First Connection

Once again, he was in this city. Furthest away from any other.

Being an orphan wasn't so well either. No mother to rely on. Or a father. Heck, he didn't even have relatives to count on, he had forgotten his usual name so he named himself Glave. How? By seeing a Glaive on sale at the market place. The weapon itself was so complex, so wicked. The young boy had nothing other to do but be fasinated by its look. So he went ahead and named himself Glave. . . just without an "i". But now, he was doing his usual thing. Running around and stealing food just to get by.

From day to day, he struggled just to get by. Just to live for another day. . . But he knew that one day that the guards that patrolled the city would one day catch him stealing, and that very day. He had to be prepared to fight.

The only problem with that was. . . . he didn't know how too.

Sure! He somehow manage to borrow a broad sword from a merchant that usually came and went from neighboring cities, baring goods. Which meant that he wouldn't be missing the very sword that Glave had borrowed from him. Hell! he was sure that the man didn't even notice that the sword was missing.

But as of now, Glave was walking by the Food merchant, moving behind it swiftly before he got anyones attention. He'd then lay back at a nearby bench and look after the Food merchant. Eyeing him as 'he' made 'his' way around the front, pretending as if he was interested in a couple of fruits he had before he 'accidentally' knocked over a bunch of apples, Drawing everyones attentino with the loud commotion. And as if on que. The Merchant popped out from behind his stand and ran over to the front where 'Glave' was.

Apologizing, 'Glave' went ahead and picked up the apples for the Food Merchant and placed them back on the shelf that they were currently on. But during this time. The real Glave, got up from the bench and plucked a handful of apples from the within the stand and slipped them within his jacket and walked off as if he had done nothing wrong.

Moving to another farther bench to sit down and enjoy one of his apples that he rightfuly took.
(Glave)
 As Naphtali was sitting on the benches, she notices Glave and his actions, it makes them frown, such actions were frowned upon her, stealing was not something they liked, thievery in general, though she was no saint herself. They would have murdered not too long ago for a meal, she tries her best to sway off the temptations, the addictions of feeding on mana, but two years, and even part of her third year they have done so, feeding on humanoids, and thus making her depraved little by little.

Naphtali would call the guards, however she dosen't want to bring attention to herself, eventually they get this feeling over them, the Dreamer....she is coming. It feels them with excitement, was this why she was within the city? A odd feeling of euphoria coming over them, the child being given vague feelings from her god itself.

"Hey there, stop!"

She shakes out of it, and gets up from her bench in order to confront the thief Glave. Who was twelve years old, a bit older then her, if not by a lot of years, but she was a fairly talented individual for her age.
(Naphtali)
"Fuck. . . " he said, silently cursing himself as one of the on lookers was quite nosy as they realized what he was doing and caught on to him rather quickly.

Well, he was in the dog house now.

But as he came to realize, that it was only a smaller girl. One that stood up and blocked his path as he got up from his bench with the apple still in his mouth.

With a dumbfound expression on his face. He looked at her confused as to why she was paying so much attention on him to begin with. After all, the market was pratically full. Bursting with life and attention as many civilians walked around for things that they would take for interest. But here he was. Caught by a rather. . . horned. . gray skinned. . . girl.

Reaching upwards and plucking the apple from his mouth. Glave came close to her and crouched down as in order to keep the matter hushed.

"Hey! Uhm~ Could you like? Not? Okay. How about this. I give you an apple, and you sit back down on the bench and act like nothing has ever happened. Sounds good?" stated in a hush tone.

He even made the effort of reaching in his cloak and pulling out an apple to reveal 'one' in his hand

(Glave)
It seems Eren was going his own way for the time being, and now there was just Bou. The mimic sort of just stood around, poking at random things, sniffing them, heck even licking them. He was just curious about damn near everything. Something that really peaked his interest though was the two children, older children, that seemed to be talking in the distance. He'd give a long stare for a while just before oddly walking over behind the bench, and glance given to Glave as, for whatever reason he was trying to basically bribe the girl into staying quiet.

That wasn't the right way to do things though!

