[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
{"Oh, my. Live prey."}[/center]
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Ayita had not gone more than a handful of feet before her now alert senses caught sight of Oshea coming from the direction she was intending to head in. The shortest route away from this girl and people in general had turned into the route that was sure to have her run into people. The amber eyes woman bit back a snarl. Oshea was not deserving of that. She was merely on edge after having been startled, something she rather disliked.

Taking a glance back to see if that route was clear yet, noting Damon's lack of words. He wasn't one to talk much she had noted. Not to the level she was, but someone who wasn't so involved with incessant chatter of the school was nice to be around. Glancing at the speedster, she did wonder what he had to say. Her wound was definitely on the mend. Still it was scabbed over, bound up in bandages and healing secretly. Oshea, however, was slower than usual. The predator inside of her noted this, and saw a wounded bit of prey. Not to eat. She was sated, and had no desire for that. But to stalk, pounce and bat about. Slowly, she moved adjusting herself to more fully see and move towards Oshea. Her steps becoming a slink as she felt her body tense for the pounce. Ayita swore she had the phantom limb of a tail twitching back and forth. Watching Oshea with a oddly interested look, completely out of character for her.