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The greenish grey water sloshed against the wooden docks of Mock Town as a small wooden ship slid into the docking bay on the far side of the skull shaped land. A few moments after the ship stopped the criss-crossed wooden door leading to the lower decks swung open and Mashyuu came out from below deck while covering the top of his eyes with his palm. His nostrils were assaulted by the scent of freshly caught fish, hanging near the docks by workers who had spent their early morning catching their meals for the day. A smile spread over his face he had seen this before and while he used his wings to fly out over where fish would circle at home, to catch them with a spear, he always admired the skill it took to truly fish with a rod or net. Slowly, as he came up to the main deck of the small sailing ship, Mashyuu removed his hand from his forehead to stop shielding his eyes as they adjusted to the natural light of the sun. "First thing I'm gonna do is find a place that sells some sun glasses." He muttered to himself while straightening the glasses on the bridge of his slender slopped nose. He only wore them because the people from the Ring Island, where he fell as a child gave the black rimmed glasses to him and he didn't have the heart to get rid of the things. "Hey, Mash! Here don't forget this..." A sailor from below deck came up and handed Mashyuu a long duffel bag that was zipped up. With a small smile and nod of his head, Mashyuu took the bag and slung it over his shoulder then made way for the gangplank of the ship.
His black shoes clopped against the wood as he made his way onto the dock where men and women rushed to take care of ships that were coming and going. Mashyuu reached out and grasped a worker by the arm and asked where he could find information about what was happening in town and where he could find a job or two. After getting some directions he headed off for the center of town. It was odd to Mashyuu, hiding his wings under the folds of his black suit jacket, even though they had slits in them for his wings to stick out from. He had been told all his life, after the fall that his wings made him special but the sailors he had traveled with feared that Mashyuu might draw unwanted attention with them if he wasn't careful.
Mashyuu walked past a small stall where a man was selling not only sun glasses but a few random keepsakes to people only visiting the island on their way to other islands, and stopped when the man started to talk to someone interested in something on the shop keeps counter. Without saying a word, Mashyuu reached his hand out and snatched a pair of red glasses while placing his hands behind his head to hide the folded glasses in his palm. As he locked his fingers behind his head, Mashyuu rounded a small buildings corner and replaced his normal glasses with the red sunglasses and smiled smugly to himself. "One less thing to worry about." He muttered to himself while heading to the local tavern where of course, people were looking for workers or starting trouble.
Just as Mashyuu started to cross the dirt road that led to the tavern, he spotted two men carrying spears with short wings strapped together on their backs with a binding that would take so much effort to cut that it wouldn't be worth it, even worse, Mashyuu recognized the straps and as the recognition hit him, he froze from sheer fear. Quinn's Slavers? Why are they here? They couldn't be looking for me... How would they even know what I look like at this point? I've changed so much. They would have come for me when I was a kid right? Crap, what do I even do? I gotta hide! He thought and quickly back stepped into the shadows of a near by building, only to press his back to the wall and wait for the two men to pass by. For a moment he was frozen in fear but when he realized that the men weren't looking for him, but others. Others for Quinn to enslave and ruin the lives of. Mashyuu wouldn't let that happen... not to anyone else if he could help it. Mashyuu's hands clenched at his sides and shook with anger for a moment as he released the bag from his shoulder, letting it clatter to the floor. A few moments later and Mashyuu was soaring up into the sky, a long black coat hanging from his arms and shoulders. On his left hip a Morning Star dangled, in his left sleeve a dagger was hidden, ready to slide out with the flick of a wrist. His black pants were trimmed and tailored perfectly to his legs to keep clinging to his ankles. When he managed to fly just high enough up over the buildings his red gloved hand placed a white mask over his eyes and Mashyuu took off after the slavers...