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The sun shinned bright over the market place, hot rays of light burning those unprotected by shade as a figure, small, slim, slipped through the shadows. His eyes flickered around the area, looking out for those bigger, dressed in formal armour, as the bow clattered against his back, and the arrows jangled around in his quill. The figure's bare feet skipped across the hot ground, as he appeared determined to keep out of the sight of many. Any patron lucky enough to spot the young man would of seen nothing more than the blur of a brown robe and the swaying of messy black hair. Yet just as quickly as he appeared, the small figure of the young hunter disappeared.
Moments passed, as the young ran through the shadows, determined to keep out of the eyes of guards, as he slipped behind stalls, while shopkeepers spoke to customers. Slipping behind a stand which a merchant sold foods of dried meats, fruits and vegetables. Upon his first glance, Belen's stomach growled. The realisation that he had not eaten in several days, suddenly hit him like a wild bull. His eyes flickered around as he stood back into the shadows, waiting for another customer to take the merchant's attention. Thankfully it didn't take long, as the merchant turned his back to the young hunter. Springing in the moment, Belen reached out over the back of the open stall, grabbing the first thing he could before darting off into the shadows like some greedy phantom.
His feet carried him for what seemed like ages as his heart beat in his chest widely, threatening to burst out of his ribcage. It was only five minutes later, did Belen stop, looking down at the fruits of his labour. Nothing but an apple. Perhaps not the most extravagant of rewards, but by how Belen starred at it with a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips, he was happy. Perhaps it was not the most honourable means of survival, but at least Belen knew he could live another day with something resting in his stomach.
The day seemingly passed on without much hassle, as the sun soon rose into the middle point of the sky, it's rays hotter than before, causing every simple buyer to drip with sweat or pant with exhaustion. The hunter however, was smarter, or so he liked to think he was. He kept to the shade and out of sight, darting off out of the sight of guards. His fingers would slip around small trinkets at the back of stands, as he became more and more confident within his skill to steal, as the afternoon progressed. What he would even use the trinkets for was beyond him, perhaps his could sell them off to some lowly merchant, yet the main attraction had to be the thrill he got from taking things, barely escaping the watchful eyes of a guard or the tuned ears of a pesky merchant.
As he became more greedy and confident in his skill, the young hunter's greedy eyes soon latched onto a small blade smith selling his wears. The smith sold a variety of weapons, from shorts swords too bows. All of which Belen would struggle to steal, yet his eyes where quick to see out a small blade. No longer than three inches, perhaps made of basic iron or copper, it was truly nothing special. Yet with how the light shone off the blade, it caught his eyes instantly.
The hunter skipped across the ground, darting in and out of the shadows at some speedy. Yet realising he couldn't get much closer without going into the main yard and sunlight, Belen took a moment to steady himself, waiting until a large crowd came across. If he was to steal something like this, he couldn't be seen before or after, secrecy and invisibly was the key.
Making his way over, the hunter darted back into the cooling shadows, beads of sweat already dripping down his forehead, as he was behind the stand. It was a small open stand. The roof propped up by four wooden legs making a small box, as three low walls situated on the back and sides helped with stability. It was a bit of a hindrance, as the view to the back was open, and if Belen wished to snatch the dagger, he'd surely have to climb over the back wall. Even if that wall only came up to his waist, it could still be a problem. His mind began to race at all the possibilities at how this could fail, his hands beginning to ache as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his head.
Gritting his teeth, he but shook his head, looking up, only to notice the smith looking out for customers, non of which where seeming to bite. Taking this opportunity, Belen took one final deep breath, quickly running up to that back wall, his hands grabbed onto it's edge, as the young thief threw himself over, his feet landing on the ground with a soft thud, as the bows in his quiver clattered against each other. Gritting his teeth in a nervous frustration, he looked up, only to notice the smith unaware.
The sounds of the marketplace buzz was enough to save him, as they drowned out whatever minor mistake he make. With a mischievous smirk, Belen stood to his feet, his hand reaching out for the dagger, which seemed to shine so bright in the sun light. The tip of his finger touched the flat of the blade. It was hot, scolding even, but it placed a smile on his lips. Taking one step forward, his hands slipped around the handle of the blade, as he lifted up into the air, in some mighty pose admiring the work of such a.
"Sir who is that?" The voice of a women asked, as Belen's heart sank. A finger was pointed at him, as he felt the dagger of fear and guilt sink into his chest. With a split second instinct, he grabbed the dagger and ran. He shoved past the smith, with all of his might, in some attempt to escape. Yet it was no use, he was grabbed by the cuff of his shirt, and shoved to the ground.
Belen's head spun as he felt his jaw hit the hot ground. The dagger clattered besides him, as his arrows spilled across the ground. Weakly lifting himself up, he found all eyes on him, men, children, women, guards, and that damn smith all starring at him. He stopped breathing in that moment, as the fear set in, as the adrenaline began to pump through his veins. The smith approached, the thuds from his feet ringing throughout his mind, as the fear enveloped him, surrounded him, as it soon began to control him. Lashing out as the smith approached he swung his right hand wilding, in some attempt to get away.
A scream rang out...
The smith, took a few steps back, holding his arm, gritting his teeth as blood seemed to drip down his arm, staining his white robes. Belen's eyes flickered, only to see the dagger in his hand, blood shinning vibrantly in the sunlight. Eyes wide, he dropped the dagger onto the ground, the sounds of metal against stone ringing out as gasps came from the crowd of people who surrounded him. Yet that wasn't the only scream that happened that day. With a sharp pain going into the right side of his face, Belen was sent sprawling across the ground.
He shrieked out in pain, as his hand clawed at the dripped wound on his face. A guard, big, dark, forbidding stood over him like some evil titan with his blade drawn Belen was suddenly frozen. Fear that's all there was in the hunter's mind, fear. It froze him, controlled him, caused all of this. Whimpering in the pain and fear, Belen crawled back, just desperately trying to get away from the mess he had made.
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It was the summer of 679 BC.
The sun shinned bright over the market place, hot rays of light burning those unprotected by shade as a figure, small, slim, slipped through the shadows. His eyes flickered around the area, looking out for those bigger, dressed in formal armour, as the bow clattered against his back, and the arrows jangled around in his quill. The figure's bare feet skipped across the hot ground, as he appeared determined to keep out of the sight of many. Any patron lucky enough to spot the young man would of seen nothing more than the blur of a brown robe and the swaying of messy black hair. Yet just as quickly as he appeared, the small figure of the young hunter disappeared.
Moments passed, as the young ran through the shadows, determined to keep out of the eyes of guards, as he slipped behind stalls, while shopkeepers spoke to customers. Slipping behind a stand which a merchant sold foods of dried meats, fruits and vegetables. Upon his first glance, Belen's stomach growled. The realisation that he had not eaten in several days, suddenly hit him like a wild bull. His eyes flickered around as he stood back into the shadows, waiting for another customer to take the merchant's attention. Thankfully it didn't take long, as the merchant turned his back to the young hunter. Springing in the moment, Belen reached out over the back of the open stall, grabbing the first thing he could before darting off into the shadows like some greedy phantom.
His feet carried him for what seemed like ages as his heart beat in his chest widely, threatening to burst out of his ribcage. It was only five minutes later, did Belen stop, looking down at the fruits of his labour. Nothing but an apple. Perhaps not the most extravagant of rewards, but by how Belen starred at it with a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips, he was happy. Perhaps it was not the most honourable means of survival, but at least Belen knew he could live another day with something resting in his stomach.
The day seemingly passed on without much hassle, as the sun soon rose into the middle point of the sky, it's rays hotter than before, causing every simple buyer to drip with sweat or pant with exhaustion. The hunter however, was smarter, or so he liked to think he was. He kept to the shade and out of sight, darting off out of the sight of guards. His fingers would slip around small trinkets at the back of stands, as he became more and more confident within his skill to steal, as the afternoon progressed. What he would even use the trinkets for was beyond him, perhaps his could sell them off to some lowly merchant, yet the main attraction had to be the thrill he got from taking things, barely escaping the watchful eyes of a guard or the tuned ears of a pesky merchant.
As he became more greedy and confident in his skill, the young hunter's greedy eyes soon latched onto a small blade smith selling his wears. The smith sold a variety of weapons, from shorts swords too bows. All of which Belen would struggle to steal, yet his eyes where quick to see out a small blade. No longer than three inches, perhaps made of basic iron or copper, it was truly nothing special. Yet with how the light shone off the blade, it caught his eyes instantly.
The hunter skipped across the ground, darting in and out of the shadows at some speedy. Yet realising he couldn't get much closer without going into the main yard and sunlight, Belen took a moment to steady himself, waiting until a large crowd came across. If he was to steal something like this, he couldn't be seen before or after, secrecy and invisibly was the key.
Making his way over, the hunter darted back into the cooling shadows, beads of sweat already dripping down his forehead, as he was behind the stand. It was a small open stand. The roof propped up by four wooden legs making a small box, as three low walls situated on the back and sides helped with stability. It was a bit of a hindrance, as the view to the back was open, and if Belen wished to snatch the dagger, he'd surely have to climb over the back wall. Even if that wall only came up to his waist, it could still be a problem. His mind began to race at all the possibilities at how this could fail, his hands beginning to ache as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his head.
Gritting his teeth, he but shook his head, looking up, only to notice the smith looking out for customers, non of which where seeming to bite. Taking this opportunity, Belen took one final deep breath, quickly running up to that back wall, his hands grabbed onto it's edge, as the young thief threw himself over, his feet landing on the ground with a soft thud, as the bows in his quiver clattered against each other. Gritting his teeth in a nervous frustration, he looked up, only to notice the smith unaware.
The sounds of the marketplace buzz was enough to save him, as they drowned out whatever minor mistake he make. With a mischievous smirk, Belen stood to his feet, his hand reaching out for the dagger, which seemed to shine so bright in the sun light. The tip of his finger touched the flat of the blade. It was hot, scolding even, but it placed a smile on his lips. Taking one step forward, his hands slipped around the handle of the blade, as he lifted up into the air, in some mighty pose admiring the work of such a.
"Sir who is that?" The voice of a women asked, as Belen's heart sank. A finger was pointed at him, as he felt the dagger of fear and guilt sink into his chest. With a split second instinct, he grabbed the dagger and ran. He shoved past the smith, with all of his might, in some attempt to escape. Yet it was no use, he was grabbed by the cuff of his shirt, and shoved to the ground.
Belen's head spun as he felt his jaw hit the hot ground. The dagger clattered besides him, as his arrows spilled across the ground. Weakly lifting himself up, he found all eyes on him, men, children, women, guards, and that damn smith all starring at him. He stopped breathing in that moment, as the fear set in, as the adrenaline began to pump through his veins. The smith approached, the thuds from his feet ringing throughout his mind, as the fear enveloped him, surrounded him, as it soon began to control him. Lashing out as the smith approached he swung his right hand wilding, in some attempt to get away.
A scream rang out...
The smith, took a few steps back, holding his arm, gritting his teeth as blood seemed to drip down his arm, staining his white robes. Belen's eyes flickered, only to see the dagger in his hand, blood shinning vibrantly in the sunlight. Eyes wide, he dropped the dagger onto the ground, the sounds of metal against stone ringing out as gasps came from the crowd of people who surrounded him. Yet that wasn't the only scream that happened that day. With a sharp pain going into the right side of his face, Belen was sent sprawling across the ground.
He shrieked out in pain, as his hand clawed at the dripped wound on his face. A guard, big, dark, forbidding stood over him like some evil titan with his blade drawn Belen was suddenly frozen. Fear that's all there was in the hunter's mind, fear. It froze him, controlled him, caused all of this. Whimpering in the pain and fear, Belen crawled back, just desperately trying to get away from the mess he had made.
It was the summer of 679 BC.
The sun shinned bright over the market place, hot rays of light burning those unprotected by shade as a figure, small, slim, slipped through the shadows. His eyes flickered around the area, looking out for those bigger, dressed in formal armour, as the bow clattered against his back, and the arrows jangled around in his quill. The figure's bare feet skipped across the hot ground, as he appeared determined to keep out of the sight of many. Any patron lucky enough to spot the young man would of seen nothing more than the blur of a brown robe and the swaying of messy black hair. Yet just as quickly as he appeared, the small figure of the young hunter disappeared.
Moments passed, as the young ran through the shadows, determined to keep out of the eyes of guards, as he slipped behind stalls, while shopkeepers spoke to customers. Slipping behind a stand which a merchant sold foods of dried meats, fruits and vegetables. Upon his first glance, Belen's stomach growled. The realisation that he had not eaten in several days, suddenly hit him like a wild bull. His eyes flickered around as he stood back into the shadows, waiting for another customer to take the merchant's attention. Thankfully it didn't take long, as the merchant turned his back to the young hunter. Springing in the moment, Belen reached out over the back of the open stall, grabbing the first thing he could before darting off into the shadows like some greedy phantom.
His feet carried him for what seemed like ages as his heart beat in his chest widely, threatening to burst out of his ribcage. It was only five minutes later, did Belen stop, looking down at the fruits of his labour. Nothing but an apple. Perhaps not the most extravagant of rewards, but by how Belen starred at it with a glint in his eyes and a smirk on his lips, he was happy. Perhaps it was not the most honourable means of survival, but at least Belen knew he could live another day with something resting in his stomach.
The day seemingly passed on without much hassle, as the sun soon rose into the middle point of the sky, it's rays hotter than before, causing every simple buyer to drip with sweat or pant with exhaustion. The hunter however, was smarter, or so he liked to think he was. He kept to the shade and out of sight, darting off out of the sight of guards. His fingers would slip around small trinkets at the back of stands, as he became more and more confident within his skill to steal, as the afternoon progressed. What he would even use the trinkets for was beyond him, perhaps his could sell them off to some lowly merchant, yet the main attraction had to be the thrill he got from taking things, barely escaping the watchful eyes of a guard or the tuned ears of a pesky merchant.
As he became more greedy and confident in his skill, the young hunter's greedy eyes soon latched onto a small blade smith selling his wears. The smith sold a variety of weapons, from shorts swords too bows. All of which Belen would struggle to steal, yet his eyes where quick to see out a small blade. No longer than three inches, perhaps made of basic iron or copper, it was truly nothing special. Yet with how the light shone off the blade, it caught his eyes instantly.
