[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=Olive]Location: Formal Sitting Room[/color][/b] [/center]
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[i][color=Orange]"Start tutoring and tell your feral sister 'paws off' before I get hose."[/color][/i]

The comment cut through Richard's puzzling of why Ayita needed a 'chat' that looked less than friendly with Marygold, and it did more than merely disturb him. Turning with narrowed eyes on the snot-nosed brat while Allison tore into the woman, the assassin stood from his seat brushing the glitter from his clothes and hair. But it was a blessing for the fool girl when two voices thick with delightful accents interrupted the deadly hiss that was building in Richard's throat. His snake-esque eyes turning to examine the new comers with some shock. 

[color=Olive]"You forget my pretty face?"[/color] Richard grinned with a lazy arrogance that came with one who was used to playing the game of life and winning. [color=Olive]"The Nightly Howler's Casino down in New Orleans. I believe I won you out of every chip you had. Richard Laine, my sister is a shifter of sorts about here."[/color] Offering the man a hand to grasp, Richard inclined his head slightly as he studied Remy. [color=Olive]"And those are true words."[/color] He stated with a deadly smoothness to his voice as his head turned about to Shelly once again. [color=Olive]"More however you arrogant girl. You insulted my sister. Ayita is no feral beast, and she has better manners than you as well as a vocabulary."[/color]

[color=Olive]"Just because my sister takes the form of a cat does not mean she fears water. I have little doubt that she had a damn good reason for wanting to speak with Mary, just as I am sure that she does not want me to know. You, however, are stepping dangerously close to a line and I suggest you think before crossing it."[/color] Richard gave Shelly a stern look. [color=Olive]"There are plenty of people here who are fond of that 'feral', and we will not tolerate your insult towards her. I should probably stop them, keeping the peace and everything... But I do blink on occasion."[/color] The Adder shrugged with a smug smile on his lips as he turned his attention to Remy, dismissing the girl as though she was little more than a side note as he continued the conversation as though they had not been interrupted. [color=Olive]"I don't suppose you still gamble? I have a friend, of sorts. Might be interesting to make a night of it."[/color]

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location: Formal Sitting Room -> Parlor (First Floor) [/color][/b] [/center]
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Ayita studied the palor and the kittens with a soft look as she considered how best to start the conversation. But Marygold's appearance threw the younger shifter a bit. Red irises were not a common trait and it set Ayita's hackles up. Still she would speak, though her instincts warned her to be careful. [color=ForestGreen]"You judge what you know little of."[/color] Deciding the best way to start this would be forthright, Ayita leaned against a chair lightly as her arms crossed over her chest. Studying Marygold with a look that bordered between irritation, weariness and outright rage. Running a hand through her dark auburn locks, Ayita listened to the clink of the beads and the rustle of feathers. It was some small touch of the wild north and the feel of home. Which this place was feeling less of. It was still a place to rest and den but it was like a cabin when one ranged far from the homestead on a long hunt following the herds in their migrations.

Amber eyes fixed on Marygold again and Ayita felt that all too familiar rage against those who were so quick to judge boil within her. She had always knocked those irritations to the side, keeping to herself often in one for or another that was not human. Pretending not to hear the whispers. What had changed? The metal band about her finger was answer enough she supposed. There was more at stake now. [color=ForestGreen]"You say I am barbaric. Perhaps in the eyes of you humans, but you are far more savage than I. For it is humans who hunt and slay for the fun of it. Not to satisfy their hunger or need, but for [i]fun[/i]."[/color] Tossing her head to the side, Ayita let the notched ear be clear of the hair that often covered it. Studying Marygold, Ayita's nose twitched absently as she noticed a strange scent coming from the woman's hands. Like a bad oil was on her skin. 

[color=ForestGreen]"Not to mention you thought it would be 'fun' to give those kittens catnip, knowing full well what form I would take."[/color] There was bitterness in her voice now, as Ayita stood fully and stared at Mary with revulsion in those amber eyes. [color=ForestGreen]"Or did you never bother to learn what happened that day when I killed Wonderland? Lizzie?"[/color] Stalking forward, Ayita kept caution close to her heart and was tense to avoid an attack. Something didn't feel right to her. [color=ForestGreen]"You say I think death and people dying is funny?"[/color] The shifter whispered as she stared into Marygold's eyes and snarled in sheer fury. [color=ForestGreen]"What would you know of death? You've faced it before, I know that. But you have not constantly caused it for survival. I was hunted through the forest for 'fun' by you humans. Did I turn around and kill the hunters? Did I rip their heads from their shoulders, gut them?"[/color] Ayita hissed as her eyes flashed from form to form, her mind thrusting into Marygold as she deposited the memory of running through the forests with those damned hunters on her heels. The pain as her hear was clipped by an arrow that had nearly missed her head. But these were not the thoughts of a human, they were the sheer panic of a deer fleeing a predator. But also in Ayita's memories were the echoes of the urge to turn about and fight. The urge to unleash her fangs and claws on these attackers and drive them from her territory. To risk those wounds that might hinder her survival. The human in that mind was minuscule and curled in a ball, letting the panic take control. [color=ForestGreen]"No. No I did not. I fled. I survived, and I learned."[/color] Ayita's mind withdrew as her voice quieted.

She had violated Marygold on some level but the woman was not understanding. Not seeing what was before her. Gripping the edge of a table, Ayita let out a snarl as her knuckles were white. [color=ForestGreen]"Trying to be 'cool'. As though I care about being cool."[/color] She snorted in disgust. Amber eyes looked to Marygold again. [color=ForestGreen]"I grow tired of your confusion in the matter. I am [i]not[/i] human. I am human in some sense, and very much a mutant, but I am also... Something else. I am every creature that has walk, swam and flown upon this earth just about."[/color] Cocking her head to the side, Ayita studied Mary with annoyance plain in her face. [color=ForestGreen]"Some have accepted this, some have not. I am no longer content to sit to the side and let words be bandied by you humans about for now they effect more than just myself."[/color]