[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color] & [color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location: Formal Sitting Room[/color][/b] [/center]
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Richard gave Dean and one of the newer 'kids' to come to the school a smoldering look of annoyance. [color=Olive]"Apparently I insulted one for simply speaking."[/color] The Adder stated dryly as he lounged in the chair. Not really caring about the little fairy winged children. He had handled worse than them in his life and that worse than them came barreling into the room. Three kittens tumbling about in a ball of fur with the sleek form of his sister following them. That horrid little nagging thought about being an uncle erupted in his mind making him sit a bit straighter as the kits ran from the room.

Ayita glanced at her brother with a irritated look, shifting to her human form a hand covering her nose as she scented the dreaded catnip. The smell wasn't what was bothering her but rather the buzz that was coming into her head from it. The serval in her wanted to roll about in it and enjoy entire fields, but Ayita's fury was boiling like the thunder on the high mountain tops. She had felt that before, she had been in that haze before and all she wanted to do now was curl against her brother and sob with grief. Casting an amber gaze at the glitter covered man, Ayita eyed the twin pixies and wondered how fast they flew. Not fast enough she would wager, but that was hardly her problem. 

[color=ForestGreen][i]"Do you-?"[/i][/color] It was a half formed thought but Richard well knew what Ayita was asking. Shaking his dark head, the man brushed himself off with a noise that resembled an irritated rattle snake. He had just laundered this shirt! So perhaps he was a bit fussy with his clothing, but he did like to look good. How he managed that with his sister though was a mystery to others, Richard however was not ignorant. Ayita was a fastidious as he, perhaps more so. For she hunted about the manor regularly, honing the skills she had taken years to acquire, and never had returned bloodied or looking as though she had just feasted on some hapless prey. Though what was curious was why his sister was looking as though, in her terms, a skunk had entered the room. The fury he read in her eyes put the assassin on high alert. Something was off and while he didn't know what it was... Narrowing his blue-green gaze at his youngest sister, Richard raised a brow.

Shaking her head, Ayita sent a feeling rather than a though. Bared fangs and a clear signal he was to leave this to her. Richard dealt with his own problems and she had made a clear point with her 'mating' to Damon that she was capable. More than that, she knew it hurt him to have missed all those fun moments in her life that had been stolen from her by their bitch of a mother. Touching his arm as she passed, she brushed away some of the glitter to kiss him chastely on the brow. A affection to gave to so many few. But this was the shield she would use as her gaze fastened as Marygold as the woman ushered the children out and turned to giggle at the older Laine.

Her fangs fought to be bared in that wolf's warning for a lesser to back down, but she held it in check. What she did not hold in check was the slight straightening of her hunched position as she gripped Mary's arm in a vice grip. Not tight enough to hurt but the plant mutant would not find a easy escape as Ayita had the height and was undoubtedly stronger. [color=ForestGreen][i]"You will come with me and we will speak."[/i][/color] Ayita stated firmly. This wasn't the soft voice that was her speaking but a deeper and resounding order. A command from one who could and did issue them. The eyes of a wolf looked at Marygold and Ayita bared her teeth in what she hoped was a smile though she feared it was more of a snarl. She was the alpha wolf in the North, and this mutant-human would learn the err of her ways. 

A mental shove to the wild side of her, Ayita lessened her mental tone slightly. No less firm though. [color=ForestGreen][i]"Or you may speak to Brother. Easy or hard, but we [b]will[/b] speak. This has been too long in the coming."[/i][/color] There was a undertone of dark humor, as if Richard would not be only one Marygold would face if she refused. Though he look Richard was casting Mary was one that did not speak of anything good. He was dissecting the situation in truth. Trying to find out what was wrong and what the woman's transgression was. Whatever it was it was serious enough Ayita was acting on it.

Moving so her arm wrapped about behind the red haired woman, Ayita steered her from the room and into the formal dinning room or thus was her intent. Richard was halfways moving to stand and follow, though the warning look from his sister had the Adder frozen as he reconsidered. Something was going down, that was for sure. If anything, Richard sighed, he could blame Damon for this. The man had brought the woman out of the wolf (or vice versa) and honestly? He wasn't sure that was a good thing at times.