[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Kitchen - Hallway[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Richard blinked and looked down at the small child who had seemingly appeared out of no where. Albeit, he wasn't used to being on the look out for flying children when they weren't at least teenager height. Though he supposed there would be the odd child who could grow or shrink. [i]Child[/i], Richard mused with annoyance privately preferring the term brats. The exception being his sister and perhaps her friend Allison. Though the surprise of a small girl running into him didn't end there as the pixie sprouted fairy like wings and began hovering about him. Questioning firing fast than he could answer them.

Raising his hand slightly, Richard gently scooted her to the side as he continued down the hall and towards the doors leading outside as a far too troublesome could be heard. [color=Olive]"My apologies for running into you, small... child."[/color] He gritted his teeth against calling her a brat. Though he supposed it wasn't fair as this was a particularly young one. Taking a breathe, he decided the humor the girl. Often when you did they went away or were content enough to be quiet and think for a time. [color=Olive]"Richard Laine, is who I am. Though who are you and what are you doing here?"[/color] A fair trade and honestly he expected a frivilous answer that would get him no where. Pesky Pixie Brat, the man muttered in his head.

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Palor - First Floor[/color][/b] Cells[/center]
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Ayita looked over her feathered shoulder as her eyes blinked slowly at Allison as her friend came into the room. Mary's words slicing into the owl-woman as their 'leader' berated her. Whirling in a blur of feathers, Ayita flashed into her human form. Her eyes snapping with something that wasn't quite human as she stared at the door Marygold had just strutted from like a prideful bitch. Sorely tempted to go after the woman and give her exactly the details of what the plant weaving fungus had said, Ayita paced. Her eyes looking about the room for 'prey', something she could tear into. Yanking the leash on the instinct that demanded she challenge the alpha bitch, amber eyes widened in horror.

[color=ForestGreen]"I'm a monster."[/color] Ayita whispered finally, sitting down heavily on the sofa. Her head in her hands as she shook with a mix of grief and rage. [color=ForestGreen]"Perhaps he was right in going North. Perhaps that where monsters belong."[/color] Honestly, Ayita wanted nothing more than to rip into Dean and Marygold's minds and give them the years she had spent [i]surviving[/i]. She had tried to explain it to the girl, Sarah, but the girl had only seen the form and not the waves that crashed against her. Rubbing the golden ring on her finger, Ayita looked up at Allison. 

[color=ForestGreen]"I- I was merely teasing. [i]Playing[/i]. Is that not something you- people,"[/color] Ayita corrected herself firmly. [color=ForestGreen]"-do? Is that so barbaric? I did not joke about death or killing but the facts of the hunt! As if they do not do the same when they hunt deer in the forest! They act as though I would actually do- That I would hunt the stupid boy!"[/color] A tear slipped from Ayita eye as she stared at the spot it left on her hand in wonder and sorrow. She had never been so frustrated with something, though she had been wounded. It was the helpless rage that she could do nothing about it, that ripped the wild woman open. That those people only saw the creature that ripped the throat out of one human and trampled others. Scrubbing at her eye desperately, Ayita sent the tail end of her thought to Allison. [color=ForestGreen][i]"... Can't let Brother see... He'll- No, he must not know."[/i] Her brother was protective and for even one tear of her's to be shed? Ayita didn't want him and Marygold or Dean going at it.