[center][color=ForestGreen][h1]Ayita Dyrkin[/h1][/color][/center]
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[center]("Oshea is a different kind of wild.")[/center]
[center][color=FireBrick][h1]Oshea Jackson[/h1][/color][/center]
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[center]"Ayita; she tries to play beast--but like Hank--she can't run from her humanity forever. I respect it though, 'cause I done my fair share of trynna run from mine too."[/center]
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[center]Location: Xavier's Mansion Courtyard[/center]
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Ayita couldn't help but feel a bit smug that it took Oshea a minute to notice her. Her lips twitched slightly as though they held whiskers at the end. Shifting her shoulders as he greeted her, the shifter regarded him with a brief display of surprise that was then and gone in an instant as she turned her head away. Her dark brown hair falling to obscure his view of the feeling. For all her trying she rarely could keep feeling from her face when it was praise. It was too strange, to shocking when she received it. Especially so when she was not the one it should have gone to.

[color=ForestGreen]"It was not I who saved you."[/color] She stated softly, blunt with her words as usual. Nodding towards where Damon was. She hated throwing the poor guy under the bus on this. He didn't appear to like people any more than she did. But she was not one to take praise. It would only make the accusations worse when they came. [color=ForestGreen]"Thank him. I did little."[/color] Regaining her composure she flicked her hair back and continued to watch him warily. Unsure of his motives to come and speak to her. 


[color=FireBrick][i]Hah! Got her![/i][/color]

His internal gloat remained just that, he quickly switched his own demeanor from its usual playful--and perhaps childish--disposition to one more glim. Contrasting a sorrowful lack of hair, he didn't have the luxury of burying the genuine thankfulness which rested on his face no matter how steeled he tried to be. He dropped his voice to a near whisper; something told Oshea Ayita was one who enjoyed the privacy of a conversation more than the content of the conversation itself. He wasn't going to fluff anything,

[color=FireBrick]"So, wha's ya [i]real[/i] deal, wolf? You all types of anti-social an' shit; I mean I'on' blame you," he leaned in, "some of these niggas annoy me, too not even gonna lie. Why you all brooding an' shit?"[/color]

Was that to the point? Oshea thought so.

If she had ears they would have flattened as he leaned in. Narrowing her amber eyes, she drew herself up from her slightly withdrawn posture to her full five foot eleven inches. Real deal? That was a question and a half. Yet she was not about to spill her entire story to this speedster or anyone for that matter. He didn't need to know about what remained of her family or where she had lost humanity and taken the beasts as sane. She didn't even know where that was entirely. [color=ForestGreen] "I do not brood." [/color] The tiger rolled beneath her skin and wanted out. She slammed her control down upon it. Why was he so interested? Damon had seen what she could do. He was wary of her, and she respect that even if it hurt a bit. Yet this man had not a drop of instinct in his head that he should be walking in the other direction! [color=ForestGreen] "The real deal?" [/color] Her eyes grew sharp as she watched him warily, [color=ForestGreen] "You are a human. I am not."[/color] Not any more. She had lost the humane part of her when she shifted and took to the forest and sky. It had be glorious but now she no longer understood her own kind. Not that she ever did easily, Ayita admitted. Social interactions were always hard.

Oshea burst out laughing! [color=FireBrick]"AHAHAHAHA![/color] initially, it was rather loud but it soon died. Quick as his jubilee came it distilled into a mood serious. There was a small smirk kept on the corner of his mouth,

[color=FireBrick]"You know you jus' proved my exact point, righ'? 'I do not brood''" he mocked with a child's intensity while retaining a solid gaze. "Tsh; you might be some type a' animal. . . human. . . chimera thing, but you still walk talk sleep eat an' cry like I do. But uh, shit man, I ain' even--"[/color] he gathered some phlegm from his chest and spit it into the grass, [color=FireBrick]"I ain't come over here to preach, you [i]do[/i] know it don't make a lick of difference who human and who ain't in Magneto eyes, right?"[/color]

He ran the white towel along his soaked face and lathered it around his neck to lap the sweat's remnants,

[color=FireBrick]"The real deal, b. I'm jus' trynna know who Ayita is, not whoever trynna stand in fronna me righ' nah. Plus,"[/color] he leaned in again and his smirk turned smile, [color=FireBrick]"Damon, Mary, Allison, they might all steer clear of you 'cause you can turn into animals--but you couldn't lay a finger on me no matta what form you took; so miss me wit' all that intimidation shit."[/color] He leaned out,

[color=FireBrick][i]Prolly not a crack, maybe enough for a dent.[/i][/color] It was her move, one could see the anticipation in his eyes.

