Sitting ideally somewhere in the Sacred Forest under the shade of a tree, Imuru's eyes leisurely took a stroll around his surroundings. The sun was out at its fullest, blasting all around it with its rays.
"Calm…" Imuru muttered, shutting his eyes. "Calm." A mere minute went by and he peaked out and sighed, leaning back against the tree. "Of course, it'll be difficult…"
Quietly someone moved around from behind the tree Imuru's resting at. "Dare. Having no luck I see, Great Imuru?" Yosho softly inquired, giving Imuru a little spook.
"Erm… Yeah, you can say that," Imuru replied, his head leaned in partial disappointment. "Honestly, what did I expect… Feeling Perivállon, better said than done," He thoughtlessly thought.
Imuru stood to his feet, and brushed himself off. "Right now I'll focus on what I can do…"
Yosho watched him with particular eagerness beaming from her eyes. Her body leaned forward, as she waited for something.
Imuru glanced at her for a split second, that eagerness made him slightly worried. He stood in silence briefly. "Oh, yes of course. Yosho if you'd care to enlighten me… My flames, is there a category for them?" Imuru asked, staring at the palm of his hand.
Yosho straightened herself. "Yes. In fact there is. From my home village they're referred to as Gifts…" She paused, placing a gentle finger on her lips. "I too possess a Gift. These Gifts, as we call them, can evolve on the possessor evolution or by pouring Perivállon into said Gift."
This left Imuru's mouth slightly agape in fascination. He was unable to find much in the form of words, but stared in awe and gave a nod.
"I myself have experience in evolving my Gift, though…. However, the process takes time and it is very uncertain you'd notice when it makes progress." Yosho clasped her hands, her smile widened. "Now. I hope you understood, Great Imuru. If further explanation is needed or you need to ask a question, please feel free."
"No, I got it. That was very easy to follow, Yosho," Imuru pleasantly replied. "Ugh! I still don't even know how to access my own Perivállon," Imuru thought, internally exasperated by the whole concept of Perivállon itself.
He outwardly composed himself, and flashed his hand dismissively, a snarky smile on his lips. "You know… Doesn't matter. If a problem comes up, I'll just deal with it as always." He crossed his arms. "Though I'm careful, so…"
"Alright, that's settled… Now about to check that out," He thought, a quiet expression on his face. "You have a… Gift, so what is it called? Mine's Belzora, named it myself," Imuru proudly proclaimed.
"Well, I refer to it as Space. It might be a bit on the nose," Yosho replied, a subtle hint of amusement in her eyes. "Put it simply, I'm capable of fighting at a distance, with the added benefit of my attacks not needing to travel."
Imuru gave a nod of understanding. "Space. I like it. Simple, but it does get the point across."
"So that's it, Space. Talk about being… Gifted," Imuru simply thought.
"Oh." He regained focus, almost forgetting the inherent reason he came out here. "Right. Forcent found suspicious individuals further south of my home, should we proceed?"
Yosho nodded in agreement. "Right behind you, Great Imuru," She said, waiting for him to lead the way.
The two got on in search of whoever the suspicious individuals were. With the assistance of his compass, they traveled on through the high grown bushes and shrubs.
On their way, a thought came to Imuru's mind. Before he said a thing, Imuru calmly took a methodical look around his surroundings, listening carefully. After a moment he noticed something was off, and looked to Yosho for answers.
"Y-Yosho. I'm curious, is this normal? the forest seems empty at times," Imuru said, his curiosity palpable.
"Oh!" She took a steady breath in. "The Persudos could be blamed for that, they have a particular habit of devouring and senseless killing."
"I've dealt with the leader of this region, Gray Persudo pack, Erinot…" Yosho's eyes widened, prompted, realization hitting her. "I wonder… Forcent had the Grand Pack with him during his attack, knowing Erinot he wouldn't give up control for a moment. Maybe they worked together?" Yosho went on, getting lost in her thoughts.
Imuru watched her closely with a calm analytic expression on his face. Not interested in snapping her out of her deep concentration, she got so easily swept up in.
Back home, Le-va-none curiously rummages through Imuru's house. Going on to his bedroom door, he slid the door open, to be met with immediate disappointment. There was nothing, but Imuru's mere bedding, he had thought Imuru had some taste.
A bit judge-y he searched the room a little and found Imuru's wardrobe, this made him a little bit more calm. "Oh! Umm… Huh, cute," He thought with a cheeky smile on his face, carefully taking out a neon blue dress.
Le-va-none held it up, his eyes sparkled with amusement. "Imuru would be so adorable in this," He thought gleefully, thoughts running wild.
Carefully, he returned the dress back from where he took it, turned and particularly skipped away, leaving Imuru's room for his office.
