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Mauskerade
Legacy Name: Mauskerade

The Angelic Montre
Owner: ZombieWulfPup

Age: 11 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: November 24th, 2014

Adopted: 11 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: November 24th, 2014

Statistics

• Level: 22
   
• Strength: 56
   
• Defense: 56
   
• Speed: 52
   
• Health: 52
   
• HP: 52/52
   
• Intelligence: 62
   
• Books Read: 62
• Food Eaten: 0
• Job: Stylist

In his youth, he had been well endowed with local fame. "Mouse the Flying Montre" they called him - when he was still small enough for the four snowy down wings on his back to whisk him loftily over the crowds in the carnival big top. But he had long since outgrown that title; he had aged out of the meager size bestowed to him, the runt of the litter, and even in his presently famished state, four wings were not enough to carry his full-sized self. As he was, he had lost his place in the carnival's evening line of acts. An Angelic Montre was unique, sure, but not unique enough on its own to entertain the demanding customers. So once his weight had out-matched the width of his wings, the ringleader sent him on his way. Now, his only companion was a friendly little Smilia who had previously accompanied his performances. Together, they scammed the tourists - Mouse used his pleasing and rare appearance to distract naive passers-by. Meanwhile Hakouryn, his Smilia, would swoop down on deft wings and snatch up the easiest grab; a scrap of food, a bit of loose coin, a dangling trinket that might hold value at the pawn shop. The target would never even notice, and as soon as the thievery was complete and Hakouryn had fluttered out of view, Mouse would slip away as well, dusting up sand with a strong flap of his wings and fleeing whilst his victims rubbed at the grit in their eyes.The target they chose that fateful day should've been an easy one. She was an odd looking woman, carelessly dozing on a lonely stretch of Delphi Beach, a bulging coin purse tied loosely at her hip. He imagined she must be some sort of vagabond, what with the ragged way she dressed and the willful tangle that kept her rich chocolate tresses. Still, he thought it no consequence that he might wrong her - though he might have had the visage of an angel, he cared not how he dirtied his integrity during his day to day struggles for survival. He crouched nearby, behind a dune, and signaled out the target to his dear accomplice. Then, with measured patience and clever calm, he watched as she set off and circled the sleeping woman a single time, before landing beside her, and gently pulling at the string of the purse to untie its clumsy knot. Without warning, the target sprung alive and clapped her hands together over the tiny alabaster bird. For the first time since he had last been able to fly, Mouse lit off, charging forward without hesitation. His wings would not give him lift, but acted like oars in the air, pitching him forward even faster with every desperate flap. He skid to stop in front of the odd woman, confusion swarming his mind as she held out her hands, cupped together, and smiled at him benevolently. Slowly, she split them, Hakouryn hopping about delicately in her palms for a moment, before swooping over to land on his head."So you use the purity of your appearance as a masquerade for your deeds." She mused aloud, their eyes locked with each other in an intense battle of stares, her's remaining ever kind while his was ever suspicious, "Come now, the two of you are much too clever to be living so rashly. Why don't you come along with me instead?"She didn't wait for answer, but instead rose to her feet with an unexpected grace and began tromping off across the sand towards the streets. He doesn't regret it, but to this day, he wonders what it was about her mysterious character that brought him to follow beside her without question.

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