[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] Xavier's Institue - Outskirts of New York
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This was not ideal in Ayita's opinion as she slipped into the garage. The door thankfully was open, a good thing as tigers lacked hands. Paws never worked well with a doorknob. She had gotten the mental 'for your information' from the professor. Another misson, which was undoubtedly about the recent Magneto issue. Something that was a unseeable threat. Unable to fight it hand to hand, claw to claw or fang to fang. For the first time Ayita wished she had something else in her arsenal. Something to drive away the phantoms of the air that she could not see. Perhaps her deeper animal instincts could sense it? She was unsure and worried about loosing herself to the feral state were she to sink so low into herself and the creature. Amber eyes blinked slowly as she took in the gathered audience, peering around the door for a moment to assess who all was gathered.

Giving a rumbling chuff of essentially a 'hello'. The tiger-instinct was not pleased with the number of people, nor was Ayita. But such was the way of things and changing back... Both human and beast shuddered. It had hurt to shift. Not more than any other time to form bones not used to being shaped, but still. The less she did of [i]that[/i] the better off she would be. Stepping with a slow grace she moved with the up most caution. Her ears flat to her skull as she stalked the shadows of the room. Stepping close to Damon, the tiger managed a apologetic look as she brushed against his leg. Rare contact from the shifter. Selecting a seat next to Allison, she crossed her forepaws as she flicked a ear. Till she got up the nerve to shift again, she was stuck. Ayita grumbled in a growl. She hated being stuck in a form. But to keep human form was torture for her. Like a skin that felt too tight, bare and useless. Though thumbs and a working vocal system was nice, she much rather she not need that.

The tiger wondered if anyone had any food, and Ayita twitched her tail in impatience. Perhaps she could hunt where ever they went. A good deer or Elk... Perhaps a bear? The tiger liked the sound of that. A fight and food. Fun and feast.