He entered swiftly, expectations high as ever. "Uh… Maybe he just moved in? Office could use a bit of decorating too," Le-va-none thought, a finger on his lips. "Oh! And of course," He spun around in place. "Wouldn't you agree, Dark Devider Arken?"
Arken froze in place, stunned, Le-va-none knew he was there. Swiftly he straightened himself, his head titled high, arms crossed, as he glared down at Le-va-none. "Hmph! I wouldn't."
Le-va-none smirked at this reply, and shrugged his shoulders. "Suit yourself," He said, turning away from Arken.
Arken cleared his throat, and stood beside Le-va-none. "As long as I am here, there will be no changes to Lord Imuru's Office," Arken warned, releasing a black thick menacing aura.
"Hmm. This is clearly a first; his first aura release," Le-va-none thought, a proud smile on his face. "Well, done Arken." He giggled lightly to himself.
"Ah, Well aren't you crabby?" Le-va-none floated up to Arken's face. "Are you always like this," He asked mockingly.
"Then again…" He floated out of the office. "If it makes ya feel any better, I'll just wait for Imuru to get here."
With a grumble, Arken speed walked past Le-va-none, hurrying along outside. This perplexed the faerie momentarily. It didn't weigh on him much, and he went on to the doorway, only to be unexpectedly grabbed by the wrist and thrown out outside.
Le-va-none did little to help himself, crashing along the ground. As he was down, it took a second for him to get back up and nonchalantly brushed himself off.
Stepping off Imuru's porch, he swayed in confidence. "Now. You don't have the Demon Lord's house to protect you!" Arken proclaimed, stepping up in close proximity to the faerie.
"Funny," Le-va-none snarky replied, planting his hands on his hips. "You believe the house was protecting me?" His face darkened and grinned sinisterly. "Oh, trust me, you're sadly mistaken."
All this commotion between the two, eventually woke Forcent up. The Ennom yawned, and stared at them, no particular judgment in his woken state.
Forcent climbed to his feet, and shaked himself, to straighten up his fur in his way. "A Sky Murt," He thought out loud, his gaze wandered to the sky. "Dreamt it… Should eat it."
The Ennom wandered off into the forest using his keen senses of smell to hunt down his prey. He walked leisurely in no particular hurry, heading out towards, where he could find mountains, none in sight at the moment.
The search mission of Yosho and Imuru, continued on for a bit. They expected to run into something, sooner, then yet again the forest is vast, but they kept themselves on high alert.
Imuru rushed on through a shrub fanning it away from his face, only to be swiftly yanked back by Yosho.
She placed a light finger on Imuru's lips. Imuru blinked, puzzled, but didn't utter a word. Yosho stood up and peeked over, followed by Imuru. To allow him to grasp the situation, she carefully directed his attention to an Orc nestled between the trees.
Imuru took notice of a white cloth in the clearing, and the two other Orcs that stood seemingly guarding whatever's underneath this cloth. "Is that… A person? Looks like it," He assumed.
He sighed, and rested a hand on the handle of his sword. "Forcent maybe right, they are heading this way… though can't necessarily gauge their hostility by looks alone. They seem harmless," He thought contentedly. "... Besides the massive double-sided axe."
Jogging Imuru from his thoughts, was an eerily steady soft voice of a female. It startled Imuru, though Yosho seemed unfazed or just not at all surprised.
"I know you're there… Come out," The voice voice ordered with prestigious nonchalance.
Imuru glanced at Yosho for a second. He gave himself a moment, and a nod, removing his hand from the handle of his sword he came out from hiding, Yosho followed suit.
Sitting up from underneath the cloth, was a female elf, with a smug grin plastered on her face.
"Well this is interesting," The young Elf muttered, her gaze glued at Yosho. "Your names," She asked, in a condescending, demanding tone.
Yosho opened her eyes and glared down at the elf; if looks could kill, she'd already be dead.
"I'm Imuru," Imuru replied introducing himself, not seeing much of an Issue. He gestured towards Yosho. "This is Yosho. Sure you can see, she's quite intellectual, hardworking and very glamorous to go along with it."
Yosho blinked, her mouth left slightly agape. "Gr—" She choked up on her words.
The young elf scoffed and climbed to her feet. "Way to choke," She said mockingly. "Worry not, I'll be gracious and endorse you to my name. I am Ori."
Ori stood at a height of 6'2ft. She's a glamorous lean young elf, with straight long angelic white hair that passes her hip. Her eyes are an emerald green and sharp at the top and bottom. Wearing a long white cloak, lined with gold at the edges, and dotted with sparkling jewelry, underneath this, a white sheath gown.
Ori snapped her fingers, and from behind came an Orc. The other two also surrounded Yosho and Imuru, weapons held high at them.