The hunter skipped across the ground, darting in and out of the shadows at some speedy. Yet realising he couldn't get much closer without going into the main yard and sunlight, Belen took a moment to steady himself, waiting until a large crowd came across. If he was to steal something like this, he couldn't be seen before or after, secrecy and invisibly was the key.
Making his way over, the hunter darted back into the cooling shadows, beads of sweat already dripping down his forehead, as he was behind the stand. It was a small open stand. The roof propped up by four wooden legs making a small box, as three low walls situated on the back and sides helped with stability. It was a bit of a hindrance, as the view to the back was open, and if Belen wished to snatch the dagger, he'd surely have to climb over the back wall. Even if that wall only came up to his waist, it could still be a problem. His mind began to race at all the possibilities at how this could fail, his hands beginning to ache as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his head.
Gritting his teeth, he but shook his head, looking up, only to notice the smith looking out for customers, non of which where seeming to bite. Taking this opportunity, Belen took one final deep breath, quickly running up to that back wall, his hands grabbed onto it's edge, as the young thief threw himself over, his feet landing on the ground with a soft thud, as the bows in his quiver clattered against each other. Gritting his teeth in a nervous frustration, he looked up, only to notice the smith unaware.
The sounds of the marketplace buzz was enough to save him, as they drowned out whatever minor mistake he make. With a mischievous smirk, Belen stood to his feet, his hand reaching out for the dagger, which seemed to shine so bright in the sun light. The tip of his finger touched the flat of the blade. It was hot, scolding even, but it placed a smile on his lips. Taking one step forward, his hands slipped around the handle of the blade, as he lifted up into the air, in some mighty pose admiring the work of such a.
"Sir who is that?" The voice of a women asked, as Belen's heart sank. A finger was pointed at him, as he felt the dagger of fear and guilt sink into his chest. With a split second instinct, he grabbed the dagger and ran. He shoved past the smith, with all of his might, in some attempt to escape. Yet it was no use, he was grabbed by the cuff of his shirt, and shoved to the ground.
Belen's head spun as he felt his jaw hit the hot ground. The dagger clattered besides him, as his arrows spilled across the ground. Weakly lifting himself up, he found all eyes on him, men, children, women, guards, and that damn smith all starring at him. He stopped breathing in that moment, as the fear set in, as the adrenaline began to pump through his veins. The smith approached, the thuds from his feet ringing throughout his mind, as the fear enveloped him, surrounded him, as it soon began to control him. Lashing out as the smith approached he swung his right hand wilding, in some attempt to get away.
A scream rang out...
The smith, took a few steps back, holding his arm, gritting his teeth as blood seemed to drip down his arm, staining his white robes. Belen's eyes flickered, only to see the dagger in his hand, blood shinning vibrantly in the sunlight. Eyes wide, he dropped the dagger onto the ground, the sounds of metal against stone ringing out as gasps came from the crowd of people who surrounded him. Yet that wasn't the only scream that happened that day. With a sharp pain going into the right side of his face, Belen was sent sprawling across the ground.
He shrieked out in pain, as his hand clawed at the dripped wound on his face. A guard, big, dark, forbidding stood over him like some evil titan with his blade drawn Belen was suddenly frozen. Fear that's all there was in the hunter's mind, fear. It froze him, controlled him, caused all of this. Whimpering in the pain and fear, Belen crawled back, just desperately trying to get away from the mess he had made.
The young teen was a hooligan.
It was common knowledge among those in Aetaea that the kids from the local gymnasia were heathens. But of all the heathens, Zephyrus of Aeteae ruled the roost. Unafraid, daring and adventurous, Zephyrus often got up to the most mischief. From climbing trees to scaling rafters, swinging from branches to going up street poles, it was as if the young man named after a Greek God of the wind was as his namesake - unable to keep both feet on the ground.
The mop of curly brunette hair was flying in the wind he made as he dashed down the streets, escaping the angry yells of a portly blonde woman whose washing Zephyrus had just accidentally overturned because he had to swing himself into her balcony to prevent himself from falling three floors down.
Obviously, the lady who had just spent the better part of her day washing the laundry of her five children was not happy at all with the young man's antics, and had proceeded to chase him down the three flights of stairs, and one street before she gave up from being out of breathe.
With a laugh in his smile and glee in his eyes, Zephyrus eventually slowed down when he lost sight of the woman, panting heavily when a loud scream made him whip his head to the side, just in time to catch the crowd going around a young man probably about his age, arm caught by a guard and looking absolutely terrified.
Now, Zephyrus was not someone who got in other people's business. He liked it when he kept to himself-but that was next to impossible when you didn't even have your own quarters in the gymnasia. But what the young man did not condone was violence, and when the caught theif was backhanded into the ground, Zephyrus frowned, the righteous child in him rearing it's ugly head.
His brows were furrowed, and he glanced upwards, noting the rafters along the roofs that led right over the crowd forming around the injured thief now sprawled on the ground, a guard obviously having no mercy for him.
With a split second decision made, Zephyrus jumped upwards, his hands curling firmly around the rafters, and using his legs to swing himself up on the roof. With light feet, he padded across the roof, and before anyone would know it, Zephyrus dropped himself down right in that wedge between the guard and the fallen stranger. The boy gave no warning, using his elbow to shove at the guard, knocking him off balance so it gave him just enough time to grab the other's arm, tugging at him to obviously start running.
"Move it!" Zephyrus yelled over his shoulder, before leading the way down a narrow alley. Obviously a teen familiar with the roads in his home province, Zephyrus expertly dodged alleys and took networks of roads, so that he well and thoroughly lost the guard, and eventually (if the other caught up), Zephyrus burst into the outskirts of Aeteae, where he tripped over a root, rolled over the grassy plains and eventually just lay there, face up and arms outstretched, a satisfied smile stretching his lips upwards. Turning to look at the other, he raised a brow, the same smile still in place as he spoke, "You alright there? What happened?"
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The young teen was a hooligan.
It was common knowledge among those in Aetaea that the kids from the local gymnasia were heathens. But of all the heathens, Zephyrus of Aeteae ruled the roost. Unafraid, daring and adventurous, Zephyrus often got up to the most mischief. From climbing trees to scaling rafters, swinging from branches to going up street poles, it was as if the young man named after a Greek God of the wind was as his namesake - unable to keep both feet on the ground.
The mop of curly brunette hair was flying in the wind he made as he dashed down the streets, escaping the angry yells of a portly blonde woman whose washing Zephyrus had just accidentally overturned because he had to swing himself into her balcony to prevent himself from falling three floors down.
Obviously, the lady who had just spent the better part of her day washing the laundry of her five children was not happy at all with the young man's antics, and had proceeded to chase him down the three flights of stairs, and one street before she gave up from being out of breathe.
With a laugh in his smile and glee in his eyes, Zephyrus eventually slowed down when he lost sight of the woman, panting heavily when a loud scream made him whip his head to the side, just in time to catch the crowd going around a young man probably about his age, arm caught by a guard and looking absolutely terrified.
Now, Zephyrus was not someone who got in other people's business. He liked it when he kept to himself-but that was next to impossible when you didn't even have your own quarters in the gymnasia. But what the young man did not condone was violence, and when the caught theif was backhanded into the ground, Zephyrus frowned, the righteous child in him rearing it's ugly head.
His brows were furrowed, and he glanced upwards, noting the rafters along the roofs that led right over the crowd forming around the injured thief now sprawled on the ground, a guard obviously having no mercy for him.
With a split second decision made, Zephyrus jumped upwards, his hands curling firmly around the rafters, and using his legs to swing himself up on the roof. With light feet, he padded across the roof, and before anyone would know it, Zephyrus dropped himself down right in that wedge between the guard and the fallen stranger. The boy gave no warning, using his elbow to shove at the guard, knocking him off balance so it gave him just enough time to grab the other's arm, tugging at him to obviously start running.
"Move it!" Zephyrus yelled over his shoulder, before leading the way down a narrow alley. Obviously a teen familiar with the roads in his home province, Zephyrus expertly dodged alleys and took networks of roads, so that he well and thoroughly lost the guard, and eventually (if the other caught up), Zephyrus burst into the outskirts of Aeteae, where he tripped over a root, rolled over the grassy plains and eventually just lay there, face up and arms outstretched, a satisfied smile stretching his lips upwards. Turning to look at the other, he raised a brow, the same smile still in place as he spoke, "You alright there? What happened?"
The young teen was a hooligan.
It was common knowledge among those in Aetaea that the kids from the local gymnasia were heathens. But of all the heathens, Zephyrus of Aeteae ruled the roost. Unafraid, daring and adventurous, Zephyrus often got up to the most mischief. From climbing trees to scaling rafters, swinging from branches to going up street poles, it was as if the young man named after a Greek God of the wind was as his namesake - unable to keep both feet on the ground.
The mop of curly brunette hair was flying in the wind he made as he dashed down the streets, escaping the angry yells of a portly blonde woman whose washing Zephyrus had just accidentally overturned because he had to swing himself into her balcony to prevent himself from falling three floors down.
Obviously, the lady who had just spent the better part of her day washing the laundry of her five children was not happy at all with the young man's antics, and had proceeded to chase him down the three flights of stairs, and one street before she gave up from being out of breathe.
With a laugh in his smile and glee in his eyes, Zephyrus eventually slowed down when he lost sight of the woman, panting heavily when a loud scream made him whip his head to the side, just in time to catch the crowd going around a young man probably about his age, arm caught by a guard and looking absolutely terrified.
Now, Zephyrus was not someone who got in other people's business. He liked it when he kept to himself-but that was next to impossible when you didn't even have your own quarters in the gymnasia. But what the young man did not condone was violence, and when the caught theif was backhanded into the ground, Zephyrus frowned, the righteous child in him rearing it's ugly head.
His brows were furrowed, and he glanced upwards, noting the rafters along the roofs that led right over the crowd forming around the injured thief now sprawled on the ground, a guard obviously having no mercy for him.
With a split second decision made, Zephyrus jumped upwards, his hands curling firmly around the rafters, and using his legs to swing himself up on the roof. With light feet, he padded across the roof, and before anyone would know it, Zephyrus dropped himself down right in that wedge between the guard and the fallen stranger. The boy gave no warning, using his elbow to shove at the guard, knocking him off balance so it gave him just enough time to grab the other's arm, tugging at him to obviously start running.
"Move it!" Zephyrus yelled over his shoulder, before leading the way down a narrow alley. Obviously a teen familiar with the roads in his home province, Zephyrus expertly dodged alleys and took networks of roads, so that he well and thoroughly lost the guard, and eventually (if the other caught up), Zephyrus burst into the outskirts of Aeteae, where he tripped over a root, rolled over the grassy plains and eventually just lay there, face up and arms outstretched, a satisfied smile stretching his lips upwards. Turning to look at the other, he raised a brow, the same smile still in place as he spoke, "You alright there? What happened?"
The fear pumping through his veins tethered to him in the spot he sat, with the both of his hands clawing at his now bloody cheek and neck. Although as if he was some damsel in a legend or a story book, a hero seemed to appear out of no where. Seemingly falling from the sky, only to knock the guard off his feet, Belen watched in a mixture of a shock and awe, much like the crowd that surrounded them now. A few patrons took a step back as this mysterious teen dropped from the heavens, only to run up and grab the terrified hunter.
With one of his arms being pulled at, by this fallen man, his head whipped up to look at him. He only caught a glimpse of the man's face before he was hauled onto his feet, and began to run across the hot stone streets. Being pulled through, Belen's mind raced as quickly as they did. The angry shouts of the smith fading into the back of his mind, as the grunts of guards and the heavy footsteps charging became nothing but a distant memory. All the hunter could do now was stare at the back of this man's head, as he was expertly pulled through small alleyways and taken around sharp corners. Most of which the hunter recognised, his time spent in Aeteae thieving and hiding had been well spent to map out the streets and alleyways, just in case he ever got into a situation like the one he found himself in.
Running for what seemed like forever, Belen found the both of them soon bursting into the outskirts of Aateae. He watched the man who saved him suddenly fall down, and for as much as Belen wanted to stop, his legs didn't, they just carried him on further. This was rather quick to cause his feet to trip over the body of the mysterious fallen man who saved him. Sprawling out onto the ground, the hunter rolled over onto his back, his arms covering his face for protection. Weakly sitting up, Belen looked at his own hands, which seemed to be stained with the colour of red. His eyes widened in shock as his heart began to beat once more, his fingers tenderly running down his right cheek and the side of his neck. Pain shot through his body as he grunted feeling a gruesome cut, which seemed to have slowly stopped bleeding. It was clear at that moment, the guard's blade had sunk far deeper than he originally thought.
Yet he was thrown out of his own thoughts once more by the voice of the man who saved him. His head jerked in his direction, and Belen looked exhausted, scared and in pain as one might of suspected. The right half of his face, smeared with crimson red blood, as his hands painted a gruesome picture. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as he attempted to calm his fear. Scrambling to his feet, the hunter threw off his quill and bow onto the ground taking a step back from the weapon, before falling down onto a sitting position, hanging his head in shame.
"No... No I'm not alright..." The young teen said quietly, bring his fingers up once more, touching the cut once more. As if some sick fascination controlled him to do it. Pain spiked through his body once more, as he gritted his teeth, stretching his neck in some futile attempt to reduce the pain. Shaking his head, he gave out a low groan, looking up at the man once more. Although he didn't seem to say a word for a long while, instead he just looked back down at his hands, and after a minute or two did he pick up his quill counting over the arrows he had left. Five. He groaned once more chucking the quill to the ground once more, that flash of anger quickly wearing off and transforming into disappointment in himself. "Thank you..."
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The fear pumping through his veins tethered to him in the spot he sat, with the both of his hands clawing at his now bloody cheek and neck. Although as if he was some damsel in a legend or a story book, a hero seemed to appear out of no where. Seemingly falling from the sky, only to knock the guard off his feet, Belen watched in a mixture of a shock and awe, much like the crowd that surrounded them now. A few patrons took a step back as this mysterious teen dropped from the heavens, only to run up and grab the terrified hunter.