He'd look to Naphtali suddenly then, a raised brow given as he'd move on to asking "Is giving problem?" he'd go on to pointing at Glave then. "Can just push. Push make problem go byeeeeeeeeeee." a serious look continued to show towards the girl then. He seemed pretty damn serious about this, hilarious. Now to see how Naphtali would react.
(Bou Zeboul)
 After filling himself up with a nice meal, Eren was prepared to head back into town. You can only do so much bullying before you need to grab a bite to eat afterall.

It seemed that he had walked in on another interesting scene , however. It seemed his little get with was currently confronting what appeared to be a thief. That was no good. Stealing was stupid unless you were stealing something worth while, and this ugly girl probably didn't have anything good on her. Besides, no one was gonna step up and take his place as troublemaker supreme.

He marched over to the area and right past Bou. His feet thumped the ground as he moved closer, shooting a dirty look at Glave. "You wanna get beat up? Cuz it looks like you're tryin' real hard to get beat up!" he said firmly as if scolding a child... Though this boy was actually quite older than Eren himself was.

"Don't go touchin' no one. Not even weird girls." he warned. "The guards might arrest ya, but I'll give ya a fat lip and a bloody nose!" No crime was gonna slide in this town unless Eren was comitting it it seemed. He snapped his fingers for Bou to emerge at his side. "Now scram before things get... Ugly like yer mom....!"
(Eren Kyros)
A child, who was younger then Naphtali, a oscuri in partciular....it was hard to resist the urge to fight one of them, to unleash a wave of wraith upon his skull, underneath her hood black ichor lines form, although not visible, the only thing that could be heard was physical cracking of the skin, but it soon molds itself back to the pristine albino color hidden away from everyone around her. Ugly..? Weird? Well weird was a nickname she was used to being called upon when summoned verbally.

"He-..."

She wasn't sure if they should fight, it might bring too much attention to herself, and oscuri were not known for being the most forgiving of races, she has read some lore on how this very city was taken, interesting, but other then religion, typical behavior, and reika, she had no knowledge on the oscuri itself other then some limited studies when her parents were still living.

"Saying stuff like that is rude! And stealing is very bad."

Again, the feelings of euphoria wash over her, she felt drawn to New Alteros, like it was their very purpose to be here, sitting back on her chair calm, and happy all of a suddenly, could this mean something was approaching? She knew....or at least felt it coming with every twisted smile.
(Naphtali)
It would seem that more attention was drawn to him than he wanted.

Just how many people were truly focused on him. . . It's probably his white hair. . . . most likely his white hair.

Frowning, he popped his head up to look at Bou and say quietly. .

"Can you like, buzz off? Cause like . . your causing a scene buddy." His tone was a bit sassy, as well as being annoyed as everyone had seemed that it was 'Pick-On-Glave-Day'.

Now looking back towards the albino, long horned girl. He put up a friendly grin. Hoping to win her over as he prepared to throw out another line that would've defiantly won her over. But once again, he was interrupted.

Sighing heavily. Glave stood up and turned around to face Eren who came at him with a rather nasty attitude.

"Hey. Look! I don'-. . . " Deo wanted to say more. But his tounge was caught as he realized the rieka lines blazing throughout Eren, his green garb and everything. ' He has to be an Oscuri. . . . . Maybe even a Kyros since he talking as if he's so high and might. . . Someone outta knock him off that high horse of his.' he thought as he continued to stare down Eren.

As the Oscuri kept on going. Glave tried to hold back his anger as the younger boy kept on scolding him. Which made him think. Was it worth it. Getting kicked out the town. Maybe even given a lifetime of prision if he got into a fight and slammed this boy into the ground? But no. . . The guards were around, and they would obviously favor the spoiled brat. On top of that. Eren spoke out of terms. Speaking about his mom.

"Thats it!" Reaching behind him. He went to grab his weapon and withdrew it from it's sheath. But as he brought it forth in a high arch. He felt the tension of everyone staring at him. Frozen in fear. He could already feel everyone looking at him. Guards getting ready to cut him into nothing but bite size pieces. Glave didn't want to die. . . He was simply too young. Reaching back and placing his sword back in his sheath. He lowered himself to the ground on his knees.

