[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color] & [color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Blackbird[/center]
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Ayita cast a worried look at Allison as she stood up, unwilling to let her friend push herself so hard though the shifter didn't challenge it. Who was she to say what the girl could and could not do? Especially if it could help. Frustrated at her own lack of ability to do anything, the younger Laine- despite refusing to take the last name- tightened her jaw. No bird was large enough to take the creatures of man's make that were on their tail. No time was there to chase down and perhaps lure a flock into accepting her dominance. Growling deeply in the back of her throat, she dove into her mind and all the instincts and forms of beasts and bird. Her slight mental awareness as well. Spiraling down into the depths to try and figure something out. She wanted to push, to batter, to kick and claw and beat her mental awareness- this mind power that had come to her a year and half ago and her shifting into what she needed. Perching herself so that if Allison did collaspe she'd have to go through Ayita to cause serious damage to herself, the wild woman dove and tore through her forms. Tiger, wold, bear, deer, horse. Land bound and useless. Hawk, eagle, owl, raven, sparrow, and falcon. Not fast enough and too weak. Her fists bit into her palms as she pushed her memory. Demanding something she had never asked for before. Pushing the power to give her the idea of the form she needed. Letting instinct guide her. If she could take the shape of any mammal or bird, then by hell there had to be something she could do!

The Adder stretched out his legs slightly, casting a worrisome look at his sister. Even after over a decade apart he could tell one thing off the bat. Ayita did not like to be helpless, to sit by and do nothing. Patience and waiting were one thing, this however? It rankled her. He, on the other hand, was used to it. Army, assassination, Brotherhood. His eyes however never left his sister. His legs moving in case he needed to intervene. They did not need a bear rampaging on the flying object that was quite high in the sky. [color=Olive]"Human, cher. Do not shift."[/color] He doubted his warning would be heeded, she tended to get the bit between her teeth.