Ayita's eyes narrowed as the tiger stirred and snarled at this afront to it's favorite squeaking man. The woman however was more concerned with the deal against Allison. [color=ForestGreen] "Magneto would see all burn for his goals." [/color] She stepped towards him, her teeth bared in a snarl. [color=ForestGreen] "And I don't care if someone's a muntant, a human." [/color] She took two more steps till she stood less than inches from him, her amber eyes burning with rage and cat-like slants for irises. [color=ForestGreen] "Allison is as close to me as I can [i]bear[/i]. Damon has-" [/color] She paused and clenched her fangs- teeth. He had been a staunch ally in helping her control. He had shown concern for her, something she didn't fully understand. Why? She was just Ayita. The monster. The creature who destroyed. [color=ForestGreen] "Run as fast and far as you want. You can't escape the land, Oshea. And you have to tire at some point." [/color] She clenched her hands into fists as she held back the tiger and her flaring temper for the sake of the two who had helped.

Oshea tilted his head, his arms were folded across his widening chest. There was no strike of fear in him, no backing down. They were both animals of a different kind, and Oshea knew that. A wild beast, born from the heart of nature herself and a kid who knew the pit of poverty, born from the exoskeletons of urban renewal. It was the strangest strike of wonder; the child in him wanted to see how far he could push the beast, the man in him knew tempting the wild was never smart. Except Oshea almost always listened to the child in him over and above the man,

[color=FireBrick]"Damon has--has what? Oh, oh, I see! You got a [i][thing[/i] for him, right?! Shiit, no worries, I ain't tellin' nobody,"[/color]then he dropped the smile--his face went blank. Bullies immemoriam made him spend his whole life running, and though he could lap Ayita a hundred times over, he wasn't to be made a coward by any man; and especially not by someone who didn't even believe herself human:

[color=FireBrick]"Don't make no idle threats, Ayita. Shit might get you hurt," he roused, his voice iced with the same chill present in Ayita's, "I joke, I laugh, I might e'en act childish sometimes, but don't approach me like you 'bout some shit you really ain't. We don't do that where I'm from. Do somethin' or keep it cordial, you feel?"[/color]

[color=FireBrick][i]Overstepped? Maybe. This ain't what I imgined this would go like.[/i][/color]

The wild woman stood her ground not stepping forward to push her position on him. Letting out a shakey breathe. [color=ForestGreen] "I do not know what [i]'thing'[/i] you're talking about. He's helped. I owe him for his help."[/color] And trying to pounce on him multiple times. Her eyes still held the tiger in them as she moved to turn away from Oshea. [color=ForestGreen]"And you know where I am from. Don't pull a tiger's tail." [/color] She turned away morphing into the form of the great cat. A look of agony on her face as she did so. It was slow and it was painful, leaving the tigeress slump for a minute before it turned to look at Oshea. It's coat and the ground about it speckled with blood. Ayita's blood. Ayita's tiger body. Giving a very clear grumble and what could only be a sour look. She sat in the snow, her tail thrashing back and forth. She didn't like talking to people and she didn't like confrontation in the form of her having to get sharp and toe to toe with people. Giving a scowl she snorted. It reminded her too much of her mother. Now she wanted to bite something, the tiger agreed and noted the dark human was close enough to bite.

Oshea held up another smile; this was the most he had smiled in the last few weeks, ironicaly. His arms were still folded as he watched and moreover admired Ayita's transformation, unsettling as it was to see and he could only imagine it was ten times more painful. Part of him felt sorry for her, such drastic changes to one's anatomy could not induce pleasure in anyone. He heard her muscles tear and her bones snap as she morphed,

[color=FireBrick][i]Gorgeous.[/i][/color]

There was a momentary sliver of worry, he had never seen her change up close and personal before. The moment called not for admiration or praise, however, he had to maintain the gravitas, [color=FireBrick]I know you have trouble speakin' in them forms, but I'mma give you this once piece of advice before you think about what you gon' do next--the tiger never catches the gazelle."[/color]

Ayita gave him a large grin of a row of sharp fangs. Accompanied with a rumbling albeit small roar. She would catch the deer. She always did.