"I-I. . . . . I'm sorry. . . " he said. Admitting that he was wrong in doing what he had did, and just at that moment. All the apples that he had recently stored within his jacket had just fallen out. Bouncing on the ground and sprawling out everywhere.

'I done goofed. . . ' he thought to himself as he clenched his teeth together.

First he gets caught stealing by one person, then bows down before a 2 year old. Then his stolen goods just fall to the ground. . Sigh. . .

"Forgive me. . . " He said to Eren. Hoping that the Oscuri would forgive him
(Glave)
A stare is first given towards Eren. He seems to have come back to the scene to speak with them, wonderful. Having his learning experience right in front of him in situations like this was perfect honestly. Now he could see how Eren would react, and just as he thought the man was being tough once more. Talking down on Glave and what not along with this Neries just before they basically had convinced, or intimidated him to simply give up. Bou would smile. He like this sort of thing, the way the all had been able to stand strong for what they wanted, and then managed to even punk this guy out of stealing.

"Was scared?" he'd go on to questioning Glave then. He wanted to know how he felt in such a moment. When being confronted by two people about his actions. Was he afraid, or did he just find the good path before going all the way with his thieving acts?
(Bou Zeboul)
The girl seemed a bit odd, she was in an oddly relaxed state, but she was far from his main focus here. No. The main focus was the man before him that had apparently been stealing apples in HIS city.

As the man drew his weapon before sheathing it in cowardice, Eren drew his axe from his hip. He didn't even attempt to hide it away. He wasn't afraid to whip it out at this guy. "Why'd ya put it up? Cuz you're a chiken butt! Scared of a REAL Azraelite!" he scolded with a devilish grin on his face.

"Ya scared of the guards? They ain't gonna jump in. They know I can beat yer butt black and blue. They'll probably laugh at ya!" he spat his insults towards the man. It was clear that Eren held little fear in his heart, and what little there may have been was definitely not caused by this white haired male before him.

"Ya scared and sorry now. But I ain't takin' it. That. Ain't. Enough." he said as the devious expression on his face deepened. He placed his axe on his own shoulder to rest there before locking the man in his gaze.

"Ya got one choice. Two ways to do it." he spoke before pointing the axe at the man.

"Lick. My. Boot." he made his demand plain and simple. He then drug his boot back inforth in the mud to dirty it up before placing it so that the bottom of it was pointed towards the older boy. "Ya can lick it clean like a good chicken butt, or I'll beat ya up and make ya do it. I hope ya pick the second choice but you're a fatty chicken butt and a scaredy baby, so ya probably won't."

An ultimatum was made. This man was gonna be tasting the mud of a Kyros boot whether he liked it or not. He looked over to Bou. "Get over here. Take notes. We can't let people do bad stuff in our town!" it was clear that he was encouraging the same foul behavior in his little friend.
(Eren Kyros)
This was a interesting development, A kyros was as she assumed, nasty, evil, and full of barbaric hatred. Although in her mind she could see why he was doing this, to perserve the law of not stealing, it seemed rather harsh, then again her dreamer would do far worse things if they were to not fulfill the deity-like beings intentions. For now, focus was not put on them, which was exactly how she intended to remain for now, as it stands being in the west wasn't healthy for her, probably more safe to be in New Alteros then Loranthos.

The horned young-lady just watches, observes, and hopes to actually see Eren fight, so that they could size up his abilities and then use that knowledge to her advantage in the future. Ah...she was curious who was stronger, who would make a more superior meal, though they didint intend on death, just to suck up a little bit of mana within their bodies, if that was possible.

"Er....I don't like either of you, but the law is law!"

She says, born by a code to be a out standing citizen, to respect laws, as long as they did not push her ideals on the dreamer in a offensive way.
(Naphtali)
 Ignoring Bou.

It seemed that Eren was more on him than anything else. But the second that the boy said that he wouldn't call the guards. That was all he needed. Smiling wickedly, Glave came to a stand towering over the little boy.

"You said the guards won't bother us? and the two choices were either licking your boot or making you make me? How about the third option? Where I kick your ass!" he exclaimed.

