[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] Hanson Power Plant
{"Monsters aren't usually in the skin of a beast. Far too often they wear the skin of Man."}[/center]
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The raven beat her wings, lazily. Looking like any other raven in the sky looking for a shiny 'toy' or food. Ayita had noted the quick moving man, but she was not to tangle herself in it. Let Oshea handle this first engagement. For foolish the predator that took on more than she could handle. If he could not handle himself she would- quite literally- swoop in. Most likely with talons and muscled wings that would cause damage akin to a punch. Part of the reason bird wings were pinned. Pigeons especially, Ayita remembered with distaste. Disgusting rats with wings. Parasite upon the human cities and towns. Despicable.

Turning her attention to the truck, the Raven-shifter swooped down to land on a post. Shaking herself and preening as if scratching some itch. Which was true enough. Feathers always were a bit itchy when she had just shifted. Though she was a tad worried about another speedster, especially about how to combat him. The best she could do would be to get him in water or in the air. Or perhaps he had some fear or love she could exploit. Though the shifter would not bank upon that. Peering at the truck, she gave caw. The raven side of her mind stretched. Longing to feel the wind and feast on meat. Her talons shifted on the post as she ruffled her feathers. There would be a fight coming and she was not keen on it. Fighting was needful, but something best avoided. Experience had taught her too well, she thought almost sadly. Humans were not to be trusted, mutants were not to be either. Few were the exceptions and even those she was tentative with. She flipped her tail in disdain of her thoughts, and resumed the preening of her feathers. Ravens did not fear man. They were too integrated with their cities and man often left trash that could be food. Ayita, however, was no raven- nor spring chicken- and kept her guard up and self alert.