A/N: Written for the Becoming the Tamer King Challenge, Meeting Azulongmon 2 task. The object I picked to describe was Gatomon's tail ring.
My Tail Ring
My tail ring has always been…precious to me. When I first digivolved, it was a sign of hope; many of my species lose the holy ring in digivolution. But it was more than that; it was what defined me: Gatomon.
There is no Salamon tribe, no Nyaromon tribe. There is a Mikemon tribe, far east in the unforgiving desert – but Mikemon were the ones who had chosen the grey path and hid themselves from their destinies. But the rest of us live alone – and most of us die alone as well.
We all have the Holy Ring as Salamon. It serves as a test of sorts: whether we choose the path of heaven, hell or the greyness in between. I always dreamed of heaven: of a place of peace and tranquility and love even as I froze in the snow, or was battered in the wind, or burnt in a fire. Even after I was found by Myotismon, I clung to that hope. Even if I didn't remember it all, I knew it was something precious: something I couldn't abandon. Someone – even if I was most likely to be forever alone.
When I digivolved into Gatomon and kept my Holy Ring, my hope flared – as did the darkness. But Myotismon could not remove my ring, and though he buried my hope he could not destroy it utterly. Meeting my partner brought it back to life – and from that time the ring became the dream we shared with each other.
When I lost it, I thought it was a sign that my dream was done. But then I met Kari again, and we created a new medium for our dreams – within our hearts. But I was still incomplete – until my tail ring was returned to me.
It's a part of me.