Drawing his weapon on the boy
(Glave)
It was true. Eren had made the claim that he would not inform the guards or ask for their aid. Whether or not that was true or not would remain to be seen.

"Oh boy... I was hoping you'd make a mistake like an idiot." he said with a grin as the older male drew his weapon on Eren, causing Eren to ready his own. "I hope you're ready for this... Tell me how my BOOT tastes." he said with a laugh as suddenly a second form of the young Oscuri began to manifest itself nearby.

"Ya made a mistake comin' into our town and stirring up trouble." he said with a little tsktsktsk. It seemed that he didn't want to waste more time on words, however. It was time to begin.
(Eren Kyros)
It seemed that the young Oscuri had ended up challenging another illusionist. That would add an interesting spin on things.

As the two young Oscuri, Eren and his clone, rushed forward they met by the clone of this older boy and the original as well. That mattered little, Kyros were typically winners when it came to throwing hands. And hands were definitely being thrown, as well as vicious axe swings.

As his axe crashed down against the older boy it was clear that he wasn't pulling punches. Was he delivering lethal blows? Far from it. He was mostly utilizing the blunt end of his blade, smashing it against the body of Glave, rocking his very core as he wailed on him.

"You sure talked a big game for someone so WEAK!" he slammed the axe against the other man's side, releasing an audible cracking sound from the older male's rib cage. "You sure are a fatty. Can't fight and can't run. Look here." he drug his foot through another splotch of mud. "When I beat ya up ya better lick this here boot clean."
(Eren Kyros)
 It seemed that the younger Oscuri boy was more than all talk.

As the battle was soon commenced. Deo rasied his weapon against Eren. Who inturn had his own fancy little weapon.

'Easy. . . this is like taking candy from a baby. . . .' he thought as he raised his weapon against Eren.

Looking straight into Eren's eyes, he'd make it seem as if he had another clone of himself. But instead, in reality. It was just him and the younger boy. But there came a twist. The child had also had a clone of his own.

'Aah. . so he's an illusionist too. . .interesting. . ' he thought as the two soon came at it.

Bring one sword to the other. The two went at it, Glave holding back as he struck the child with the flat end of his blade so there wouldn't be any blood shed. But just because he was holding back. Didn't mean that the child was.

Quickly, the baby Oscuri got the jump on Glave and quickly beat him down with a rather brutally attacks. It was clear that the boy wasn't pulling punches. But Glave knew that if he went to far. He'd obviously be put up in jail. Wheter he liked it or not

Down on the ground at the mercy of Eren. The little boy wouldn't quit as he kept on wailing at him. Smashing his axe into his body.

Now being beaten on all sides, Glave surely felt something give away and misplaced inside of his body as a loud crack emitted from his body.

'Dammit . . .'

Eren would then finally stop beating on him an call out some more mean words as Glave was down. But as the boy said. He was in alot of pain, he couldn't move at all. The pain was too much. Closing his eyes. He was ready to admit defeat. Ready to be jailed for the rest of his life or even worse. Tortured.

Who said you could give up? Stand up and fight! a unknown voice boomed inside of his head.

Shocked, his eyes fluttered open as he was overcome with a new found strength. Grinning madly. He pushed himself to a stand with his blade in hand.

' I don't know who ever you are, but thank you. ' he replied to the random voice that faded from his mind.

Now wielding his sword with some new found strength. Glave was ready to take the boy down. Once and for all.
(Glave)
The battle went on and despite the best attempts of the older male, Eren was just far more powerful and far more skilled.  He didn't even find all that much amusment in beating the man down... That was a lie.

"You're pathetic and weak and you ain't worth my time. " he spoke as he found himself hurled backwards by the large blast of energy magic.  He rushed in quickly with his Rieka flaring.  No one said anything about shooting lasers and shit!

With his axe ready he'd swing it inwards towards the opposing male, making another crack against his ribs... Yes... He had definitely broken several of them this time.  They were probably jingling around somewhere inside the boy's gutts or something.

He grabbed the boy by the back of the head and began slamming his head against the ground.  Why not?  He was obviously the stronger of the two.  What reason did he have to spare the brain cells of someone who didn't even use their brain?  How dumb could you be to try and steal?  How poor did you have to be to try and rob people of their petty items and belongings?

