” he said with a nod.

"Well, if we're on this subject, I'm not really a human. I am a basilisk, an unnatural creature, as they call us in my world. I am more dangerous than I look. However, if you still think that those who you are talking about will send me back, I will gladly meet them." He started to follow him silently, waiting for his reaction. He started to wonder if it was possible for him to accidentally harm creatures living in this strange world. He didn't want to cause any more trouble.