With one of his arms being pulled at, by this fallen man, his head whipped up to look at him. He only caught a glimpse of the man's face before he was hauled onto his feet, and began to run across the hot stone streets. Being pulled through, Belen's mind raced as quickly as they did. The angry shouts of the smith fading into the back of his mind, as the grunts of guards and the heavy footsteps charging became nothing but a distant memory. All the hunter could do now was stare at the back of this man's head, as he was expertly pulled through small alleyways and taken around sharp corners. Most of which the hunter recognised, his time spent in Aeteae thieving and hiding had been well spent to map out the streets and alleyways, just in case he ever got into a situation like the one he found himself in.
Running for what seemed like forever, Belen found the both of them soon bursting into the outskirts of Aateae. He watched the man who saved him suddenly fall down, and for as much as Belen wanted to stop, his legs didn't, they just carried him on further. This was rather quick to cause his feet to trip over the body of the mysterious fallen man who saved him. Sprawling out onto the ground, the hunter rolled over onto his back, his arms covering his face for protection. Weakly sitting up, Belen looked at his own hands, which seemed to be stained with the colour of red. His eyes widened in shock as his heart began to beat once more, his fingers tenderly running down his right cheek and the side of his neck. Pain shot through his body as he grunted feeling a gruesome cut, which seemed to have slowly stopped bleeding. It was clear at that moment, the guard's blade had sunk far deeper than he originally thought.
Yet he was thrown out of his own thoughts once more by the voice of the man who saved him. His head jerked in his direction, and Belen looked exhausted, scared and in pain as one might of suspected. The right half of his face, smeared with crimson red blood, as his hands painted a gruesome picture. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as he attempted to calm his fear. Scrambling to his feet, the hunter threw off his quill and bow onto the ground taking a step back from the weapon, before falling down onto a sitting position, hanging his head in shame.
"No... No I'm not alright..." The young teen said quietly, bring his fingers up once more, touching the cut once more. As if some sick fascination controlled him to do it. Pain spiked through his body once more, as he gritted his teeth, stretching his neck in some futile attempt to reduce the pain. Shaking his head, he gave out a low groan, looking up at the man once more. Although he didn't seem to say a word for a long while, instead he just looked back down at his hands, and after a minute or two did he pick up his quill counting over the arrows he had left. Five. He groaned once more chucking the quill to the ground once more, that flash of anger quickly wearing off and transforming into disappointment in himself. "Thank you..."
The fear pumping through his veins tethered to him in the spot he sat, with the both of his hands clawing at his now bloody cheek and neck. Although as if he was some damsel in a legend or a story book, a hero seemed to appear out of no where. Seemingly falling from the sky, only to knock the guard off his feet, Belen watched in a mixture of a shock and awe, much like the crowd that surrounded them now. A few patrons took a step back as this mysterious teen dropped from the heavens, only to run up and grab the terrified hunter.
With one of his arms being pulled at, by this fallen man, his head whipped up to look at him. He only caught a glimpse of the man's face before he was hauled onto his feet, and began to run across the hot stone streets. Being pulled through, Belen's mind raced as quickly as they did. The angry shouts of the smith fading into the back of his mind, as the grunts of guards and the heavy footsteps charging became nothing but a distant memory. All the hunter could do now was stare at the back of this man's head, as he was expertly pulled through small alleyways and taken around sharp corners. Most of which the hunter recognised, his time spent in Aeteae thieving and hiding had been well spent to map out the streets and alleyways, just in case he ever got into a situation like the one he found himself in.
Running for what seemed like forever, Belen found the both of them soon bursting into the outskirts of Aateae. He watched the man who saved him suddenly fall down, and for as much as Belen wanted to stop, his legs didn't, they just carried him on further. This was rather quick to cause his feet to trip over the body of the mysterious fallen man who saved him. Sprawling out onto the ground, the hunter rolled over onto his back, his arms covering his face for protection. Weakly sitting up, Belen looked at his own hands, which seemed to be stained with the colour of red. His eyes widened in shock as his heart began to beat once more, his fingers tenderly running down his right cheek and the side of his neck. Pain shot through his body as he grunted feeling a gruesome cut, which seemed to have slowly stopped bleeding. It was clear at that moment, the guard's blade had sunk far deeper than he originally thought.
Yet he was thrown out of his own thoughts once more by the voice of the man who saved him. His head jerked in his direction, and Belen looked exhausted, scared and in pain as one might of suspected. The right half of his face, smeared with crimson red blood, as his hands painted a gruesome picture. His chest rose and fell rapidly, as he attempted to calm his fear. Scrambling to his feet, the hunter threw off his quill and bow onto the ground taking a step back from the weapon, before falling down onto a sitting position, hanging his head in shame.
"No... No I'm not alright..." The young teen said quietly, bring his fingers up once more, touching the cut once more. As if some sick fascination controlled him to do it. Pain spiked through his body once more, as he gritted his teeth, stretching his neck in some futile attempt to reduce the pain. Shaking his head, he gave out a low groan, looking up at the man once more. Although he didn't seem to say a word for a long while, instead he just looked back down at his hands, and after a minute or two did he pick up his quill counting over the arrows he had left. Five. He groaned once more chucking the quill to the ground once more, that flash of anger quickly wearing off and transforming into disappointment in himself. "Thank you..."
Watching as the other male was sprawled on the ground, Zephyrus's eyes widened at the blood and the deep cut on his face. The soft-hearted male immediately scrambled up at the sight of the injury, crawling on knees and hands towards the male, before kneeling right in front of him, his eyes closely studying the deep cut. Zephyrus was no healer, but being brought up in the gymnasia where they had little budget, meant that everyone in the gymnasia had to know how to solve matters like cuts and injuries, more so for the trapeze and aerial artists as they suffered from more then just cuts and scrapes.
Unabashedly, Zephyrus reached up and used his fingers to press on the male's cheeks, fingers propped under his chin to tilt the injury in a way that allowed him to study the cut. "Don't look so scared. Come on." his voice was gentle, his kind-hearted nature shining through. Zephyrus naturally couldn't bear seeing people scared, as the male was now.
Using his hands, he pushed himself up, and then without asking, took the male's wrists in his grip, tugging until he followed his paces as soon as he picked up what he needed to. Quickly, Zephyr led the stranger to a nearby creek that was bubbling, and there, he shrugged out of the linen vest he wore, leaving him only in his white linen shirt. Dipping the cloth in the water, he wrung out the water, motioning at the other to sit down, before he moved over to stand in front of Belen.
In a position that was closer then one would stand for two strangers, he dabbed the cloth over the cut, cleaning up the smeared blood until the only blood left was the one from the fresh cut. At that point, Zephyr dipped the bloodied cloth in the creek again, cleaning it before returning to his spot. Using his free hand, he held the other's chin, murmuring a gentle "Hold still." before pressing the cleaned damp linen on the cut, knowing it will hurt, but having to clean the cut. Peering closer, he dabbed at it ensuring all the dirt and muck was cleaned away, before Zephyr stepped away, dropping to a crouch before Belen, and offereing the male a gentle, sweet smile. "There, better? Don't look so disappointed. What did you want anyway?" he asked, patting the other's hand in a comforting manner.
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Watching as the other male was sprawled on the ground, Zephyrus's eyes widened at the blood and the deep cut on his face. The soft-hearted male immediately scrambled up at the sight of the injury, crawling on knees and hands towards the male, before kneeling right in front of him, his eyes closely studying the deep cut. Zephyrus was no healer, but being brought up in the gymnasia where they had little budget, meant that everyone in the gymnasia had to know how to solve matters like cuts and injuries, more so for the trapeze and aerial artists as they suffered from more then just cuts and scrapes.
Unabashedly, Zephyrus reached up and used his fingers to press on the male's cheeks, fingers propped under his chin to tilt the injury in a way that allowed him to study the cut. "Don't look so scared. Come on." his voice was gentle, his kind-hearted nature shining through. Zephyrus naturally couldn't bear seeing people scared, as the male was now.
Using his hands, he pushed himself up, and then without asking, took the male's wrists in his grip, tugging until he followed his paces as soon as he picked up what he needed to. Quickly, Zephyr led the stranger to a nearby creek that was bubbling, and there, he shrugged out of the linen vest he wore, leaving him only in his white linen shirt. Dipping the cloth in the water, he wrung out the water, motioning at the other to sit down, before he moved over to stand in front of Belen.
In a position that was closer then one would stand for two strangers, he dabbed the cloth over the cut, cleaning up the smeared blood until the only blood left was the one from the fresh cut. At that point, Zephyr dipped the bloodied cloth in the creek again, cleaning it before returning to his spot. Using his free hand, he held the other's chin, murmuring a gentle "Hold still." before pressing the cleaned damp linen on the cut, knowing it will hurt, but having to clean the cut. Peering closer, he dabbed at it ensuring all the dirt and muck was cleaned away, before Zephyr stepped away, dropping to a crouch before Belen, and offereing the male a gentle, sweet smile. "There, better? Don't look so disappointed. What did you want anyway?" he asked, patting the other's hand in a comforting manner.
Watching as the other male was sprawled on the ground, Zephyrus's eyes widened at the blood and the deep cut on his face. The soft-hearted male immediately scrambled up at the sight of the injury, crawling on knees and hands towards the male, before kneeling right in front of him, his eyes closely studying the deep cut. Zephyrus was no healer, but being brought up in the gymnasia where they had little budget, meant that everyone in the gymnasia had to know how to solve matters like cuts and injuries, more so for the trapeze and aerial artists as they suffered from more then just cuts and scrapes.
Unabashedly, Zephyrus reached up and used his fingers to press on the male's cheeks, fingers propped under his chin to tilt the injury in a way that allowed him to study the cut. "Don't look so scared. Come on." his voice was gentle, his kind-hearted nature shining through. Zephyrus naturally couldn't bear seeing people scared, as the male was now.
Using his hands, he pushed himself up, and then without asking, took the male's wrists in his grip, tugging until he followed his paces as soon as he picked up what he needed to. Quickly, Zephyr led the stranger to a nearby creek that was bubbling, and there, he shrugged out of the linen vest he wore, leaving him only in his white linen shirt. Dipping the cloth in the water, he wrung out the water, motioning at the other to sit down, before he moved over to stand in front of Belen.
In a position that was closer then one would stand for two strangers, he dabbed the cloth over the cut, cleaning up the smeared blood until the only blood left was the one from the fresh cut. At that point, Zephyr dipped the bloodied cloth in the creek again, cleaning it before returning to his spot. Using his free hand, he held the other's chin, murmuring a gentle "Hold still." before pressing the cleaned damp linen on the cut, knowing it will hurt, but having to clean the cut. Peering closer, he dabbed at it ensuring all the dirt and muck was cleaned away, before Zephyr stepped away, dropping to a crouch before Belen, and offereing the male a gentle, sweet smile. "There, better? Don't look so disappointed. What did you want anyway?" he asked, patting the other's hand in a comforting manner.
Belen was unsurprisingly tense. As Zephyrus reached his hand towards his cheek, Belen jerked his head back slightly, as his hand subconsciously reached towards his quill for an arrow. Yet with the quill just being out of his reach, his body stopped itself, as if not to rise suspicion. With the man attempting to turn his head just to get a better look at the scar, there still seemed to be a lot of tension, showcased by the fact, that he was rather unwilling to turn his head.
Telling him not to look so scared was not as easy as it seemed. Why should he not of been terrified? He failed at theft, assaulted a man, and was given a grizzly scare by a guard! Surely there would of been people looking for him, surely there would of been people looking for the man who saved him, surely they weren’t - Belen was quickly knocked out his thoughts once more by the man, this time as he grabbed his wrists in order to pull him to his feet. At first the hunter appeared rather unwilling to move or follow, yet through the man’s pure persistence, he followed.
Following the stranger, now with his bow and quill in two separate hands. He watched the man as they came upon the creek. Cocking a brow and tilting his head as he watched the male take off his vest and dip it within the water.
His mind began to run again, Belen began to question whether he could actually trust this man, he considered turning now and sprinting into the woods just to get as far away as he could from this entire mess, he considered shoving the teen into the creek and running, he considered just walking away, yet whenever he thought of moving his feet just froze to the ground, and before he knew it, the man was motioning for him to sit down. Belen’s eyes flickered up to the creek water once more as he spotted his bloody and torn reflection. He needed to get this clean, or risk getting it even worse. He knew that, and if this man truly had ill intentions, he was nothing short of a master at hiding it.
Dropping his things, he sat down, now allowing Zephyrus to clean off the blood, yet when he brought the cloth closer to his actual wound, he flinched back for a moment. Still seeming unsure of the whole ordeal, yet after a few moments he calmed his own nerves, making one thing very apparent. It hurt. The creek water for as clear as it was, seemed into the wound causing a sharp stinging pain to flash through his head. With gritting teeth, and a grip which seemed to squeeze the colour out of the grass, which he held onto. Then as quickly as it started it was over, that sharp sting now nothing more than a buzz.
Looking up at the male, he caught Zephyrus sweet and gentle smile, something which he seemed to stare at for far too long, yet with the shake of his head he lowered his head once more, now just looking towards the creek. When told not to look so disappointed, he only laughed, seemingly at himself. “I saw a knife, which I wanted… I tried to steal it but someone caught me, leading up to this mess.” He explained throwing his left hand up into the air, yet there seemed to be an embarrassed tone in his voice, and an even more so look in his face. Sighing once more he hung his head looking down at the ground, only to spot Zephyrus’ hand. Immediately, Belen retracted his hand, yet there was no violence or ill will in the gesture, it was just pure embarrassment.
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Belen was unsurprisingly tense. As Zephyrus reached his hand towards his cheek, Belen jerked his head back slightly, as his hand subconsciously reached towards his quill for an arrow. Yet with the quill just being out of his reach, his body stopped itself, as if not to rise suspicion. With the man attempting to turn his head just to get a better look at the scar, there still seemed to be a lot of tension, showcased by the fact, that he was rather unwilling to turn his head.
Telling him not to look so scared was not as easy as it seemed. Why should he not of been terrified? He failed at theft, assaulted a man, and was given a grizzly scare by a guard! Surely there would of been people looking for him, surely there would of been people looking for the man who saved him, surely they weren’t - Belen was quickly knocked out his thoughts once more by the man, this time as he grabbed his wrists in order to pull him to his feet. At first the hunter appeared rather unwilling to move or follow, yet through the man’s pure persistence, he followed.
