My crimes are my own to bare.
The city was a hustle and bustle as it ever was when this sort of thing happened. As usual Tellathia Royal family had long been there. Hailing from the Tellathia homeland, a very frigged place in the winter, and very wet during the spring and summer, the closer one got to the capital. Yet The kingdom reached out to even the seas, making it one of the more prosperous nations. This lead to it's, inhabitants taking a rather unique personality's and ability's to take weathers. The People of Tellathia grew comfortable in the cold, yet many dreaded the heat. Yet many of the Tellathia people were more laid back and carefree, or overly stressed out. This didn't affect the country any though, yet to many of the people of Tellathia there were few notable acceptations to these generalization's. One being the Prince of Tellathia, Alvion Va Tellathia, The first, a notable youth for his violent actions, his mischief, and generally acting like a hoodlum. Though he was a prince, the Royals couldn't keep up with him, which lead many of the people in the capital, to see him as nothing more then another riff raft. This however hasn't changed, as all of the guards, and royals who were currently at the castle.
♣♣♣ Moments prier. ♥♥♥
"M....M'lord...!" A young attendant of the Tellathia family yelled coming from afar. His name was Ozian, or Oz for short. He was the personal attendant of the Young Prince Alvion, or rather his watcher. Oz was a pete young man, he was a stereotypical attendant, a small frame, that would seem to belong to a girl much rather a male of his age.. With fine short Raven black hair. Many would confuse him for the Prince rather then his master. 'Yes, What is it boy! Spit it out and be gone with you!' The Tellathia king yelled at the poor child. Oz hated dealing with the king and queen, and really wished his master would be more responsible, or at least run away at times it would be acceptable. "A...Alvion got away again....When you sent him to change, the Yuumara maids pushed me out to, 'Help him...' And well.... Time went by....And apparently he pulled the Woo trick...." Oz explained waiting for the yelling. Which it did come, for the next thirty minutes he was being yelled at, until one of the guards stepped in and suggested they go look for Alvion rather then yelling at oz. The Royal guard, that came with them, save a few elites were sent to look for Alvion.
♦♦♦The Present time♠♠♠
The sounds of crashing boxes, yelling, and panting, could be heard from the back ally's of Yuumara. The sound of a young man laughing as he ran away from the Yuumara Police force. 'Get back here you rift raft! Your going to pay for that!' were some of the things they yelled at him. "Time to make my exit!" The Teen began jumping in the box's that littered the side streets, knocking them over as he jumped off of them. "Later!" He yelled jumping into the crowded streets, laughing. He soared over the heads of the oblivious, knocking over a few as he landed. He did land near a girl, whom he did find was oddly dressed, yet then again he was in another country. He grinned and winked, darting off back into the ally avoiding the angry people
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Alvion Va Tellathia___________♠♠♠
My crimes are my own to bare.
A deep sigh echoed from the young man sitting upon a crate looking out into the street. He was already a good distance from the area he had escaped. It wasn't hard to escape them, which made it no fun at all. After all the fun was in the chase not the action that got him chased. By this point it didn't matter either way. He heaved himself up from the crate and strolled into the crowd. It was a stupid reason, but everyone seemed to be in such high spirits. After all, it was just the gathering of royals, it wasn't even about the people either. He chuckled slightly to himself, a reason to party, was all he could think of. It was indeed a good of a reason as any, to party for the sake of it. Perhaps he could even get in on the action himself.
It wasn't long before he was in the lower parts of town. Where the most people were present, and where the action really took place. The upper town was fine, and all but it didn't suit his tastes. The nobles everywhere, where all too stuck up. There was little chance of finding anything of real interest there. Even here he did blend into the crowd. So there was much more chance to get away with passing for one. It didn't take him too long to find something that, 'Interested him.' He merged into the group of people to see what was going on. A eyebrow did raise, at what was in front of him, a street dancer.
Something that his father had outlawed in recent years. Yet this was odd to him, he hadn't seen a street dancer as young as her before. Normally they were adult women, who would dance and every so often talk with one of the men, and go off with them. This in truth might be a bit different then the type of 'Street dancer' this girl was. He watched her for a bit before a distraction came to him. Something that was of more interest to him arose near by. A fight, or rather a bulling or so it seemed. He moved out of the group around the girl, rushing to the fight. "Lets see what we have here." He chuckled to himself, perhaps it would be something he could have fun with. Merging into the group he found himself completely annoyed.
The group around them was rather large. Yet only two competitors, a small frail person with there back to them, already beat up. The smaller one clearly didn't seem to want to fight, he had no guard up, and he was bloody already. The young man didn't want to get involved anymore, the one fighting the little one had no honor. If he was willing to beat on someone who had no will to fight, there was no fun in it. It wasn't moments later, that the young man began to move out of the group, that he heard the smaller one speak. 'Please, I am merely looking for...My master....' The small frail voice, soft overtones, a voice he remembered all to well. "Oz!" The young man's voice boomed in his own head. This was one thing he couldn't allow. He knew Oz far to well to leave him there.
By his name as the successor to the Tellathia throne. He forced his way out of the crowd into the ring created by the people. Swiftly he made his way to Oz who was now on the floor. "You really are a foolish one Oz, fighting, you know full well you can't fight!" He laughed at him kneeling down next to him. 'M...Master....Alvio-' Oz spoke to him, before stopping himself realizing how bad that would be to say his full name. "Don't worry Oz all mop this mess up for you, like always." Alvion grinned, standing up, he knew he confused Oz by that comment. His opponent seemed to not care that the two switched, after all Alvion didn't seem like he was a fighter. "Let's go!" Alvion yelled launching head first. People would find his movements odd, it was like he was hovering in mid air, his movements light and quick, like a dancers. Which were not entirely true, Alvion was a Master of the Flying Aeres.
This would be quick, the man was large, and slow, which made things a lot easier, for the leaner and so much meaner Alvion. First was a right, which Alvion dodged by ducking. Using his flight Aeres, he propelled himself forward using his shoulder to ram into the fat blubber the man called a stomach. The hit landed and hard, it wasn't till after did Alvion think that was a bad idea. Though the blubber soften the impact, the force of it was still good enough to make him stumble back a few feet and throw up. Alvion chuckled, but found himself in a bad position, the guards were coming now. "Chi, so much my fun! Come on Oz time to make our escape!" Alvion said hulling Oz off the ground, he had passed out about the start of the fight, which was good. It meant he wouldn't have a lecture about his usage of Aeres. He forced his way out of the crowed and into the dancers. Snatching her bowel, as he had planned to do from the beginning.
"Later!" He laughed running away moving through the crowed of people into the ally's. The safe haven of the thieves of today. He ran for what seemed to be forever, until he knew he better stop and check Oz's wounds, halting behind some crates out of view of anyone coming. He checked Oz's wounds using cloth from his under tunic as a bandage of the larger wounds. Resting back next to the past out oz he took the money he had stolen from the dancer, and tossed it into a pouch. "Well there's more to the bread money!" Alvion laughed he was already a good thief, and it wasn't like he needed it, but it was fun to look at it like that.
