DarkHydra
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A harsh wind howled through a ruined district of a ruined city. Strange beasts loped, flew and bounced through the rubble. One of them, a purple armadillo type creature, stopped by a huddled shape, and poked it with a pointed black claw. The huddled shape moved in a blur. Red claws lashed out at the small armadillo Digimon, slicing cleanly through its shell. The Digimon cried out, and looked to its allies for help, but they had long since fled. A shadow fell over the little creature - a teenage boy with a large black fur over his body, with dark red stripes, claws and a single horn on his head. His red eyes glowed in the darkness as he brought his long claws down through the creature's broken shell, destroying it. He smiled, and turned away, as though nothing had happened. His long, almost ribbon-like tail swished from side as he padded up the broken street, his smile still firmly affixed to his features.