<strong>Anya<br/>Dorm Room A5<br/>Tagged - Alex Kingston</strong><br/><br/>Anya hadn't heard the door open, so involved in her food. Then he had spoken. Anya froze, her feathers ruffling. Her head turned to see the white haired male inside the doorway. All realization of why she was there, of why he was there, was no longer at the forefront of her brain. He was in her territory and she would not allow him to take her food. She had stolen it, fair and square.<br/><br/>A clawed hand pushed the crinkled bag and its contents behind her. She squawked at him, a high pitched sound as her eyes started to burn a brighter red. "You can't have it. It's mine," she growled. Flames started to flick over her skin and over down her feathers. The temperature in the room began to rise and soon the male would feel the sting of it along his skin.