Waking up in what he would imagine to be the sick bay in the hold of the shift, or at least a makeshift one the first thing the nimble thief put his emerald eyes on was medical supplies, even if they were limited and seemingly used up. Zephyr couldn't call it anything else, bandages, knives, alcohol, bone clamps. Everything was there to perform surgery if need be. Sitting up he felt like he had been kicked in the face by a bull which had then sat on his chest and broken some ribs.<br/><br/>There were two other aviari in the room, one was in tatters their wing torn apart and only just being held on, the other was applying more or new wrappings.<br/><br/>Getting out and bed and putting his feet on the floorboards he found sparks flying at his face and soon the floorboards. Catching himself from the fall by holding onto a bed side table the cold wood felt good in his hands, like it was the first real thing he had touched in a long time.<b>“You shouldn't try and get up so fast”</b>The one winged bird chirped.<br/><br/>Zephyr however was more looking at the mask on the table. It has once been his, the white plastic was a dull gray from his long years in a dirty town, the big smile and open eyes looked at him like a Cheshire cat, empty smile, empty eyes, just a face. It was cracked now however and unusable to hide his face. Not that he needed to anymore. The mask was for show so that he could perform without the ramen who hated him killing him on sight. He wasn't in that city anymore.<br/><br/>He was in that city anymore. Dropping the few inches he had left to the ground in stared at the mask in disbelief. They were all dead, or worse. The old man who took him off the streets, the kind bearded lady who made him his first hot meal, the strong man who liked to adopt puppies, the clowns that thought him everything he knew about the circus. They were all dead, he left them to die, it was his fault.<br/><br/>Making his way out of the room, taking large breaths he found the walls were caving in on him, like the world was becoming smaller. He felt naked without the mask. Everything was so much different now, he wasn't the nimble thief anymore, he almost knocked someone over trying to get onto the ships main deck. Zephyr was so far out of his comfort zone he was starting to panic.<br/><br/>Pushing open the door and feeling the breeze waft off the seas and the spray of salt water onto his face he felt somewhat better and could feel the tension leave him. The clean air was good for that sort of thing. Clearing your head and letting you think. Darkness covered over him like a bed sheet and the feeling was full, no matter where he was he felt at home in the darkness, night crossed the sky and his friends the stars told him stories. Seeing now he would have to make a few new friends the stars had changed, they told him nothing about where he was and only that the skies here were different. He was far away from home now. Either way he felt better than in the hull of the ship.<br/><br/>Walking along the ship he found comfort in his silent steps on the wood, he was unused to the padding of his bare feet on the wood but soon found a way to make it as though he wasn't even there. He no longer had the white scarf on, that must have been lost to the sea at this point. He was now stuck with only his sleeveless dark red shirt which showed off his sun kissed body and strong arms. Not like a knight strong, but someone who takes care of himself, just enough to be attractive without putting on unneeded weight. His black skin tight pants ended in a folding back on themselves leaving from just above his ankle down, bare. Fingerless gloves adorned his hands also leaving the knuckles open. His hair was shorter now and was able to just hang off his head naturally which looked good on him. His beard a little darker than normal was becoming more than stubble but not yet looking like a full on beard right now.<br/><br/>Hearing something to his left he looked over at something he found rather odd and out of place. Someone who wasn't a bird. It was plain to see she was a thief, she was wearing black and had two swords on his back, not only that they were not long swords, those kind of swords were for taking advantage of an opening, if someone made a mistake in combat thats when those blades would shine. Her small skirt was appealing and her pale flesh made her stand out, was she a stripper or the thief? He found it hard to tell which one he wanted her to be.<br/><br/>Fishing out his string and daggers and moved behind her and tapped his foot on the ground to get her attention. She looked back at him and lifted her already small skirt up showing off her legs. His eyes danced across her but he was already in motion<span style="color: Orange"> “Crate inspector? </span>She whispered but the dagger had already cut into the crate she was hiding behind. Throwing another she might have thought he was just bad at throwing these things.<br/><br/>That was until she tried to move. one hand was tightly wound in string holding it close to the crate, having the upper hand of preparing this attack before the girl even noticed him and her attempt to trick him made it easy for him to land a good catch. the string itself was gleaming off the moon night and from the other dagger in Zephyrs hand you could see more strings floating on the soft breeze fluttering in the air.<span style="color: DarkGreen"> "So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you on this ship and how did you get here. I don't recall many humans being on board, and from one thief to the next, your dressed for the part."</span>swinging the dagger on the string now he held the cord around her wrist in his off hand.<span style="color: DarkGreen">"Don't make me tie you up, I mean don't get me wrong. Your good looking, however I'm not into that kind of thing."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>