Following the stranger, now with his bow and quill in two separate hands. He watched the man as they came upon the creek. Cocking a brow and tilting his head as he watched the male take off his vest and dip it within the water.
His mind began to run again, Belen began to question whether he could actually trust this man, he considered turning now and sprinting into the woods just to get as far away as he could from this entire mess, he considered shoving the teen into the creek and running, he considered just walking away, yet whenever he thought of moving his feet just froze to the ground, and before he knew it, the man was motioning for him to sit down. Belen’s eyes flickered up to the creek water once more as he spotted his bloody and torn reflection. He needed to get this clean, or risk getting it even worse. He knew that, and if this man truly had ill intentions, he was nothing short of a master at hiding it.
Dropping his things, he sat down, now allowing Zephyrus to clean off the blood, yet when he brought the cloth closer to his actual wound, he flinched back for a moment. Still seeming unsure of the whole ordeal, yet after a few moments he calmed his own nerves, making one thing very apparent. It hurt. The creek water for as clear as it was, seemed into the wound causing a sharp stinging pain to flash through his head. With gritting teeth, and a grip which seemed to squeeze the colour out of the grass, which he held onto. Then as quickly as it started it was over, that sharp sting now nothing more than a buzz.
Looking up at the male, he caught Zephyrus sweet and gentle smile, something which he seemed to stare at for far too long, yet with the shake of his head he lowered his head once more, now just looking towards the creek. When told not to look so disappointed, he only laughed, seemingly at himself. “I saw a knife, which I wanted… I tried to steal it but someone caught me, leading up to this mess.” He explained throwing his left hand up into the air, yet there seemed to be an embarrassed tone in his voice, and an even more so look in his face. Sighing once more he hung his head looking down at the ground, only to spot Zephyrus’ hand. Immediately, Belen retracted his hand, yet there was no violence or ill will in the gesture, it was just pure embarrassment.
Belen was unsurprisingly tense. As Zephyrus reached his hand towards his cheek, Belen jerked his head back slightly, as his hand subconsciously reached towards his quill for an arrow. Yet with the quill just being out of his reach, his body stopped itself, as if not to rise suspicion. With the man attempting to turn his head just to get a better look at the scar, there still seemed to be a lot of tension, showcased by the fact, that he was rather unwilling to turn his head.
Telling him not to look so scared was not as easy as it seemed. Why should he not of been terrified? He failed at theft, assaulted a man, and was given a grizzly scare by a guard! Surely there would of been people looking for him, surely there would of been people looking for the man who saved him, surely they weren’t - Belen was quickly knocked out his thoughts once more by the man, this time as he grabbed his wrists in order to pull him to his feet. At first the hunter appeared rather unwilling to move or follow, yet through the man’s pure persistence, he followed.
Following the stranger, now with his bow and quill in two separate hands. He watched the man as they came upon the creek. Cocking a brow and tilting his head as he watched the male take off his vest and dip it within the water.
His mind began to run again, Belen began to question whether he could actually trust this man, he considered turning now and sprinting into the woods just to get as far away as he could from this entire mess, he considered shoving the teen into the creek and running, he considered just walking away, yet whenever he thought of moving his feet just froze to the ground, and before he knew it, the man was motioning for him to sit down. Belen’s eyes flickered up to the creek water once more as he spotted his bloody and torn reflection. He needed to get this clean, or risk getting it even worse. He knew that, and if this man truly had ill intentions, he was nothing short of a master at hiding it.
Dropping his things, he sat down, now allowing Zephyrus to clean off the blood, yet when he brought the cloth closer to his actual wound, he flinched back for a moment. Still seeming unsure of the whole ordeal, yet after a few moments he calmed his own nerves, making one thing very apparent. It hurt. The creek water for as clear as it was, seemed into the wound causing a sharp stinging pain to flash through his head. With gritting teeth, and a grip which seemed to squeeze the colour out of the grass, which he held onto. Then as quickly as it started it was over, that sharp sting now nothing more than a buzz.
Looking up at the male, he caught Zephyrus sweet and gentle smile, something which he seemed to stare at for far too long, yet with the shake of his head he lowered his head once more, now just looking towards the creek. When told not to look so disappointed, he only laughed, seemingly at himself. “I saw a knife, which I wanted… I tried to steal it but someone caught me, leading up to this mess.” He explained throwing his left hand up into the air, yet there seemed to be an embarrassed tone in his voice, and an even more so look in his face. Sighing once more he hung his head looking down at the ground, only to spot Zephyrus’ hand. Immediately, Belen retracted his hand, yet there was no violence or ill will in the gesture, it was just pure embarrassment.
Brought up to perform and entertain, Zephyrus nature was one that was naturally friendly and open. The outgoing boy's smile came naturally, and his friendly quips even easier, and he simply could not stomach fear in any form. Perhaps that was why he had found it easier to stay as a performer, instead of enlist in the military as most men his age was wont to do. Despite his natural strength that came from years of training, Zephyrus would not be able to wield a sword to save his life.
He winced when his gentle dabs at the other's wounds caused him to hiss, and muttered, gentle apologies were quick to escape his lips, until he finished the cleaning process, and was satisfied that at the very least, the wound would heal by itself without causing any further damage. It may scar, but for now it would not kill at least.
When their eyes met, Zephyr would smile when he noticed the other's gaze lingering. Oh, the trapeze artist was no fool. He knew his looks were charming, and he's had his fair share of girls coming after him. From the smooth way he spoke, to the talent he posessed in air, all of which attracted the other gender like bees to honey.
It was sad, when he finally realized he held no interest for them. Not after his most recent dalliance three months or so ago with the young Xander in their troupe, just before he left for his own travels to Taengea. Zephyr found himself more interested in the gender of his own, and was unafraid to bask in it. He did not announce it of course, for such an interest was taboo in their culture, and Zephyr had no death wish, but he enjoyed the act of love too much to just sit back and do naught about it.
Cocking his head, the male studied the other as he spoke, noting the rugged features, the piercing hazel eyes and sharp angular features. He... wasn't bad looking himself, and Zephyr's gaze was one of appreciation as he heard Belen's explanation. Grinning, he settled on his bottom on the grass, crossing his legs as he spoke. "There is a time and place for everything, but you just picked the wrong time." sneakily, the mop-haired male winked at Belen. "Go when they are packing up. No one will notice if you happen to knock into someone and swipe it away." he smirked. Not that Zephyrus had done it himself before, but he was very observant of people, and he could at least try and help the distraught looking male, could he not?
"The name's Zephyrus, your knight in shining armor for today it seems." he cheekily introduced, offering a hand to the other in a friendly gesture. "Maybe we can take a stroll through town together? You might find something else that catches your eye."
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Brought up to perform and entertain, Zephyrus nature was one that was naturally friendly and open. The outgoing boy's smile came naturally, and his friendly quips even easier, and he simply could not stomach fear in any form. Perhaps that was why he had found it easier to stay as a performer, instead of enlist in the military as most men his age was wont to do. Despite his natural strength that came from years of training, Zephyrus would not be able to wield a sword to save his life.
He winced when his gentle dabs at the other's wounds caused him to hiss, and muttered, gentle apologies were quick to escape his lips, until he finished the cleaning process, and was satisfied that at the very least, the wound would heal by itself without causing any further damage. It may scar, but for now it would not kill at least.
When their eyes met, Zephyr would smile when he noticed the other's gaze lingering. Oh, the trapeze artist was no fool. He knew his looks were charming, and he's had his fair share of girls coming after him. From the smooth way he spoke, to the talent he posessed in air, all of which attracted the other gender like bees to honey.
It was sad, when he finally realized he held no interest for them. Not after his most recent dalliance three months or so ago with the young Xander in their troupe, just before he left for his own travels to Taengea. Zephyr found himself more interested in the gender of his own, and was unafraid to bask in it. He did not announce it of course, for such an interest was taboo in their culture, and Zephyr had no death wish, but he enjoyed the act of love too much to just sit back and do naught about it.
Cocking his head, the male studied the other as he spoke, noting the rugged features, the piercing hazel eyes and sharp angular features. He... wasn't bad looking himself, and Zephyr's gaze was one of appreciation as he heard Belen's explanation. Grinning, he settled on his bottom on the grass, crossing his legs as he spoke. "There is a time and place for everything, but you just picked the wrong time." sneakily, the mop-haired male winked at Belen. "Go when they are packing up. No one will notice if you happen to knock into someone and swipe it away." he smirked. Not that Zephyrus had done it himself before, but he was very observant of people, and he could at least try and help the distraught looking male, could he not?
"The name's Zephyrus, your knight in shining armor for today it seems." he cheekily introduced, offering a hand to the other in a friendly gesture. "Maybe we can take a stroll through town together? You might find something else that catches your eye."
Brought up to perform and entertain, Zephyrus nature was one that was naturally friendly and open. The outgoing boy's smile came naturally, and his friendly quips even easier, and he simply could not stomach fear in any form. Perhaps that was why he had found it easier to stay as a performer, instead of enlist in the military as most men his age was wont to do. Despite his natural strength that came from years of training, Zephyrus would not be able to wield a sword to save his life.
He winced when his gentle dabs at the other's wounds caused him to hiss, and muttered, gentle apologies were quick to escape his lips, until he finished the cleaning process, and was satisfied that at the very least, the wound would heal by itself without causing any further damage. It may scar, but for now it would not kill at least.
When their eyes met, Zephyr would smile when he noticed the other's gaze lingering. Oh, the trapeze artist was no fool. He knew his looks were charming, and he's had his fair share of girls coming after him. From the smooth way he spoke, to the talent he posessed in air, all of which attracted the other gender like bees to honey.
It was sad, when he finally realized he held no interest for them. Not after his most recent dalliance three months or so ago with the young Xander in their troupe, just before he left for his own travels to Taengea. Zephyr found himself more interested in the gender of his own, and was unafraid to bask in it. He did not announce it of course, for such an interest was taboo in their culture, and Zephyr had no death wish, but he enjoyed the act of love too much to just sit back and do naught about it.
Cocking his head, the male studied the other as he spoke, noting the rugged features, the piercing hazel eyes and sharp angular features. He... wasn't bad looking himself, and Zephyr's gaze was one of appreciation as he heard Belen's explanation. Grinning, he settled on his bottom on the grass, crossing his legs as he spoke. "There is a time and place for everything, but you just picked the wrong time." sneakily, the mop-haired male winked at Belen. "Go when they are packing up. No one will notice if you happen to knock into someone and swipe it away." he smirked. Not that Zephyrus had done it himself before, but he was very observant of people, and he could at least try and help the distraught looking male, could he not?
"The name's Zephyrus, your knight in shining armor for today it seems." he cheekily introduced, offering a hand to the other in a friendly gesture. "Maybe we can take a stroll through town together? You might find something else that catches your eye."
This man was apparently something else, in Belen’s eyes. In contrast to what he previously thought but moments ago, the mop haired man had shown nothing but genuine concern and kindness to him. Something, which seemed to be becoming a rarer and rarer commodity in Belen’s life. Ever since his mother passed away, around nine years ago, Belen had been on his own practically, only few of those were kind enough to even acknowledge the child as he grew up. With no father to speak off, and nothing but a bow and quill to his name, it was easy to see why in Belen’s childish mind, he would of blamed the gods for his misfortune. Something which he had not forgotten even to this day. Yet the man who sat in front of him seemed far different., after all if it was not for his quick thinking, Belen would of been locked up, or possibly worse.
Belen had no doubt in his mind that he was attracted to the same gender of his own. It was something he always seemingly knew. He never had an interest in women, and if he was, he had never met a woman who had even remotely peaked his interests. Ever since his early teens he had a strange affection for men, much rather sticking with them than his female counter parts, although what seemed strange then was completely normal in his eyes today. Even still, just because of the world they lived in, he was not open about it, Belen felt as if there was enough bad press hanging over his head already, he didn’t feel as if he needed anymore.
His eyes returned to the man as he explained a different approach to thievery. Which in his experience was not a bad route to take something. The only problem with today was the fact that he got over confident, he got cocky, foolishly thinking he could use the crowd to drown out whatever mistakes he made. Which was the case, it was just that in the heat of the moment, Belen did not think one could spot him, for as obvious as it was. Belen knew he’d pay for his mistakes if he made any, and he sorely did, now having a fresh scar to show for it. Belen blinked a few times looking as the man, barely catching that wink he gave him. After seeing it, Belen instinctively turned his head out of what seemed to be a slight hint of embarrassment, his hands reaching out for his quill and bow. The man who sat in front of him was no doubt good looking, he had a good face, natural good looking curls, slender body. Over all it was nothing to bat an eye at, what made it worse is that as he grew older, his looks probably wouldn’t change much, keeping him as almost an ideal of youth.
Zephyrus. That’s what the man’s name was. It seemingly sunk into his mind and stayed there locked down. Then again it was hard to forget the person who just saved you, let alone while he sat in front of you. Yet the name Zephyrus seemed to be forged into his memory. For better or for worse.
“Belen.” The young hunter said finally looking back, now gaining somewhat of a more confident grin. He took Zephyrus’ hand shaking it in greeting and thanks. He realised he could trust this man. At least for now, but even that was a reassuring thought. When he mentioned a stroll, that grin of his quickly turned into a much healthier smile, something which one would assume he had just refused to do up until now. Although Belen would make point to mention that if they were going back into town, they might as well stick away from the marketplace.
“I’m sure we will..."
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This man was apparently something else, in Belen’s eyes. In contrast to what he previously thought but moments ago, the mop haired man had shown nothing but genuine concern and kindness to him. Something, which seemed to be becoming a rarer and rarer commodity in Belen’s life. Ever since his mother passed away, around nine years ago, Belen had been on his own practically, only few of those were kind enough to even acknowledge the child as he grew up. With no father to speak off, and nothing but a bow and quill to his name, it was easy to see why in Belen’s childish mind, he would of blamed the gods for his misfortune. Something which he had not forgotten even to this day. Yet the man who sat in front of him seemed far different., after all if it was not for his quick thinking, Belen would of been locked up, or possibly worse.