His clone grabbed the other boy now, forcefully pulling his tongue out as Eren angled his muddy boot.  The clone then began dragging the tongue of Glave up and down the boot, wiping all of the mud onto the older kid's tongue and allowing it to fill his mouth, dirtying his throat and teeth.  Yes.  He was going to have a horrid time.

The cruel treatment pressed on until the boot was nice and shiny.  "Time for the other one, fat head!" but just then something struck Eren... A rock?  Had someone just thrown a rock at him?  He spun around with flaring Rieka.  Had he grabbed the clone by mistake and the real Glave had now resorted to hitting him with rocks?  Pathetic.

He turned around just in time to lock his sight on a girl... The same girl he was rescuing from this petty thief... That wasn't going to sit well.

One of the rocks was caught mid air and crushed into dust within the hand of the young Oscuri.  "You're gonna get it...."  Though his regular chopping axe wasn't drawn this time... Instead he had brought forth a rather large sword.  Well, this was escalating quickly.
(Eren Kyros)
This battle just wasn't favoring his side. . . .

The battle was surely going somewhere as the two kids continued their bout. One hacking away as the other slashed at the other. But in the end. It showed who was more superior.

With the lack of Glave's skill in swordsmen ship. Plus the fact that he had never actually trained with a weapon before was his downfall. Maybe if the young boy had done so. Then maybe it would've worked out better in his favor. But he never knew how to start. Which then led up to his ultimate defeate in this battle.

A pratical newbie against a younger boy who seemed to know his way around weapons.

The envitable was bound to happen, and that was with Glave on the floor and licked dirt off of the boy's boot. Something that he dreaded.

As the battle continued, the two clashed their weapons. Glave struggling as the Oscuri boy had seemed as if he was toying with him. Bouncing back and gaining a little distance from the other. The Kyros threw out a slur towards Glave, upsetting the boy and causing him to raise one of his hands and focus his mana on one spot. Focusing on the flow within him. A pure blast of energy came rushing out of his open palm and shot out towards the younger boy. Which had obviously threw the kid of guard and caused him to go flying back for some distance. Smiling to himself. Glave felt that he had the upper hand in this. But just then, a cold chill ran down his spine as he felt a rather eerie presence in the back of his mind.

Out in a daze, the young Oscuri obviously recovered and was on his way towards Glave in haste to get some revenge.

Snapping out of his weird trance, Glave found himself being hit straight in his side. Making yet another crack. . . .  but this time. . . he was sure that it was just more than one.

Biting back a word, Glave spat out blood as he felt his body go limb due to the intense pain that gave him a intense hurting sensation.

But no, the beating wasn't done yet.

As the broken boy was falling to the ground, Eren felt it to be necessary to give him a little boost on his way down towards the ground. Grabbing Glave's head and slamming it into the ground hard.

Then the time came for him to do something that he hated the most.

Clenching his eyes shut, Glave grabbed at his stomach in pain as he put himself together in a fetal position. But it didn't last for long as someone reached inside of his mouth and pulled out his tounge and brought it to a rather soft and mushy but hard at the end texture. The rocky and slimly feel that was being brought up into his mouth made him gag as he tried to spit it out by whoever held his tounge just wasn't done with him.

At this moment. Glave knew. . . That he fucked up.

'Totally not worth for those apples' he thought as his tounge was used to whip up his boot from the mud and grim that was on it.

Tears flooded his eyes as this was just pure humlitation and pain. The staring eyes. The disgusting taste in his mouth. Being broken by a kid who was clearly younger than him. . . . . Man did it suck to be him. . . . the pain was just outrigheous.

Turning on his side, Glave threw up. As he tried his best to spit out the disgusting taste in his mouth. Using his hands to try to get it out.

But then, it would seem that the girl from eariler that had risked him getting caught and everything had seemed to prevent any further beating from the Oscuri boy.

Painfully, Glave pushes himself upwards and comes to a stand while crouching low and grabbing at his stomach as he ran off into the distance. Trying to get back to the abandoned house that was partically destroyed. Hoping that he could go find a doctor along the way to patch him up later on.
(Glave)