"You…" Ori pointed at Yosho. "If you'll be so kind, or I should say… Smart. Hand yourself over and come with me."
Imuru politely raised a hand, out of confusion. "Umm… Excuse me Or—"
"Eh!!!" Ori swiftly Interjected. "Excuse me! Who are you again?" She inquired, bewildered.
Yosho clenched her fist, and narrowed her eyes. She was on the edge of shutting Ori up, whilst still trying to keep her cool, professional demeanor and passive smile.
"It's Great Demon Lord Imuru to you, little girl," Yosho calmly replied for Imuru, a jab of hostility and condescending nature to her tone.
"... Huh…? And I'm God," Ori replied sarcastically, unsure of how to process this information. "Orcs, capture her by force," She said, finding Yosho to be spilling nonsense, at the very least or just plain insane.
The Orcs ready themselves to make a move, in that moment, a sharp, articulate, calm voice spoke. "That's enough!" They said simply.
From behind them all came a elderly elf. He rested at a height of 5'7ft, looking far from frail. His eyes are an emerald green, similar to Ori's, only smaller and sharper; his hair a spiky white, made in a low ponytail. On the outside, he wore a plain forest green cloak, and a white scarf that covered half his face, with his sword, a Jian mounted behind him.
Ori stood frozen in place for a moment, mouth agape. "Grandpa?!" Ori blurted out, surprised by his presence.
The Orcs didn't hesitate to lower their axes for this elder. The grandfather walked past Ori giving her a stern look. He got down on one knee in front of Yosho and Imuru, his head held low. "Forgive my granddaughter. She doesn't comprehend the gravity of her own actions."
"Grandpa!" Ori yelled. "You didn't do anything, for them to be warranted an apology," She muttered condescendingly. Her grandfather shot a look instantly, sending a chill through Ori. Her ears drooped and she looked away.
Imuru's shoulders drooped. "No harm done," He replied, giving a simple smile. "She'll come around the older she gets, I'm sure," Imuru said reassuringly.
He stood to his feet. "Thank you. I am Slite, the grandfather of this young lady." He stretched out a hand that Imuru gladly accepted.
Imuru looked up at Yosho. "Trouble averted," He inquired, in a purposeful joking fashion.
Yosho smiled, took a deep breath in and exhaled, releasing any pent up emotions she might've had. "There wasn't one to begin with," She remarked.
Slite beckoned over Ori. Disinterested, she stood there for a moment, deciding on her own accord when to approach the group.
"Ori," Slite calmly called her name, his way of nudging her to apologize. Even with this Ori remained oblivious to this subtle hint, so he gave her a look.
Ori paid no attention to her grandfather, her gaze glued to the forest ahead of her, staring off over Imuru.
Slite sighed slightly, not ready to press the issue further, he moved on. "At least give me your reason for hunting Yosho. You should know, it wouldn't accomplish anything."
Ori lifted her head. "I was going to build an army, by taking Yosho hostage, using her to control Collon, simple," She replied with simplicity and utmost confidence in her words.
Slite merely shook his head. "Of course…" He thought.
"Boy, oh, boy… Dealing with her must seriously be exhausting," Imuru thought, his sympathy for Slite high. "Wait… Maybe I'll invite him back with me. A kind gesture?" He gave himself a nod.
"I wouldn't mind if you came back with us, that is of course, if you have no plans?" Imuru said, with a warm smile.
Slite eyes widened, caught off guard by Imuru's offer, he fell to one knee once again. "That would be much appreciated, Young Lord."
Imuru chuckled, a weird feeling crept to the surface of his face, and seeing Slite on a knee brought it up. "No worries, no worries," Imuru said, waving his hands dismissively.
A calm out looking Forcent laid on the ground in a large clearing, observing the flashy green mountains out in the vast distance. He had gone a distance in search of his prey, but stopped due to his circumstances.
"Imuru, is gone for the time being… There's no one competent enough left," Forcent thought. He stood up and stumped a paw down on the ground. "Then the next best thing!" The Ennom exclaimed, standing high and mighty, finished contemplating.
Walking among these new individuals. Imuru had a happy skip in his steps. He periodically glanced at Slite, very intrigued by him.
"Excuse me, Slite. If I may ask, where are you from? If it's too personal, all fine," He reassured Slite.
Slite shook his head. "Not at all. We're from the quiet Kingdom Of Fernum…" He said, a sense of pride beaming through. Though in a matter of seconds it was replaced by brief pain. Slite was swift to cover his emotions, reclaiming neutral expression. "It was wonderful…"
Imuru felt a cold shiver up his spine, and a nervousness creeping up on him, but he still spoke. "I'm sure it was."