Chernobyl

[Lunar Tragedy]

Widened, honey-colored orbs surveyed the reaction steadily. Needless to say, Anya hadn't expected that much shock in result of her arrival. A little surprised jump was one thing; diving onto the floor was another. Luckily, the girl soon stood and appeared undamaged by the fall aside from a bit of dust. Good - Anya didn't exactly want someone's death on her hands tonight, and this building with all of its debris appeared far from safe.

"okay..." With a weak attempt at a smile, she stepped forward and cast the light in a slow, deliberate path which she hoped would help her find the object that her new acquaintance described. The girl didn't really look away from the task at hand, hoping to catch the glint of metal in the beam's path, but she did respond to the polite introduction. "Anya." Her smile warmed with some customary courtesy as she glanced up finally, pausing her search.

Were it not for the fact that Anya was occasionally scatter-brained, she might have looked exactly where she'd seen Natasha only moments before. Instead, as if directed by fate, her eyes landed several feet upward from that point on a place where the moonlight was obstructed by a figure. It was Anya's turn to jump in surprise, though her movement was far less pronounced than Natasha's had been. Her heart still hammered in her chest as she imagined shock caused in all humans, and her eyes stilled widened exponentially, taking in the full width of its... wingspan.

A.Big.Ass.Bird.

That's what she was seeing. Anya wasn't exactly afraid of birds, but that didn't mean that she had to like them. Especially ones that were human-sized.... Still, most of her anxiety and nervousness stemmed from the fact that she was surprised by the entity, not what the entity itself was. When her heart slowed enough to stop imepding the thoughts of her brain, she logically reasoned that he must be a victim of radiation just like the two of them. No reason to be afraid, right? She even regained some of the smile she'd tried to cast only moments ago to offer to him. "Hi."

[Egyptian Myth]

Fyodor blinked, golden eyes glinting in the darkness. He'd been spotted. He tilted his head slightly, wings shifting into a comfortable but not fully folded posture, still prepared for flight. The avian boy studied the girl carefully; her face, her posture, her overall reaction, and finally the tone of her voice as she cautiously greeted him. After staring at her for a moment, he hesitantly responded. "... Hello."

Something smelled like fish. His nose picked up just a hint of the aroma; he hadn't learned to identify much by olfactory yet, but he knew this smelled like good, fresh fish. He sniffed a few times, but it was only... around, he couldn't tell where. He gazed about, but unfortunately his night sight hadn't improved in the past few minutes.

[Rae-chan]

Natty smiled, waving one hand in an apologetic manner. "I am so sorry..I stopped listening, so, I was really not prepared for you to show up.." The girl tugged at one of her ears a moment. Anya seemed very..tentative. Now that she had chosen to widen her point of focus, little ticks in the girl's behavior began to catch her attention. "It's nice to meet you, Anya."

Rather than pestering her with questions, Natasha turned back to the task at hand, and grinned. "Oh! There it is.." After precariously positioning herself over a set of rotting beams, she used both her light and Anya's flashlight to wrap her fingers around the little silver trinket. She slid the wring back over her finger and turned, noticing that the flashlight's beam had jumped with Anya in her surprise.

"What is it?" Even as she spoke, her eyes trailed in the direction her new friend's--well, at least she hoped she was friendly---gaze was pointed. "Oh, dear." Natty raised her glowing hand, reducing the beam to a little orb of light to get a better look at the new stranger. "Ohh my..your wings are gorgeous.."

[Lunar Tragedy]

((Okay, I'm sorry, but is it really all that appropriate that we're hinting around about how my character smells like fish? I mean, am I the only one thinking in the gutter here, or...? >_> I probably should have considered this before creating the character.))

"Yeah." Anya hesitantly agreed to Natty's compliment, her voice coming out more breathless than she would have aimed for. Quickly, she cleared her throat and looked away. Perhaps, had she not been transformed into part fish, she too could have appreciated the beauty of feather's such as these - on a more compact creature, of course.

She took a few steps until she was positioned at the other female's side. Getting closer to the birdman was only polite, but it still put her nerves on edge. Roughly half of her was possessed by an urge to swim - or, in this case, run - away from her "predator".

[Egyptian Myth]

( Oh for goodness sake, Luna. >_>
Though in all honesty I never got that innuendo. x-x I'm aware it is one but I don't actually know how. Lolz. )

He raised a brow - a brow made of short, dark feathers. Fyodor extended a wing slightly, peering at it himself. All he noticed was that he might've been getting mites. His scaled hand went to the wing, a black claw at the tip of his finger scratching the bug off one of his plumes.
His eye was caught by one of the girl's movement, so his gaze flew to her. She seemed nervous... probably just shy. The wing that had extended withdrew and shifted itself back into alignment with its other. "Kind of late for you to be up, isn't it?" He asked, eyes glinting in the darkness.