(( OOC: I'm in bit of a role play funk lately, so it's not all that great. A little late, but it's up as I promised man, hope you enjoy. ))

A stray bird soared through the vast open skies before passing under the sun to cast its shadow down across his face. Freedom…What did it truly mean to be free? Did it mean that you were truly free to make your own decisions or was it just another farce to make you believe that was the case? No matter what it meant, he knew he would never be free, because being free meant to live with no worries nor cares. If anything, he was as far from free as he could possibly get being chained both by his emotional attachments and even the very chains themselves.

Casting his gaze down to his wrists briefly, blue orbs silently danced across the metallic features of the very metal chain links that bound him to this blasted pole. He wasn’t just a prisoner, but an attraction and an example to those who went against the Taras law. Most of the people who passed by would either gawk in sheer astonishment or cast a simple fleeting gaze. Regardless if they stared or not, it still pissed him off to a great extent to simply be treated as some sideshow freak for them to get their jollies off on. If he got out of this, oh would he make them pay…They didn’t call him Twilight Tsunami for anything and if they truly felt they were going to simply get away with this, then they would come to a shrewd awakening. Somehow, someway he would find a way out of this, but until then he was helpless for now and he would have to accept that as that.

Gradually his eyes would fade shut only to welcome on the darkness of his own mind where he would proceed to mesh and weave his own options and ideas together. Even though it would do him little good, it still kept his mind off of the position he was in, no less the pain he was beginning to feel in his wrists, which worked well enough for him. At least until a soft voice broke the silence, which caused his eyes to flutter open only to come a rest upon the face of a girl just mere inches from his own, “Huh?” was all he managed to croak out in response.

The girl tilted her head to the side and poked him a few times in the nose, “Oh good, I thought you were dead.”

Quirking a brow, he would snap his teeth at her finger, forcing her to retract it from his nose, “Buzz off, I’m not interested in talking to you.”

The girl giggled gaily and looked around her for a brief moment to see if any of the four guards posted had noticed her yet, “So you don’t remember me from earlier?”

Releasing a frustrated sigh, his eyes would trace the features of her face. She wasn’t bad looking, but she wasn’t quite his age to be all that interested in, perhaps in a few years it would be fine, but for now there was just no way. Turning the thought aside, a simple smile would trace his features, “Yes I do. You’re the reason I’m here after all, but it’s fine…Don’t sweat it. Now…why don’t you run along, before they find you? I’m sure they won’t be nice if they find you here talking to me.”

Shaking her head in response, she would place a soft delicate hand to his face to make sure he had no choice but to look at her, “Listen, I got you in here and I’ll get you out, somehow. I really respect you for what you did back there, you didn’t need to and now you’re here because of it. That’s something I just can’t live with, especially if they’re going to execute you. I heard one of the guards talking…And that’s why I’m here.” She paused for a second to steal a quick glance around her. But as she was going to speak again, he would head her off at the pass at least until she put her hand over his mouth, “Shh, let me speak. Now, I’m going to leave for a while, but I’m going to try and find someone to help me get you out. I’ll be back, I promise.” Soon as the final word trailed from her lips, she would lean in and plant a kiss upon his cheek before scuttling off.

Taken completely off guard by the entire ordeal, he simply sat dumbfounded for a few moments. Why…Why was she helping him, sure he risked his neck for her, but it’s not like she really owed him anything. The shear thought of it seemed to remind him of the old days, back when she used to do the same for him. A sudden sick feeling quickly washed over him and he began to feel like he was going to throw up, but he fought off the urge. What was wrong with him lately? Was he beginning to lose it or was this a sign of things to come…? Whatever it was, it was beginning to piss him off.

The girl moved like a cat through the busy streets of Taras, weaving in and out of traffic almost effortlessly on her plight. Within moments though, she would find her candidate, which caused her to slow to a near dead stop a short distance off from him. From first glance he wouldn’t appear to much more than that of a simple warrior, but something deep inside of her told her that he was the one that could help him. However, she wouldn’t simply take that as that, because she needed to make certain. This was a one shot thing and if she made a mistake at selecting the wrong person, then she would get the both of them killed and that wasn’t what she wanted. For a while she stood there totally oblivious to the surroundings around her, but focused solely upon this man in front of her. Eyes transfixed to his, she would notice something that would cause her to make her decision. She remembered what her mother had once told her, ‘The eyes are the windows to the soul.’ THAT, that was what helped make her decision, because in this man’s eyes laid the ambitions to be recognized as a great warrior.

With that she pressed forward and to the man as she proceeded to push those who got in her way out of it. Upon approaching the man, she would offer only a few words, "Come with me, please." Her hand would move out to his, taking it up within her own and tugged him along the best she could. She was almost certain he would resist, but if he wouldn’t then she would lead him to the town square where Greed was chained to a wooden like cross. Hopefully she was right about this man being able to take out the four or five guards there, but if she wasn’t then may the gods bless them both.

(OOC: Eh, sorry it's late, I had a surprise trip yesterday that invloved hours of driving, and I was really tired when I got home. Here it is, I know it's not that good and all but meh.)

Taras. The greatest and largest city in the world. A huge port town, the centre of trade and commerce in the whole of Imythess, full of renowned architecture and buildings. It was world-famous. Situated next to the long, silver beaches of the bay, it was a place full of tourists and merchants hoping to earn their fortune. Massive markets were held in its many bright and fruitful streets – all manner of goods being sold there. It was a place of goodwill, where travellers from across the globe arrived just to see the fabulous palaces and houses it contained. Its skies were often sunny and rain didn’t come very much. It was picturesque, like something one might find on a postcard.

