[hr][hr][h1][b][i][color=ForestGreen][center]Ayita Dyrkin[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Xavier's Institue - Outskirts of New York
{'To fight is to risk injury.'}[/center]
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Watching from her backdrop, Ayita had to admit that she felt under prepared. Even with her skills, they were going to a electrical plant. Not something to be afraid of. 'Live' wires were not something she wanted to deal with. A worrisome fact. But looking at the picture, she grinned a feral look entering her eyes. The shifter knew a fellow predator when she saw one. Her body shifted as she studied the picture with the focus of a hunter. He was one of many. She reminded herself with a dispassionate coldness. One of many wolves. Pack animals at the heart and not something to tangle with lightly. No fight was to be taken lightly. Injury could lead to something not working right and that could lead to death. She had seen it often in the wilds.

Sharp amber eyes glanced at Allison as she enthused about them doing their best. She didn't really let any emotion show till they started towards the hangar. Her lips gave the barest twitch. "Do not worry, pi- Allison." She corrected herself. Her voice quite, at odds with the harshness that lined the rest of her. "Just hamstring their legs, then go for the arteries." The shifter cringed at her horrible humor, and gave a weary sigh. She really needed to work on her 'human' interaction. People confounded her, and she just didn't understand them at times. It made her wonder more than once if she should just fly off into the forests and skies and never be heard from again. Even with O.M.E.N. hunting them. They couldn't check every animal, and of the lands and skies failed... 

Shaking her head, her bones cracked at the thought, her lips tightening as she fell back a bit as the group headed for the hangar. She  slammed her mind down on the form she was about to take. The form that now was singing her mind. Of salt and endless freedom and kin. The song of waves and blood. It was the one form, she longed to take above all. Yet she dared not to. There was no where she could. Only the sea, the ocean. Her eyes closed as she pinched the bridge of her nose. The orca rolled against her skin, begging to hunt, to feel the sea and salt. Her love them echoed back, urging it to continue to make her bones ache. Giving a feral growl she shifted, forcing another song into her blood and bones. Soon a cat- a tabby- raced along the hall to catch up with Allison and follow the rest to the hangar to 'suit up'. Ayita scoffed at that thought.