Belen had no doubt in his mind that he was attracted to the same gender of his own. It was something he always seemingly knew. He never had an interest in women, and if he was, he had never met a woman who had even remotely peaked his interests. Ever since his early teens he had a strange affection for men, much rather sticking with them than his female counter parts, although what seemed strange then was completely normal in his eyes today. Even still, just because of the world they lived in, he was not open about it, Belen felt as if there was enough bad press hanging over his head already, he didn’t feel as if he needed anymore.
His eyes returned to the man as he explained a different approach to thievery. Which in his experience was not a bad route to take something. The only problem with today was the fact that he got over confident, he got cocky, foolishly thinking he could use the crowd to drown out whatever mistakes he made. Which was the case, it was just that in the heat of the moment, Belen did not think one could spot him, for as obvious as it was. Belen knew he’d pay for his mistakes if he made any, and he sorely did, now having a fresh scar to show for it. Belen blinked a few times looking as the man, barely catching that wink he gave him. After seeing it, Belen instinctively turned his head out of what seemed to be a slight hint of embarrassment, his hands reaching out for his quill and bow. The man who sat in front of him was no doubt good looking, he had a good face, natural good looking curls, slender body. Over all it was nothing to bat an eye at, what made it worse is that as he grew older, his looks probably wouldn’t change much, keeping him as almost an ideal of youth.
Zephyrus. That’s what the man’s name was. It seemingly sunk into his mind and stayed there locked down. Then again it was hard to forget the person who just saved you, let alone while he sat in front of you. Yet the name Zephyrus seemed to be forged into his memory. For better or for worse.
“Belen.” The young hunter said finally looking back, now gaining somewhat of a more confident grin. He took Zephyrus’ hand shaking it in greeting and thanks. He realised he could trust this man. At least for now, but even that was a reassuring thought. When he mentioned a stroll, that grin of his quickly turned into a much healthier smile, something which one would assume he had just refused to do up until now. Although Belen would make point to mention that if they were going back into town, they might as well stick away from the marketplace.
“I’m sure we will..."
This man was apparently something else, in Belen’s eyes. In contrast to what he previously thought but moments ago, the mop haired man had shown nothing but genuine concern and kindness to him. Something, which seemed to be becoming a rarer and rarer commodity in Belen’s life. Ever since his mother passed away, around nine years ago, Belen had been on his own practically, only few of those were kind enough to even acknowledge the child as he grew up. With no father to speak off, and nothing but a bow and quill to his name, it was easy to see why in Belen’s childish mind, he would of blamed the gods for his misfortune. Something which he had not forgotten even to this day. Yet the man who sat in front of him seemed far different., after all if it was not for his quick thinking, Belen would of been locked up, or possibly worse.
Belen had no doubt in his mind that he was attracted to the same gender of his own. It was something he always seemingly knew. He never had an interest in women, and if he was, he had never met a woman who had even remotely peaked his interests. Ever since his early teens he had a strange affection for men, much rather sticking with them than his female counter parts, although what seemed strange then was completely normal in his eyes today. Even still, just because of the world they lived in, he was not open about it, Belen felt as if there was enough bad press hanging over his head already, he didn’t feel as if he needed anymore.
His eyes returned to the man as he explained a different approach to thievery. Which in his experience was not a bad route to take something. The only problem with today was the fact that he got over confident, he got cocky, foolishly thinking he could use the crowd to drown out whatever mistakes he made. Which was the case, it was just that in the heat of the moment, Belen did not think one could spot him, for as obvious as it was. Belen knew he’d pay for his mistakes if he made any, and he sorely did, now having a fresh scar to show for it. Belen blinked a few times looking as the man, barely catching that wink he gave him. After seeing it, Belen instinctively turned his head out of what seemed to be a slight hint of embarrassment, his hands reaching out for his quill and bow. The man who sat in front of him was no doubt good looking, he had a good face, natural good looking curls, slender body. Over all it was nothing to bat an eye at, what made it worse is that as he grew older, his looks probably wouldn’t change much, keeping him as almost an ideal of youth.
Zephyrus. That’s what the man’s name was. It seemingly sunk into his mind and stayed there locked down. Then again it was hard to forget the person who just saved you, let alone while he sat in front of you. Yet the name Zephyrus seemed to be forged into his memory. For better or for worse.
“Belen.” The young hunter said finally looking back, now gaining somewhat of a more confident grin. He took Zephyrus’ hand shaking it in greeting and thanks. He realised he could trust this man. At least for now, but even that was a reassuring thought. When he mentioned a stroll, that grin of his quickly turned into a much healthier smile, something which one would assume he had just refused to do up until now. Although Belen would make point to mention that if they were going back into town, they might as well stick away from the marketplace.
“I’m sure we will..."
The confident grin that Belen flashed him surprised Zephyrus. From the way the thief had been almost shy and aloof earlier, the friendly trapeze artist found himself caught off guard, his eyes lingering on the facial features of the thief for just a tad bit longer, before Zephyrus grinned back his signature cheeky grin.
Liking the way he man now smiled, Zephyrus got off the ground, dusting off the back of his pants from the dirt and grime that had attached itself to the material of his pants, smirking as he motioned at Belen with a jerk of his head. "Back town? Although not the marketplace, or else I would have to save you again." Zephyrus flashed the grin.
Ensuring that Belen came after him, Zephyrus slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants, strolling casually across the field again towards the street which the two of them had ran out of, back in to the main street. But instead of leading them back to the Agora or the merchant's area, Zephyrus took a right turn towards the Central Plateia, a square where he knew there was no executions happening, but would be bustling with the wealthy and their conversation. While they wouldn't exactly blend in per say, considering neither boy was dressed in particularly fine clothing, certain few young beggars and peddler's of their craft would be there, so they wouldn't stand out too much.
"I've been in Aeteae all my life. Heard of the gymnasia on the outskirts?" Zephyrus casually tossed at Belen, flicking his hazel-green eyes at the thief with a grin, referring to his home gym. The gymnasia wasn't famous per say, but not many didn't know of the place where trapeze artists, contortionists and many others would emerge. They were known to be ridiculed sometimes, but Zephyr enjoyed his little family there. "That's where I stay. Have you been there before to watch any of the shows we put on?"
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The confident grin that Belen flashed him surprised Zephyrus. From the way the thief had been almost shy and aloof earlier, the friendly trapeze artist found himself caught off guard, his eyes lingering on the facial features of the thief for just a tad bit longer, before Zephyrus grinned back his signature cheeky grin.
Liking the way he man now smiled, Zephyrus got off the ground, dusting off the back of his pants from the dirt and grime that had attached itself to the material of his pants, smirking as he motioned at Belen with a jerk of his head. "Back town? Although not the marketplace, or else I would have to save you again." Zephyrus flashed the grin.
Ensuring that Belen came after him, Zephyrus slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants, strolling casually across the field again towards the street which the two of them had ran out of, back in to the main street. But instead of leading them back to the Agora or the merchant's area, Zephyrus took a right turn towards the Central Plateia, a square where he knew there was no executions happening, but would be bustling with the wealthy and their conversation. While they wouldn't exactly blend in per say, considering neither boy was dressed in particularly fine clothing, certain few young beggars and peddler's of their craft would be there, so they wouldn't stand out too much.
"I've been in Aeteae all my life. Heard of the gymnasia on the outskirts?" Zephyrus casually tossed at Belen, flicking his hazel-green eyes at the thief with a grin, referring to his home gym. The gymnasia wasn't famous per say, but not many didn't know of the place where trapeze artists, contortionists and many others would emerge. They were known to be ridiculed sometimes, but Zephyr enjoyed his little family there. "That's where I stay. Have you been there before to watch any of the shows we put on?"
The confident grin that Belen flashed him surprised Zephyrus. From the way the thief had been almost shy and aloof earlier, the friendly trapeze artist found himself caught off guard, his eyes lingering on the facial features of the thief for just a tad bit longer, before Zephyrus grinned back his signature cheeky grin.
Liking the way he man now smiled, Zephyrus got off the ground, dusting off the back of his pants from the dirt and grime that had attached itself to the material of his pants, smirking as he motioned at Belen with a jerk of his head. "Back town? Although not the marketplace, or else I would have to save you again." Zephyrus flashed the grin.
Ensuring that Belen came after him, Zephyrus slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants, strolling casually across the field again towards the street which the two of them had ran out of, back in to the main street. But instead of leading them back to the Agora or the merchant's area, Zephyrus took a right turn towards the Central Plateia, a square where he knew there was no executions happening, but would be bustling with the wealthy and their conversation. While they wouldn't exactly blend in per say, considering neither boy was dressed in particularly fine clothing, certain few young beggars and peddler's of their craft would be there, so they wouldn't stand out too much.
"I've been in Aeteae all my life. Heard of the gymnasia on the outskirts?" Zephyrus casually tossed at Belen, flicking his hazel-green eyes at the thief with a grin, referring to his home gym. The gymnasia wasn't famous per say, but not many didn't know of the place where trapeze artists, contortionists and many others would emerge. They were known to be ridiculed sometimes, but Zephyr enjoyed his little family there. "That's where I stay. Have you been there before to watch any of the shows we put on?"
Belen watched as Zephyrus kept his eyes over him. It was an odd feeling, to have someone look at him without a trace of disgust or panic, however despite the odd feelings it filled his mind with, it was a very welcomed change, and before he knew it Belen was still smiling.
Rising to his feet, with quill and bow over his shoulder, Belen looked over to the man that saved him nothing but half an hour ago. He grinned slightly hanging his head. “Yeah, wouldn’t want that again would we?” The hunter chuckled. When he looked back up he noticed Zephyrus had already made a fair distance back towards town, with a slight bit of shock, the young hunter wasted no time in running up to Zephyrus’ side as they approached town. The thought of going back anywhere near the market, scared him for obvious reasons. So perhaps sticking close to someone was the better idea than getting left behind. Upon entering the town once more, that confidence he had flashed moments before were completely lost, everything about Belen became more timid, his body language, his facial features, the way he walked, everything. The fact was made even more obvious by how he refused to look in any direction of guards whatsoever.
Upon reaching the Central Plateia, the hunter gave an audible sigh of relief, as he looked up from the ground. Stopping in his tracks, frozen like a statue, he watched everyone of wealthy standing walk throughout the streets so carelessly. If Zephyrus was to even catch a glimpse of him now, he would be able to see the wheels turning in his head. The amount of people he could pickpocket for small trinkets would easily be enough to feed himself for a week or so. A sly grin was quick to replace his timid features, as he took another few steps forward, coming back to Zephyrus’ side.
Belen ripped his eyes off the wealthy that littered the streets, back to the gymnast as he spoke of a gymnasia on the edge of Aeteae. At first the hunter rose a brow, shaking his head slightly. He had heard mutterings of young people who could perform feats so amazing they could be considered flying but never a gymnasia. Although Belen was not the type of person to really be interested in such a thing like that. Most of his time on the outskirts of Aeteae, but that was mainly for hunting and not much else. Unlike Zephyrus, Belen did not have a family to speak of, leading him to stay to himself a lot of the time, which also lead to him being rather un-knowledgeable about the providence he lived in. “I’ve heard people talking about young people who can fly, but I’m afraid not much else, and even if I knew any more I doubt I’d be able to pay to see a show… I’m really only able to just pay for myself most of the time.” The young hunter shrugged. Whenever it came down to things, money was generally a big problem, he barely got any money from hunting, due to people being rather unwilling to buy the hides of animals from no less than a child, so he generally only hunted to feed himself. Even stealing was a hard way to get money as usually he only stole what he needed or ended up injured, much like earlier today.
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Belen watched as Zephyrus kept his eyes over him. It was an odd feeling, to have someone look at him without a trace of disgust or panic, however despite the odd feelings it filled his mind with, it was a very welcomed change, and before he knew it Belen was still smiling.
Rising to his feet, with quill and bow over his shoulder, Belen looked over to the man that saved him nothing but half an hour ago. He grinned slightly hanging his head. “Yeah, wouldn’t want that again would we?” The hunter chuckled. When he looked back up he noticed Zephyrus had already made a fair distance back towards town, with a slight bit of shock, the young hunter wasted no time in running up to Zephyrus’ side as they approached town. The thought of going back anywhere near the market, scared him for obvious reasons. So perhaps sticking close to someone was the better idea than getting left behind. Upon entering the town once more, that confidence he had flashed moments before were completely lost, everything about Belen became more timid, his body language, his facial features, the way he walked, everything. The fact was made even more obvious by how he refused to look in any direction of guards whatsoever.
Upon reaching the Central Plateia, the hunter gave an audible sigh of relief, as he looked up from the ground. Stopping in his tracks, frozen like a statue, he watched everyone of wealthy standing walk throughout the streets so carelessly. If Zephyrus was to even catch a glimpse of him now, he would be able to see the wheels turning in his head. The amount of people he could pickpocket for small trinkets would easily be enough to feed himself for a week or so. A sly grin was quick to replace his timid features, as he took another few steps forward, coming back to Zephyrus’ side.
Belen ripped his eyes off the wealthy that littered the streets, back to the gymnast as he spoke of a gymnasia on the edge of Aeteae. At first the hunter rose a brow, shaking his head slightly. He had heard mutterings of young people who could perform feats so amazing they could be considered flying but never a gymnasia. Although Belen was not the type of person to really be interested in such a thing like that. Most of his time on the outskirts of Aeteae, but that was mainly for hunting and not much else. Unlike Zephyrus, Belen did not have a family to speak of, leading him to stay to himself a lot of the time, which also lead to him being rather un-knowledgeable about the providence he lived in. “I’ve heard people talking about young people who can fly, but I’m afraid not much else, and even if I knew any more I doubt I’d be able to pay to see a show… I’m really only able to just pay for myself most of the time.” The young hunter shrugged. Whenever it came down to things, money was generally a big problem, he barely got any money from hunting, due to people being rather unwilling to buy the hides of animals from no less than a child, so he generally only hunted to feed himself. Even stealing was a hard way to get money as usually he only stole what he needed or ended up injured, much like earlier today.
Belen watched as Zephyrus kept his eyes over him. It was an odd feeling, to have someone look at him without a trace of disgust or panic, however despite the odd feelings it filled his mind with, it was a very welcomed change, and before he knew it Belen was still smiling.
