[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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Wings beat once more as she took flight again. But not without a indignant ruffle of her feathers, [color=ForestGreen]"Never seen."[/color] She squawked. It was true enough, if one made allowances for those who knew her forms. There was a slight distinction that her human mind left upon her beastial or avian form. Thoughts no creature should have. Save perhaps those of higher thinking. Letting the leaves mask her once more, she gave a lonesome caw. Those higher forms were the easiest to hold. To control. Instinct and thought worked wine in wing or claw in claw. As she drew near the power plant, Raven-Ayita dipped down towards the ground. Her shadow raced her towards her goal.

Bones snapped and flesh tore. Blood seeped on the breeze. Her feathers abandoned her over the rumble ground, leaving only the slightest of trail along with drops of her blood from the shift. Her feet thudded against the ground as a she slid through the shadows of the truck with a squeak. Peering about the darkness she scuttled into the nearest shadow and tight opening. Her large ears swiveling about and her nose twitching. The mouse-Ayita sniffed again. Listening to the sounds, if she heard nothing she would scuttled towards the building. Looking for any small holes in which she could slip into the building. Cautious of any prowling Brotherhood 'cat'.

It would not do, to become cat food after all.