[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Dropping to the ground in a feral crouch as the lights died, the younger shifter trembling slightly as she still heard the echoing cry. A sound like that boded no good to anyone or thing. As Lance lit the hall with a bit of light she uncurled and stood. The hairs on her neck still raised. Ayita looked at Dean and Pietro as she pulled out her earplugs and slid them into a pocket. Thrusting the gun at Allison, she sniffed at the air slightly. [color=ForestGreen]"I shall find us a way to the surface."[/color] She didn't so much as say it as let the thought wash over Pietro and Allison. Taking a deep breathe she backed away from the group. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms as bones creaked and groaned. [color=ForestGreen]"Wait here..."[/color]

Her breathing became slightly labored as she closed her ambers eyes tightly casting herself into the shadows. Shifting wasn't pleasant business when it was a new form. The moose had hurt enough, and luckily this was smaller. But still, if Ayita could wish for one thing it would be a constant IV drip of painkillers to be in her set of powers. As it was, she was sorely tempted to be in a bad mood and snap at Dean just to underline the point the bitch was bitchy. Stepping past Lance, the dark coloured Dire Wolf peered at the humans with amber eyes. [i][color=ForestGreen]"We go. Pack hunts."[/color][/i] The thought she sent to Allison was broken more than usual and there was a primal quality to it. Sniffing at the silver speedster she trotted by them and her startled brother to the stairway. Tossing her head back and giving a lonesome howl, before she began to scramble up the foolish human construct. In this form at least, she would give someone pause. Larger than her preferred Grey Wolf form, her teeth were capable of breaking bones and rending flesh.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Richard winced even as he heard the scream echo from above. [color=Olive]"You have got to be joking."[/color] The assassin muttered as the lights blew, cursing under his breathe the man retraced his steps to rejoin the group as Ayita slipped back into the shadows. Typical of her to not want others to see her shift. Though he was able to catch that Muscles, as Guin had dubbed the Future Pietro, was dead. Grimacing the former assassin shook his head. [color=Olive]"Just what we need. At least that scream should have knocked out the opposition. Though I'm not going to bet on everyone being down."[/color] He hadn't lived this long by being careless.

As the large wolf shoved into the light, Richard took a step back in respectable wariness. Which was reasonable when you are standing next to a ancient and massive predator that hadn't walked the earth for a good number of years. Watching the wolf slip from the light and listening to the sound of claws clicking over the floor and too the stairs, Richard shrugged as the howl echoed up the stairs. [color=Olive]"Well, the Dire Wolf has a point."[/color] He noted, carefully picking his way after Ayita.