Rising to his feet, with quill and bow over his shoulder, Belen looked over to the man that saved him nothing but half an hour ago. He grinned slightly hanging his head. “Yeah, wouldn’t want that again would we?” The hunter chuckled. When he looked back up he noticed Zephyrus had already made a fair distance back towards town, with a slight bit of shock, the young hunter wasted no time in running up to Zephyrus’ side as they approached town. The thought of going back anywhere near the market, scared him for obvious reasons. So perhaps sticking close to someone was the better idea than getting left behind. Upon entering the town once more, that confidence he had flashed moments before were completely lost, everything about Belen became more timid, his body language, his facial features, the way he walked, everything. The fact was made even more obvious by how he refused to look in any direction of guards whatsoever.
Upon reaching the Central Plateia, the hunter gave an audible sigh of relief, as he looked up from the ground. Stopping in his tracks, frozen like a statue, he watched everyone of wealthy standing walk throughout the streets so carelessly. If Zephyrus was to even catch a glimpse of him now, he would be able to see the wheels turning in his head. The amount of people he could pickpocket for small trinkets would easily be enough to feed himself for a week or so. A sly grin was quick to replace his timid features, as he took another few steps forward, coming back to Zephyrus’ side.
Belen ripped his eyes off the wealthy that littered the streets, back to the gymnast as he spoke of a gymnasia on the edge of Aeteae. At first the hunter rose a brow, shaking his head slightly. He had heard mutterings of young people who could perform feats so amazing they could be considered flying but never a gymnasia. Although Belen was not the type of person to really be interested in such a thing like that. Most of his time on the outskirts of Aeteae, but that was mainly for hunting and not much else. Unlike Zephyrus, Belen did not have a family to speak of, leading him to stay to himself a lot of the time, which also lead to him being rather un-knowledgeable about the providence he lived in. “I’ve heard people talking about young people who can fly, but I’m afraid not much else, and even if I knew any more I doubt I’d be able to pay to see a show… I’m really only able to just pay for myself most of the time.” The young hunter shrugged. Whenever it came down to things, money was generally a big problem, he barely got any money from hunting, due to people being rather unwilling to buy the hides of animals from no less than a child, so he generally only hunted to feed himself. Even stealing was a hard way to get money as usually he only stole what he needed or ended up injured, much like earlier today.
Zephyrus was the type of person who could be comfortable... well, anywhere really. With a devil-may-care attitude that may occasionally come off as rude, but for the most part, Zephyrus was a charming young man, luck on his side. As Belen spoke, his eyes sparkled with the pride one could only have if they had great passion for their art.
Watching as the hunter seem to shrink into himself, Zephyrus raised an eye, beginning to notice a pattern from the way he spoke, the way he reacted to others, even to himself the very first time he had touched him just earlier back at the creek.
Did he fear humans? or was he just shy in general? A naturally curious male who was compassionate enough to want to help when someone felt discomfort, before Zephyrus could even say anything however, he saw the way Belen relaxed, much to his surprise. Looking up, he noted the reduction of guards, and then caught sight of the way Belen's eyes shined as he saw the amount of the rich and wealthy in the area he had led him to.
A knowing smile graced Zephyrus's face, but he stayed silent as Belen began speaking.
As the hunter finished his words, Zephyrus turned to face Belen, walking backwards so he could see him as he spoke. "That's me! I'm the resident flyboy." he crowed happily, the grin he wore infectious from the joy he had in his passion. "Do you want to watch one? I could always send you some tickets to our next show."
Deciding at that point, that Zephyr really preferred the sly grin he had wore, he paused in his tracks, reaching out to yank at Belen's clothing until the other stayed next to him under the shade of some roofs and against a wall, he nudged the other male and whispered against his ear, his lips so close it brushed against the other's earlobe. "Here's your chance. See that woman? She has so much jewelry on her, and she just slipped 2 drachma's in the folds of her chiton. Go for it." the aerial artist urged with a cheeky grin.
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Zephyrus was the type of person who could be comfortable... well, anywhere really. With a devil-may-care attitude that may occasionally come off as rude, but for the most part, Zephyrus was a charming young man, luck on his side. As Belen spoke, his eyes sparkled with the pride one could only have if they had great passion for their art.
Watching as the hunter seem to shrink into himself, Zephyrus raised an eye, beginning to notice a pattern from the way he spoke, the way he reacted to others, even to himself the very first time he had touched him just earlier back at the creek.
Did he fear humans? or was he just shy in general? A naturally curious male who was compassionate enough to want to help when someone felt discomfort, before Zephyrus could even say anything however, he saw the way Belen relaxed, much to his surprise. Looking up, he noted the reduction of guards, and then caught sight of the way Belen's eyes shined as he saw the amount of the rich and wealthy in the area he had led him to.
A knowing smile graced Zephyrus's face, but he stayed silent as Belen began speaking.
As the hunter finished his words, Zephyrus turned to face Belen, walking backwards so he could see him as he spoke. "That's me! I'm the resident flyboy." he crowed happily, the grin he wore infectious from the joy he had in his passion. "Do you want to watch one? I could always send you some tickets to our next show."
Deciding at that point, that Zephyr really preferred the sly grin he had wore, he paused in his tracks, reaching out to yank at Belen's clothing until the other stayed next to him under the shade of some roofs and against a wall, he nudged the other male and whispered against his ear, his lips so close it brushed against the other's earlobe. "Here's your chance. See that woman? She has so much jewelry on her, and she just slipped 2 drachma's in the folds of her chiton. Go for it." the aerial artist urged with a cheeky grin.
Zephyrus was the type of person who could be comfortable... well, anywhere really. With a devil-may-care attitude that may occasionally come off as rude, but for the most part, Zephyrus was a charming young man, luck on his side. As Belen spoke, his eyes sparkled with the pride one could only have if they had great passion for their art.
Watching as the hunter seem to shrink into himself, Zephyrus raised an eye, beginning to notice a pattern from the way he spoke, the way he reacted to others, even to himself the very first time he had touched him just earlier back at the creek.
Did he fear humans? or was he just shy in general? A naturally curious male who was compassionate enough to want to help when someone felt discomfort, before Zephyrus could even say anything however, he saw the way Belen relaxed, much to his surprise. Looking up, he noted the reduction of guards, and then caught sight of the way Belen's eyes shined as he saw the amount of the rich and wealthy in the area he had led him to.
A knowing smile graced Zephyrus's face, but he stayed silent as Belen began speaking.
As the hunter finished his words, Zephyrus turned to face Belen, walking backwards so he could see him as he spoke. "That's me! I'm the resident flyboy." he crowed happily, the grin he wore infectious from the joy he had in his passion. "Do you want to watch one? I could always send you some tickets to our next show."
Deciding at that point, that Zephyr really preferred the sly grin he had wore, he paused in his tracks, reaching out to yank at Belen's clothing until the other stayed next to him under the shade of some roofs and against a wall, he nudged the other male and whispered against his ear, his lips so close it brushed against the other's earlobe. "Here's your chance. See that woman? She has so much jewelry on her, and she just slipped 2 drachma's in the folds of her chiton. Go for it." the aerial artist urged with a cheeky grin.
As the two began to walk throughout the streets, Belen only began to realise how much different he stood out to the other beggars that dotted the streets. Belen was taller than most, probably due to him being older or his diet mainly consisting of the animals he hunted and what breads he could buy or steal. Belen, unlike everyone who seemed to wear robes of dirty whites, wore a brown toga, tied up by a belt on his waist, however what had to make him sick out from everyone had to be the weaponry he carried on his back. Bows and arrows were expensive, so it did not make all that much sense for Belen to have a bow as finely crafted as it was, nor the arrows he held onto. Although if one was too look, they could easily see the rather crude craftsmanship on the arrows, indicating he was the one that fashioned them.
With Zephyrus mentioning that the mummers of flying men and women to be true and him being one of them, Belen looked at the teen rather interested. Belen had always been rather quick and dexterous, however just from the way Zephyrus talked, sounding so sure within his abilities, he was on a completely different level. “Huh, I was wondering how you just seemed to appeared to fall from the sky when saving me.” The teen chuckled as he kept his eyes forward. Yet with the man asking if he would like to see one, his head snapped back. “I’m… I’m not to sure, I doubt I’d even be able to pay you back for something like that.” Belen responded towards the proposal of seeing a performance like that. Even if his words didn’t say it, the young hunter actually would of loved to see a show like that, a display of skill in something like that must of been nothing short of a masterpiece to see, yet he truly was not a fan of going somewhere where there would be lots of people, and he doubted he’d be able to bring in his bow, which only made him more hesitant to say yes, and then came the fact of payment. Belen was not wealthy, far from it. He lived on scraps and what he could hunt, if he did not hunt for food he would go hungry, so money was not something he knew much about.
Belen’s eyes wandered around the area, as he was stunned by the wealth of some people, and how they were just able to show it off. It was so alien to Belen that he almost stopped in his tracks, yet he was quickly shook out of his thoughts as Zephyrus pulled his arm and body into the shade. It was only now Belen realised how strong his newly found companion. Belen was definitely taller and by no means unfit in any shape or form, it just appeared that despite Zephyrus’ smaller stature he was so much stronger than he first appeared.
With his back up to the wall, Belen listened in as the male spoke. Yet he froze in place, something running over his body like a cold shiver as he heard the man’s whispered so close to him, that he could actually feel his lips. An odd feeling not too dissimilar to the way he felt when Zephyrus looked at him earlier, washed over him. Yet he did not let his mind linger on that for long as he spotted the women. That sly grin returning to his lips as he took a step forward before a thought him.
Belen was quick to take off his bow and quill. He turned to Zephyrus holding them out towards him. “Hold this, they would make noise if I was to try and sneak with them.” Belen mentioned with that sly grin. It was made pretty apparent that Belen had an intelligence to him, sure he didn’t seem like the person who would know how to read or write, yet when it came to something like this, that small hint of intelligence definitely shone through.
Smiling, Belen turned, stepping out of the shade for only a moment, before ducking under the shade of the house next to them. He seemed to follow the women slowly, waiting for something. Soon that something came in the form of a small crowd passing by. Waiting for the women to be engulfed in said crowd, the thief darted forward. Weaving through the crowd quickly, he just seemed to phase through the sight of man, until he got up to the women. Walking forward just in front of her, he carelessly knocked into the side of the women, pushing a part of the crowd apart as Belen purposely tripped onto the ground. Zephyrus, from where he was standing would of been able to just catch a glimpse of Belen’s hand snatching into the women’s pocket before he ‘fell’.
“I am so sorry miss!” Belen apologised, rising back to his feet as he brushed off the dust from his robes, giving what seemed to be a very genuine and polite smile to the women, as he held his hands behind his back. Met with nothing more than an unsatisfied “hmpf” the women passed on from the thief rather carelessly. With the job done, Belen rushed back into the shadows, before carefully retreating his way over to Zephyrus. Bringing his hand, he showed the spoils of his work, apparently coming out a bit better than expected, now holding not two but instead five drachmas. “Apparently she was holding onto a bit more than first thought.” Belen beamed with a truly genuine smile, as he scratched the back of his head.
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As the two began to walk throughout the streets, Belen only began to realise how much different he stood out to the other beggars that dotted the streets. Belen was taller than most, probably due to him being older or his diet mainly consisting of the animals he hunted and what breads he could buy or steal. Belen, unlike everyone who seemed to wear robes of dirty whites, wore a brown toga, tied up by a belt on his waist, however what had to make him sick out from everyone had to be the weaponry he carried on his back. Bows and arrows were expensive, so it did not make all that much sense for Belen to have a bow as finely crafted as it was, nor the arrows he held onto. Although if one was too look, they could easily see the rather crude craftsmanship on the arrows, indicating he was the one that fashioned them.
With Zephyrus mentioning that the mummers of flying men and women to be true and him being one of them, Belen looked at the teen rather interested. Belen had always been rather quick and dexterous, however just from the way Zephyrus talked, sounding so sure within his abilities, he was on a completely different level. “Huh, I was wondering how you just seemed to appeared to fall from the sky when saving me.” The teen chuckled as he kept his eyes forward. Yet with the man asking if he would like to see one, his head snapped back. “I’m… I’m not to sure, I doubt I’d even be able to pay you back for something like that.” Belen responded towards the proposal of seeing a performance like that. Even if his words didn’t say it, the young hunter actually would of loved to see a show like that, a display of skill in something like that must of been nothing short of a masterpiece to see, yet he truly was not a fan of going somewhere where there would be lots of people, and he doubted he’d be able to bring in his bow, which only made him more hesitant to say yes, and then came the fact of payment. Belen was not wealthy, far from it. He lived on scraps and what he could hunt, if he did not hunt for food he would go hungry, so money was not something he knew much about.
Belen’s eyes wandered around the area, as he was stunned by the wealth of some people, and how they were just able to show it off. It was so alien to Belen that he almost stopped in his tracks, yet he was quickly shook out of his thoughts as Zephyrus pulled his arm and body into the shade. It was only now Belen realised how strong his newly found companion. Belen was definitely taller and by no means unfit in any shape or form, it just appeared that despite Zephyrus’ smaller stature he was so much stronger than he first appeared.
With his back up to the wall, Belen listened in as the male spoke. Yet he froze in place, something running over his body like a cold shiver as he heard the man’s whispered so close to him, that he could actually feel his lips. An odd feeling not too dissimilar to the way he felt when Zephyrus looked at him earlier, washed over him. Yet he did not let his mind linger on that for long as he spotted the women. That sly grin returning to his lips as he took a step forward before a thought him.
Belen was quick to take off his bow and quill. He turned to Zephyrus holding them out towards him. “Hold this, they would make noise if I was to try and sneak with them.” Belen mentioned with that sly grin. It was made pretty apparent that Belen had an intelligence to him, sure he didn’t seem like the person who would know how to read or write, yet when it came to something like this, that small hint of intelligence definitely shone through.
