[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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Picking up a likely stone to satisfy one of her apparent 'kind' the raven took off with a beat of her wings. Doing another sweep of the building. Something was making her uneasy. Following at a angle to where the Blackbird was. If this speedster was keeping pace with Oshea, Ayita would expect him to know where the ship was. Plus, to travel in a straight line was a notion she had never liked. With sweeping arcs one could see more and potentially get more for the time they spent going back. Though she did ride the winds with haste and took herself just barley into the canopy of leaves.

It was worrisome, this witch woman who could toss trucks. But she needed to get back to the others so they at least knew. Ayita mussed over her other forms, and the likeliness of being caught in them. A rat or mouse would be common place, and enough so that she could use her fellow rodents tunnels in the building. But still Ayita couldn't shake that something was wrong. The main gate was known to contain enemies, so that left side tunnels. Narrow points. Her eyes narrowed as her wings beat furiously. Narrow points in which to funnel prey or a unwelcome predator.

Tipping herself into a spiral she spread her black wings as a familiar blue figure exited the plane. Letting her rocks fall, she twisted in the air to spiral about Beast's shoulders before landing on one. Her talons closing carefully and well aware of their deadly purpose. Lowering her black beak and beady eyes she gave a raucous caw again. Hopping down and up into the ship. [color=ForestGreen] "Mary, Mary." [/color] It was the best her raven voice could say in a hurry, and with awkward flat walking she fanned her wings unhappily. [color=ForestGreen] "Two. Witch, as well. Mebbe trap. Mouse go in?"[/color] Her black head tilted as she ruffled her feathers. Her voice wasn't the greatest in this form, but she was normally understandable. Hopping onto a seat she shifted her feet with a resigned croak.