But for Wrath, it didn’t seem the town it was made out to be. Having been in the city only a few days, he had almost been stolen off and beaten up numerous times. Were it not for his training, he would be dead, lying in some gutter. He had arrived, looking for some work, hoping to gain a little knowledge of the area as well. For him, Taras was an unknown territory, as he had heard only stories from travelling merchants telling him what the town was like. They spoke of markets and glowing lights, yet he had arrived in a backwater area and been subsequently disappointed. He was started to get angry, and the city was not living up to his expectations. He would leave soon, if things carried on in this way. Drunken wastrels lined the streets by dark, and there as no purpose to anything there. Taras was almost as bad as Wrath himself, people grasping at doomed attempts to grab power, everyone interested only in gold. Yes, he told himself. He would leave soon.

He didn’t know he was going to be swayed so easily.

Fire and hatred rose up inside Wrath. “Greed…” His fist clenched, as he saw the figure leaning against a pole, shackled in various places. His nose turned up, his eyes moving into a frown. “You bastard. You treacherous bastard, I’ll make you pay.” He stood from the street corner, kneeling down, staring at the almost sleeping person he had known for years. The girl who had shown him here was still gripping his hand, looking at him oddly. He sat in silence for a minute, trying to get a hold of his emotions, organising them. There were two main feelings, the thoughts of hate and betrayal. Greed had nearly killed Wrath, had it not been for his lucky escape. Then, another thought crept into his mind; Revenge. He would stop at nothing. He had been at the top of his game, and everything had come crumbling down. Yes, Greed would pay.

Wrath, in a single swipe, knocked the girl away from him. “If you are still here by the time I’ve finished, I won’t be so nice.” He whispered in the tone of voice used by those who are about to kill someone. “I will kill you.” With a single swipe he knocked her from him, sending her skidding against the floor. “You have been warned, don’t let me see you again.”

The square was in the main part of the city, near the grand markets. It was a large crossroad, four streets leading off at right-angles. I think I’ll stay in Taras just a bit longer. I trust Greed will give a good chase. He had forgotten his earlier thought of leaving the town, as he strode up towards the pole where Greed was still leaning. Two of the four guards posted were apparently asleep, and the other two were talking loudly at the other side of the crossroads. But, they turned round to the thunderous strides and the bellowing shouts. “Greed, You traitor!”

((OOC: Wow, it's been a while. I'm sorry about that, I got tied up into things, but here it is. Hope you like it, should be kinda humorous and if you got any questions lemme know. ))

While he sat there, countless thoughts ran adrift through the caverns of his mind; each of them taking his attention for a moments time before passing along just as quickly as they had come. As of late he had a lot of time to think about things, but the more he thought, the more he found his rage growing deep inside of him. If he had the chance he would wipe everything clean and start all over again, just like nothing had ever happened, but that was clearly out of his jurisdiction. However, if memory served him correct, he recalled an old man speaking of the God’s uncanny power….What if he could just--No, it was impossible and foolish to even think of such a thing.

With an irritated growl, his eyes drifted lifelessly across the crowd of people that suddenly gathered in front of him. If they were here to stare and mock him again, then like hell if he would just sit idly by and allow it to happen. If he wanted to, he could have broken these chains long ago. But why didn’t he…? Why did he stay even though he could have left long ago? Shaking the thoughts from his mind, his eyes fell centrally focused upon a lone figure standing in the midst of the crowd. At first he wasn’t sure who the man was or even why he was calling him a traitor, but then it hit him. It had hit him like a ton of bricks and only then did the realization sink in that it had been none other than Wrath.

Bitter blood began to boil deep within him as he listened to all he had to say, but simply dismissed it with a mocking laugh, “You’re a fool, Wrath. Especially if you think I’m the traitor here. You brought this down on us; you’re the one that messed up. You sold us out to the Empire and probably made a fortune because of it, you greedy little bastard!” Anger riddled his visage, and the chains grew taut as they strained to hold his arms at bay. But by no means did he make a motion to break them. Instead, he simply made it seem as though he were trying…After all, he wasn’t some ordinary fool. If Wrath came all this way to fight him, then it was obvious he was oblivious to Greed’s true strength. And if that were the case, then he would use that to his advantage. Besides, it wasn’t like he even had a weapon to fight him with anyway.

Quelling his anger for the time being, he leaned back against the pole that held him in place. He needed to bait Wrath, to drive his own anger against him and thus give Greed the upper hand… The only problem was how? Recollecting back, he could still recall Lust’s words to him, “Greed, you’re amazing…” Wait…..No, that wasn’t right. Shaking his head a few times, he delved further into the recesses of his mind. Back when Greed and Wrath were just mere boys and then it hit him. A grin smeared across his face as his eyes locked onto Wrath’s, “Buuuuut…That’s not a big concern of mine anymore. Y’see, I respect those I spent my entire life with, but when I think about it. I always seem to remember the time when you had this crush on a girl. So one day you went up to talk to her and just as you were in mid-conversation with her, I dropped your pants in front of her. She never talked to you again after that, I think it’s quite humorous really, how about you?” As the last word trailed from his lips, an arrogant grin would smear itself across his countenance as he simply waited for Wrath’s reaction. Meanwhile his gaze trailed down to the girl on the ground beside Wrath, but only for a brief instance before returning back to him.