Smiling, Belen turned, stepping out of the shade for only a moment, before ducking under the shade of the house next to them. He seemed to follow the women slowly, waiting for something. Soon that something came in the form of a small crowd passing by. Waiting for the women to be engulfed in said crowd, the thief darted forward. Weaving through the crowd quickly, he just seemed to phase through the sight of man, until he got up to the women. Walking forward just in front of her, he carelessly knocked into the side of the women, pushing a part of the crowd apart as Belen purposely tripped onto the ground. Zephyrus, from where he was standing would of been able to just catch a glimpse of Belen’s hand snatching into the women’s pocket before he ‘fell’.
“I am so sorry miss!” Belen apologised, rising back to his feet as he brushed off the dust from his robes, giving what seemed to be a very genuine and polite smile to the women, as he held his hands behind his back. Met with nothing more than an unsatisfied “hmpf” the women passed on from the thief rather carelessly. With the job done, Belen rushed back into the shadows, before carefully retreating his way over to Zephyrus. Bringing his hand, he showed the spoils of his work, apparently coming out a bit better than expected, now holding not two but instead five drachmas. “Apparently she was holding onto a bit more than first thought.” Belen beamed with a truly genuine smile, as he scratched the back of his head.
As the two began to walk throughout the streets, Belen only began to realise how much different he stood out to the other beggars that dotted the streets. Belen was taller than most, probably due to him being older or his diet mainly consisting of the animals he hunted and what breads he could buy or steal. Belen, unlike everyone who seemed to wear robes of dirty whites, wore a brown toga, tied up by a belt on his waist, however what had to make him sick out from everyone had to be the weaponry he carried on his back. Bows and arrows were expensive, so it did not make all that much sense for Belen to have a bow as finely crafted as it was, nor the arrows he held onto. Although if one was too look, they could easily see the rather crude craftsmanship on the arrows, indicating he was the one that fashioned them.
With Zephyrus mentioning that the mummers of flying men and women to be true and him being one of them, Belen looked at the teen rather interested. Belen had always been rather quick and dexterous, however just from the way Zephyrus talked, sounding so sure within his abilities, he was on a completely different level. “Huh, I was wondering how you just seemed to appeared to fall from the sky when saving me.” The teen chuckled as he kept his eyes forward. Yet with the man asking if he would like to see one, his head snapped back. “I’m… I’m not to sure, I doubt I’d even be able to pay you back for something like that.” Belen responded towards the proposal of seeing a performance like that. Even if his words didn’t say it, the young hunter actually would of loved to see a show like that, a display of skill in something like that must of been nothing short of a masterpiece to see, yet he truly was not a fan of going somewhere where there would be lots of people, and he doubted he’d be able to bring in his bow, which only made him more hesitant to say yes, and then came the fact of payment. Belen was not wealthy, far from it. He lived on scraps and what he could hunt, if he did not hunt for food he would go hungry, so money was not something he knew much about.
Belen’s eyes wandered around the area, as he was stunned by the wealth of some people, and how they were just able to show it off. It was so alien to Belen that he almost stopped in his tracks, yet he was quickly shook out of his thoughts as Zephyrus pulled his arm and body into the shade. It was only now Belen realised how strong his newly found companion. Belen was definitely taller and by no means unfit in any shape or form, it just appeared that despite Zephyrus’ smaller stature he was so much stronger than he first appeared.
With his back up to the wall, Belen listened in as the male spoke. Yet he froze in place, something running over his body like a cold shiver as he heard the man’s whispered so close to him, that he could actually feel his lips. An odd feeling not too dissimilar to the way he felt when Zephyrus looked at him earlier, washed over him. Yet he did not let his mind linger on that for long as he spotted the women. That sly grin returning to his lips as he took a step forward before a thought him.
Belen was quick to take off his bow and quill. He turned to Zephyrus holding them out towards him. “Hold this, they would make noise if I was to try and sneak with them.” Belen mentioned with that sly grin. It was made pretty apparent that Belen had an intelligence to him, sure he didn’t seem like the person who would know how to read or write, yet when it came to something like this, that small hint of intelligence definitely shone through.
Smiling, Belen turned, stepping out of the shade for only a moment, before ducking under the shade of the house next to them. He seemed to follow the women slowly, waiting for something. Soon that something came in the form of a small crowd passing by. Waiting for the women to be engulfed in said crowd, the thief darted forward. Weaving through the crowd quickly, he just seemed to phase through the sight of man, until he got up to the women. Walking forward just in front of her, he carelessly knocked into the side of the women, pushing a part of the crowd apart as Belen purposely tripped onto the ground. Zephyrus, from where he was standing would of been able to just catch a glimpse of Belen’s hand snatching into the women’s pocket before he ‘fell’.
“I am so sorry miss!” Belen apologised, rising back to his feet as he brushed off the dust from his robes, giving what seemed to be a very genuine and polite smile to the women, as he held his hands behind his back. Met with nothing more than an unsatisfied “hmpf” the women passed on from the thief rather carelessly. With the job done, Belen rushed back into the shadows, before carefully retreating his way over to Zephyrus. Bringing his hand, he showed the spoils of his work, apparently coming out a bit better than expected, now holding not two but instead five drachmas. “Apparently she was holding onto a bit more than first thought.” Belen beamed with a truly genuine smile, as he scratched the back of his head.
Zephyrus chuckled about his comment. "Yeah, falling from the sky seems to be a pretty common occurence to me. I'm somewhat of an angel." he retorted with a confident swagger in his steps, grinning. "Or I could always just get you to come for one of my practices? I have to do it everyday." Zephyr trailed off, his facial features twisting into a thoughtful look as he figured out how could he get Belen into the gymnasia without his father kicking up a fuss about bringing in strangers. Headmaster Dehan would never kick Zephyr out because he was perhaps one of the most lucrative performers for his gymnasia... but that didn't mean he couldn't do other things.
The artiste had grinned when he saw Belen's sly grin - really, it looked much better on the thief instead of the shy, scared goat look he wore! With confident eyes, hands in his pocket, Zephyr watched, his eyes trailing Belen's movements as the hunter trailed his prey, all while his mind multi-tasked on figuring out when was a good time to bring Belen over to the gymnasia, a time where there was less people around.
When Belen tripped the female, the slender brunette hid a laugh behind his hand. for his sharp eyes had spotted the sleight of his friend's hand, and when the male returned with his triumphant smile, Zephyr gave a proud smile in return, grinning as he saw the other beam.
Laughing, he instinctively reached his hand over to give Belen a quick ruffle of his head, before taking two out of the five drachma's he had managed to swipe. "Let's leave here before she finds out. We could get some food anyway.' he murmured, and without thinking much of it, grabbed Belen by the wrist, his slender fingers curling to hold the other's wrist firmly, half-tugging the male along with him to the next street.
It was only there at the start of a busy street with vendors lining the side, that Zephyrus dropped the wrist, and exchanged the two drachma's for two loaves of maza barley cakes, passing one over to Belen, as he bit into the other himself. Using the remaining 6 obols from the purchase of the maza cakes, he got a cut of cheese, breaking it into half and handing the other to Belen. "Back to watching me though... you can come over tomorrow? I have the gymnasia to myself tomorrow for practice time. You can watch... if you'd like to."
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Zephyrus chuckled about his comment. "Yeah, falling from the sky seems to be a pretty common occurence to me. I'm somewhat of an angel." he retorted with a confident swagger in his steps, grinning. "Or I could always just get you to come for one of my practices? I have to do it everyday." Zephyr trailed off, his facial features twisting into a thoughtful look as he figured out how could he get Belen into the gymnasia without his father kicking up a fuss about bringing in strangers. Headmaster Dehan would never kick Zephyr out because he was perhaps one of the most lucrative performers for his gymnasia... but that didn't mean he couldn't do other things.
The artiste had grinned when he saw Belen's sly grin - really, it looked much better on the thief instead of the shy, scared goat look he wore! With confident eyes, hands in his pocket, Zephyr watched, his eyes trailing Belen's movements as the hunter trailed his prey, all while his mind multi-tasked on figuring out when was a good time to bring Belen over to the gymnasia, a time where there was less people around.
When Belen tripped the female, the slender brunette hid a laugh behind his hand. for his sharp eyes had spotted the sleight of his friend's hand, and when the male returned with his triumphant smile, Zephyr gave a proud smile in return, grinning as he saw the other beam.
Laughing, he instinctively reached his hand over to give Belen a quick ruffle of his head, before taking two out of the five drachma's he had managed to swipe. "Let's leave here before she finds out. We could get some food anyway.' he murmured, and without thinking much of it, grabbed Belen by the wrist, his slender fingers curling to hold the other's wrist firmly, half-tugging the male along with him to the next street.
It was only there at the start of a busy street with vendors lining the side, that Zephyrus dropped the wrist, and exchanged the two drachma's for two loaves of maza barley cakes, passing one over to Belen, as he bit into the other himself. Using the remaining 6 obols from the purchase of the maza cakes, he got a cut of cheese, breaking it into half and handing the other to Belen. "Back to watching me though... you can come over tomorrow? I have the gymnasia to myself tomorrow for practice time. You can watch... if you'd like to."
Zephyrus chuckled about his comment. "Yeah, falling from the sky seems to be a pretty common occurence to me. I'm somewhat of an angel." he retorted with a confident swagger in his steps, grinning. "Or I could always just get you to come for one of my practices? I have to do it everyday." Zephyr trailed off, his facial features twisting into a thoughtful look as he figured out how could he get Belen into the gymnasia without his father kicking up a fuss about bringing in strangers. Headmaster Dehan would never kick Zephyr out because he was perhaps one of the most lucrative performers for his gymnasia... but that didn't mean he couldn't do other things.
The artiste had grinned when he saw Belen's sly grin - really, it looked much better on the thief instead of the shy, scared goat look he wore! With confident eyes, hands in his pocket, Zephyr watched, his eyes trailing Belen's movements as the hunter trailed his prey, all while his mind multi-tasked on figuring out when was a good time to bring Belen over to the gymnasia, a time where there was less people around.
When Belen tripped the female, the slender brunette hid a laugh behind his hand. for his sharp eyes had spotted the sleight of his friend's hand, and when the male returned with his triumphant smile, Zephyr gave a proud smile in return, grinning as he saw the other beam.
Laughing, he instinctively reached his hand over to give Belen a quick ruffle of his head, before taking two out of the five drachma's he had managed to swipe. "Let's leave here before she finds out. We could get some food anyway.' he murmured, and without thinking much of it, grabbed Belen by the wrist, his slender fingers curling to hold the other's wrist firmly, half-tugging the male along with him to the next street.
It was only there at the start of a busy street with vendors lining the side, that Zephyrus dropped the wrist, and exchanged the two drachma's for two loaves of maza barley cakes, passing one over to Belen, as he bit into the other himself. Using the remaining 6 obols from the purchase of the maza cakes, he got a cut of cheese, breaking it into half and handing the other to Belen. "Back to watching me though... you can come over tomorrow? I have the gymnasia to myself tomorrow for practice time. You can watch... if you'd like to."
Belen's eyes lit up for a moment as Zephyrus rean his fingers through his mess of hair, ruffling it up. The younger hunter closed his eyes twisting his head ever so gently. He even seemed to giggle at the gesture, as his mind flooded with memories of his mother doing the same thing whenever he did something for her. Even if she had left this world about nine years ago, he still kept her memory close and her bow closer, and with Zephyrus reminding him of her, Belen seemed to warm up to the boy even more. Opening his eyes he felt the tug by his wrist, and barely stopping himself from tripping over his own feet he found himself pulled away throughout the crowds.
Being led onto the busy street, Belen seemed to keep his head down just in case any of the vendors or guards saw him. Much like Zephyrus, Belen seemed to terrorise these streets, with his constant stealing and pickpocketing. Perhaps he was only caught once, and that time did end with his new scar, but that didn't mean nobody knew his face. He had been seen multiple times, he had always just been able to move and run faster than them. Although it was this that lead him to keeping to the shadows, and even now with Zephyrus, he didn't even tempt to make his presence known. Whilst Zephyrus paid for the cakes, Belen would of stood to the side, under the shade of a building's roof, his back prompted against it as he looked out for any guards that may of been patrolling. Instead he kept his eyes plastered to the ground his feet shuffling awkwardly as he stood rather close too Zephyrus.
With the cakes paid for, Belen was quick to walk away as soon as he could, with Zephyrus close behind, he made his way out of the busy street. He kept on walking until they made it back to that field once more. The river still running down as sunlight hit the water exploding into rays of light. It was here Belen felt comfortable, away from the crowds and closer to nature. For as deadly as it was, he learnt to respect it, treat it well and it would treat him well.
Looking up at Zephyrus, he took the cake as soon as it was handed to him. Dropping down he sat down on the grass, his teeth tearing into the bread ripping off a piece. With the piece of cheese offered to him, Belen reached out hesitantly, not because he was frightened, Zephyrus had shown only kindness, something Belen wasn't use too sure, but he didn't fear it. He was only hesitant because he had never been given things, it was all an odd concept to him.
Taking the piece of cheese, his fingers brushed across Zephyrus, his eyes looked up at the man with a smile on his lips. Listening to the acrobat he laugh at the man's confidence, he couldn't tell if he was playing up his own spotlight or not, but Belen found it endearing either way. Once he asked if Belen could come over tomorrow, the hunter cut him off before he could even finish his second sentence.
"Yes, I'd like that." He beamed looking at Zephyrus. He had nothing better to do, and after what only appeared to be a few hours, came to love the acrobats company. It was only now he realised how exhausting it was to be alone, like he had been for the past nine years. He was sick of it, and he needed a friend. And by whatever divine intervention he seemed to gain it today. "I'd like to see what you could really do, because I doubt falling from the sky is your main act!"
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Belen's eyes lit up for a moment as Zephyrus rean his fingers through his mess of hair, ruffling it up. The younger hunter closed his eyes twisting his head ever so gently. He even seemed to giggle at the gesture, as his mind flooded with memories of his mother doing the same thing whenever he did something for her. Even if she had left this world about nine years ago, he still kept her memory close and her bow closer, and with Zephyrus reminding him of her, Belen seemed to warm up to the boy even more. Opening his eyes he felt the tug by his wrist, and barely stopping himself from tripping over his own feet he found himself pulled away throughout the crowds.
Being led onto the busy street, Belen seemed to keep his head down just in case any of the vendors or guards saw him. Much like Zephyrus, Belen seemed to terrorise these streets, with his constant stealing and pickpocketing. Perhaps he was only caught once, and that time did end with his new scar, but that didn't mean nobody knew his face. He had been seen multiple times, he had always just been able to move and run faster than them. Although it was this that lead him to keeping to the shadows, and even now with Zephyrus, he didn't even tempt to make his presence known. Whilst Zephyrus paid for the cakes, Belen would of stood to the side, under the shade of a building's roof, his back prompted against it as he looked out for any guards that may of been patrolling. Instead he kept his eyes plastered to the ground his feet shuffling awkwardly as he stood rather close too Zephyrus.
With the cakes paid for, Belen was quick to walk away as soon as he could, with Zephyrus close behind, he made his way out of the busy street. He kept on walking until they made it back to that field once more. The river still running down as sunlight hit the water exploding into rays of light. It was here Belen felt comfortable, away from the crowds and closer to nature. For as deadly as it was, he learnt to respect it, treat it well and it would treat him well.
Looking up at Zephyrus, he took the cake as soon as it was handed to him. Dropping down he sat down on the grass, his teeth tearing into the bread ripping off a piece. With the piece of cheese offered to him, Belen reached out hesitantly, not because he was frightened, Zephyrus had shown only kindness, something Belen wasn't use too sure, but he didn't fear it. He was only hesitant because he had never been given things, it was all an odd concept to him.
Taking the piece of cheese, his fingers brushed across Zephyrus, his eyes looked up at the man with a smile on his lips. Listening to the acrobat he laugh at the man's confidence, he couldn't tell if he was playing up his own spotlight or not, but Belen found it endearing either way. Once he asked if Belen could come over tomorrow, the hunter cut him off before he could even finish his second sentence.
"Yes, I'd like that." He beamed looking at Zephyrus. He had nothing better to do, and after what only appeared to be a few hours, came to love the acrobats company. It was only now he realised how exhausting it was to be alone, like he had been for the past nine years. He was sick of it, and he needed a friend. And by whatever divine intervention he seemed to gain it today. "I'd like to see what you could really do, because I doubt falling from the sky is your main act!"
Belen's eyes lit up for a moment as Zephyrus rean his fingers through his mess of hair, ruffling it up. The younger hunter closed his eyes twisting his head ever so gently. He even seemed to giggle at the gesture, as his mind flooded with memories of his mother doing the same thing whenever he did something for her. Even if she had left this world about nine years ago, he still kept her memory close and her bow closer, and with Zephyrus reminding him of her, Belen seemed to warm up to the boy even more. Opening his eyes he felt the tug by his wrist, and barely stopping himself from tripping over his own feet he found himself pulled away throughout the crowds.
Being led onto the busy street, Belen seemed to keep his head down just in case any of the vendors or guards saw him. Much like Zephyrus, Belen seemed to terrorise these streets, with his constant stealing and pickpocketing. Perhaps he was only caught once, and that time did end with his new scar, but that didn't mean nobody knew his face. He had been seen multiple times, he had always just been able to move and run faster than them. Although it was this that lead him to keeping to the shadows, and even now with Zephyrus, he didn't even tempt to make his presence known. Whilst Zephyrus paid for the cakes, Belen would of stood to the side, under the shade of a building's roof, his back prompted against it as he looked out for any guards that may of been patrolling. Instead he kept his eyes plastered to the ground his feet shuffling awkwardly as he stood rather close too Zephyrus.
With the cakes paid for, Belen was quick to walk away as soon as he could, with Zephyrus close behind, he made his way out of the busy street. He kept on walking until they made it back to that field once more. The river still running down as sunlight hit the water exploding into rays of light. It was here Belen felt comfortable, away from the crowds and closer to nature. For as deadly as it was, he learnt to respect it, treat it well and it would treat him well.
Looking up at Zephyrus, he took the cake as soon as it was handed to him. Dropping down he sat down on the grass, his teeth tearing into the bread ripping off a piece. With the piece of cheese offered to him, Belen reached out hesitantly, not because he was frightened, Zephyrus had shown only kindness, something Belen wasn't use too sure, but he didn't fear it. He was only hesitant because he had never been given things, it was all an odd concept to him.
Taking the piece of cheese, his fingers brushed across Zephyrus, his eyes looked up at the man with a smile on his lips. Listening to the acrobat he laugh at the man's confidence, he couldn't tell if he was playing up his own spotlight or not, but Belen found it endearing either way. Once he asked if Belen could come over tomorrow, the hunter cut him off before he could even finish his second sentence.
"Yes, I'd like that." He beamed looking at Zephyrus. He had nothing better to do, and after what only appeared to be a few hours, came to love the acrobats company. It was only now he realised how exhausting it was to be alone, like he had been for the past nine years. He was sick of it, and he needed a friend. And by whatever divine intervention he seemed to gain it today. "I'd like to see what you could really do, because I doubt falling from the sky is your main act!"
Zephyrus had always been someone who enjoyed touch over words and looks - a naturally kinesthetic person, it was no surprise that he was a touchy one. That, and his nature was that of a playful one, and with Belen being so quiet and distant, the acrobat naturally wanted to see if he could draw the archer out of his shell - he was cute, Zephyrus wasn't about to lie to himself.
He enjoyed the closeness Belen seemed to have to him, the smile he wore like a cat who got the cream when the other shuffled closer to him as he offered the food over. His eyes did not waver from the archer's as their gazes met, instead Zepyrus flashed a cheeky smirk when Belen agreed quickly, his pride inflating himself. The male puffed his chest out, breaking off a piece of bread and cheese to feed himself as they strolled over down the streets, away from the markets towards the quieter area's of the Aetaea province.
"I'll hope I'll be able to amaze you then, Belen." he grinned, his swagger in his steps, one hand in his pocket while the other fed himself. In silence, the food was consumed in companiable silence whilst the bustle of the market faded to a dull din behind them. Finishing up the last of his food, Zephyrus flicked is gaze over to Belen, and gave a small smile. "And... perhaps you can teach me archery?" His smile turned a little shy, a rare occurence for the usually confident acrobat. "Or anything, really. I'd... like to see you more."
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Zephyrus had always been someone who enjoyed touch over words and looks - a naturally kinesthetic person, it was no surprise that he was a touchy one. That, and his nature was that of a playful one, and with Belen being so quiet and distant, the acrobat naturally wanted to see if he could draw the archer out of his shell - he was cute, Zephyrus wasn't about to lie to himself.
He enjoyed the closeness Belen seemed to have to him, the smile he wore like a cat who got the cream when the other shuffled closer to him as he offered the food over. His eyes did not waver from the archer's as their gazes met, instead Zepyrus flashed a cheeky smirk when Belen agreed quickly, his pride inflating himself. The male puffed his chest out, breaking off a piece of bread and cheese to feed himself as they strolled over down the streets, away from the markets towards the quieter area's of the Aetaea province.
"I'll hope I'll be able to amaze you then, Belen." he grinned, his swagger in his steps, one hand in his pocket while the other fed himself. In silence, the food was consumed in companiable silence whilst the bustle of the market faded to a dull din behind them. Finishing up the last of his food, Zephyrus flicked is gaze over to Belen, and gave a small smile. "And... perhaps you can teach me archery?" His smile turned a little shy, a rare occurence for the usually confident acrobat. "Or anything, really. I'd... like to see you more."
Zephyrus had always been someone who enjoyed touch over words and looks - a naturally kinesthetic person, it was no surprise that he was a touchy one. That, and his nature was that of a playful one, and with Belen being so quiet and distant, the acrobat naturally wanted to see if he could draw the archer out of his shell - he was cute, Zephyrus wasn't about to lie to himself.
He enjoyed the closeness Belen seemed to have to him, the smile he wore like a cat who got the cream when the other shuffled closer to him as he offered the food over. His eyes did not waver from the archer's as their gazes met, instead Zepyrus flashed a cheeky smirk when Belen agreed quickly, his pride inflating himself. The male puffed his chest out, breaking off a piece of bread and cheese to feed himself as they strolled over down the streets, away from the markets towards the quieter area's of the Aetaea province.
"I'll hope I'll be able to amaze you then, Belen." he grinned, his swagger in his steps, one hand in his pocket while the other fed himself. In silence, the food was consumed in companiable silence whilst the bustle of the market faded to a dull din behind them. Finishing up the last of his food, Zephyrus flicked is gaze over to Belen, and gave a small smile. "And... perhaps you can teach me archery?" His smile turned a little shy, a rare occurence for the usually confident acrobat. "Or anything, really. I'd... like to see you more."
Belen watched the boy for a while as he slowly finished off his food. He found himself smiling for the most part, something he never really seemed to do much until today. Even with the newly acquired scar which he had gained only a few hours ago at this point, seemed to be no problem. Sure it still hurt as he smiled as widely as he did, but he didn't care. Not while he was in company, company he so desperately wanted to stay with.
"I'm sure you will Zephyrus, then again that's all you've seemed to do wince we've met, I wonder when it will start wearing out." The younger archer laughed. Although there was definitely a large part of him that didn't want it to stop, not for a while at least. Although it was when Zephyrus began to ask him about Archery did his eyes light up. It only seemed to be when the acrobat blinked, was Belen on his feet stood in front of him, his bow already off his shoulder and his hands. His eyes seemed to spark, as enthusiasm filled his body. He only seemed to be a fraction of this enthusiastic when he stole money from that women, but this seemed to be different, it was his everything and his all.
Although it was that sudden shy attitude from Zephyrus that made Belen go quiet. He titled his head as his bow as lowered. It was a shock to the system, that quickly left Belen in a rather awkward situation staring at the ground. That silent air seemed to linger for years in Belen's mind, as his mind began to twist and turn thinking of what to do.
It took a few moments, but Belen reached out, grabbing Zephyrus by the hand. With a small turn of the heel, Belen seemed to lead the male off towards those woods near the lake. Belen lead the both of them through those woods, although it was clear as the afternoon summer sun cracked through those leaves, Belen knew exactly where he was going. With every small twist and turn, he did it with intent.
It was only a few minutes, before they reached a small clearing. The light breaking through the leaves, and causing that small amount of dust in the air too almost sparkle. The centre of the clearing held a small pile of burnt wood, still smouldering gently, as a tiny plume of smoke rose up from it. Belen let go of Zephyrus' hand, only to hold his bow out to the acrobat. "I want to see you more as well, so, you teach me something and I'll teach you." The young archer smiled as he scratched the back of his head.
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Belen watched the boy for a while as he slowly finished off his food. He found himself smiling for the most part, something he never really seemed to do much until today. Even with the newly acquired scar which he had gained only a few hours ago at this point, seemed to be no problem. Sure it still hurt as he smiled as widely as he did, but he didn't care. Not while he was in company, company he so desperately wanted to stay with.
"I'm sure you will Zephyrus, then again that's all you've seemed to do wince we've met, I wonder when it will start wearing out." The younger archer laughed. Although there was definitely a large part of him that didn't want it to stop, not for a while at least. Although it was when Zephyrus began to ask him about Archery did his eyes light up. It only seemed to be when the acrobat blinked, was Belen on his feet stood in front of him, his bow already off his shoulder and his hands. His eyes seemed to spark, as enthusiasm filled his body. He only seemed to be a fraction of this enthusiastic when he stole money from that women, but this seemed to be different, it was his everything and his all.
Although it was that sudden shy attitude from Zephyrus that made Belen go quiet. He titled his head as his bow as lowered. It was a shock to the system, that quickly left Belen in a rather awkward situation staring at the ground. That silent air seemed to linger for years in Belen's mind, as his mind began to twist and turn thinking of what to do.
It took a few moments, but Belen reached out, grabbing Zephyrus by the hand. With a small turn of the heel, Belen seemed to lead the male off towards those woods near the lake. Belen lead the both of them through those woods, although it was clear as the afternoon summer sun cracked through those leaves, Belen knew exactly where he was going. With every small twist and turn, he did it with intent.
It was only a few minutes, before they reached a small clearing. The light breaking through the leaves, and causing that small amount of dust in the air too almost sparkle. The centre of the clearing held a small pile of burnt wood, still smouldering gently, as a tiny plume of smoke rose up from it. Belen let go of Zephyrus' hand, only to hold his bow out to the acrobat. "I want to see you more as well, so, you teach me something and I'll teach you." The young archer smiled as he scratched the back of his head.
Belen watched the boy for a while as he slowly finished off his food. He found himself smiling for the most part, something he never really seemed to do much until today. Even with the newly acquired scar which he had gained only a few hours ago at this point, seemed to be no problem. Sure it still hurt as he smiled as widely as he did, but he didn't care. Not while he was in company, company he so desperately wanted to stay with.
"I'm sure you will Zephyrus, then again that's all you've seemed to do wince we've met, I wonder when it will start wearing out." The younger archer laughed. Although there was definitely a large part of him that didn't want it to stop, not for a while at least. Although it was when Zephyrus began to ask him about Archery did his eyes light up. It only seemed to be when the acrobat blinked, was Belen on his feet stood in front of him, his bow already off his shoulder and his hands. His eyes seemed to spark, as enthusiasm filled his body. He only seemed to be a fraction of this enthusiastic when he stole money from that women, but this seemed to be different, it was his everything and his all.
Although it was that sudden shy attitude from Zephyrus that made Belen go quiet. He titled his head as his bow as lowered. It was a shock to the system, that quickly left Belen in a rather awkward situation staring at the ground. That silent air seemed to linger for years in Belen's mind, as his mind began to twist and turn thinking of what to do.
It took a few moments, but Belen reached out, grabbing Zephyrus by the hand. With a small turn of the heel, Belen seemed to lead the male off towards those woods near the lake. Belen lead the both of them through those woods, although it was clear as the afternoon summer sun cracked through those leaves, Belen knew exactly where he was going. With every small twist and turn, he did it with intent.
It was only a few minutes, before they reached a small clearing. The light breaking through the leaves, and causing that small amount of dust in the air too almost sparkle. The centre of the clearing held a small pile of burnt wood, still smouldering gently, as a tiny plume of smoke rose up from it. Belen let go of Zephyrus' hand, only to hold his bow out to the acrobat. "I want to see you more as well, so, you teach me something and I'll teach you." The young archer smiled as he scratched the back of his head.
