Public rp in room

Katia: The bright lights of the creatures caramel irises peered around the new territory. Hiking its ears up to listen all around before cautiously prowling about. A sigh pierced its throat after a few moments. Darkened onyx fur circled the animal except the very tip of its tail. That small patch was a tan color. Once being secured the area of forest she was in, not too far away from an establishment called Ryans pub, it began to relax.  "Seems like a nice place to relax" The delicate yet Russian voiced she wolf spoke to herself. Retracting her claws while the rest of her frame cracked and broke into place. The fur soon turned to flesh. Deep chocolate strands on the women's head started to slightly curled around her shoulders. Those same caramel eyes closed before sighed in delight. Being in her barest form, running her digits through her hair to pull it from her gaze. Taking a seat underneath a random tree and pleasantly hummed to herself. The she wolf found it easier to travel with nothing but herself. Less things to worry about and more convenient that way.

Faline Mano: Faline was getting closer with the menu. She was looking up the other local places to eat and trying to make something unique and priced right. After the day of working out recipes and the menu she sighed heavily and sat back against the counter she was sitting against in the kitchen. She was on her laptop with a notebook next to it. Her back ached and her eyes were sore. Looking out towards the bar she sighed again. Ryan and Evan were out there tonight and it wasn't very busy so packing her things up she left Ryan's Pub, soon to be renamed to Regan's bar and grill, and headed to her motel. Once there she went inside and started to undressed before she paused. Walking out she got in her car and drove out of the city to the woods. She felt like running that night. Once in a safe, wooded area she parked her car, hide her keys outside of the car and undressed. She locked the car up and shifted. Going from the small blonde woman to a twenty pound feline with golden fur with black stripes and spots. Her larger then normal green eyes turned a light brown and looked even bigger as the little Margay. Twitching her long fluffy tail she turned and raced into the trees. Climbing one she'd jump and climb through the trees her tail, large paws and ability to rotate her hips 180 degrees she moved through the woods almost more like a monkey then a cat. She made some noise as she raced along not minding since she wasn't on the hunt right then.

Jasmyne Blackwater: sneaked into the establishment. New Orleans didn't seem too trendy of a place to be in but here she is. The north was giving her headaches since Jac left her in charge over there. What was he thinking? Leaving home base for a dreak girl, literally. Gazed. Eyes wondered, looking for some sort of lead as to where the bonehead is. Was not one to track. Could not be bothered to. Was always spoonfed. Didn't care. She liked it. Jas looked over and then back to check her nails as they were painted fresh from yesterday. With her coat and black skinny denim jeans and flats on. She'd scoot on over to the bar, rest her arms on the counter and ordered a gin and tonic. Catching the scent of other lycans coming in, Jas looked for anyone that would fit her brother's pack. No..all too unfit, she thought to herself. Her brother was always about standards. She saw that after being in charge for a short while up North. The order came in a timely fashion so she tipped the bartender quite generously and sipped on her drink. The establishment looked respectable. The people..meh, could look better. Her phone lit up with messages from the elders in the pack up North, to which Jas rolled her eyes and stuffed her phone back in her coat pocket with a sigh. Over it, she thought to herself. She ran fingers through the side of her hair to straighten it. She asked the bartender for tips on her brother who she knows might have left an impression on him. He tends to do that. Bartenders were his thing. Such a bonehead.

JonJon: still in his booth, probably picking at his second burger for the evening. Mostly picking the seeds off the top of the bun, if there were any. Wheezed a little, since he'd been smoking too much again. He had smoked at least four cigarettes since sitting down and now he didn't feel too great. One sleeve of his sweater had become unbunched, the sleeve covering his hand. Picked the burger up with his other hand, biting, chewing, all that jazz. His eyes looked no where specific, mostly on the booth seat across from his own, the table between him and nothing. Set his burger down to bunch the fallen sleeveback up and slouched in the booth, stretching his legs under the table to see if he could reach the seat on the other side.

🇩​ 🇦​ 🇨 ​🇮​: There was something deciduous in her mannerism as she entered the bar. Not one to frequent such a locale for a number of reasons, it was perhaps off-putting that the Alp-- Former Alpha of the pack would stroll into the pub. Mahogany strands laced her shoulders in a tawny array of layers that framed her face in a disheveled manner while her pronounced expression showcased little emotion. Her form, lithe, slender and yet curvaceous was echoed by the emphasize of her attire. Jeans that hung of hips and fit tight to toned limbs and a t-shirt that was perhaps a size too small with the way it molded around her evident mounds and licked that tiny waist that seemed to vanish within the belt-like waist-line of her pants. There was oozing confidence that bespoke of power, resolute and dominant. It was natural and defined, graceful and elegant as she eased her way to the bar without paying much attention to anyone else. At least, outwardly. Within, the scents slithered through her nostrils, poured through those veins as the woman showed her face to the public, knowing full well the rumors that abound. Not exiled - despite her seemingly topple of power. She was a fixture of the territory and so it would seem, had remained in New Orleans despite the conjecture of her denouncing, giving Colt a position of power. A power she readily remained in control of, despite outward appearances - if only to keep the Pack safe. No longer part of such a pull, she was free to do as she wished and would do what she could to keep them safe. A sacrifice well worth it, should she had been given the chance to avenge and now, she had less on her shoulders and more opportunity to scout and do so. The bar - soon to be named Regan's -- the name made her vomit a little in her mouth -- was a starting point of such journey. Let Colt have his leadership and power. Daci was otherwise occupied.

Katia: Taking a sniff of the air to catch the scent of a feline? What was a feline doing out here? Shaking her head before lifting herself from the tree and had shifted back into her wolf self. It was better than flaunting her frame to any tom, dick, or harry around. There were many male wolves, hell, even other species that wished to mate with her but did she have really any interest in them? Not in the slightest. Using her sense of smell to track the feline down, as the she wolf prowled about. Was the creature going to attack at first glace? Perhaps run away? Too many questions ran through the young ones mind. After a little of searching and finding no luck, she had decided to look up and sure enough there was a spotted feline with tan-ish skin along with a rather extended tail. Suddenly, there was a feeling of wishing to pounce on the tail seeing it as a toy of sorts. She wasn't a feline herself, why she was out of the blue wishing to play with the cat? Maybe because it was food and enjoyed playing with her prey? Only time would tell.

Faline Mano: Faline could smell wolves all around. She didn't know where the pack territory started but still the area all around the city smelled like wolf. So when the she wolf started to track her the feline hardly noticed at first till she stopped high up in the branches to rest. Looking down she saw the wolf and tilted her head. Laying along the branch Faline was at least fifteen feet up so she let her tail dangle down off the branch as her large eyes looking through the darkness at the dark wolf. Taking in a breath she could tell this was a werewolf and a female one at that. Faline would have a different scent to her. Not a lycan but not just a simple cat. The fact she was also exotic looking helped with the fact she wasn't just any cat. Crossing her large fore-paws on the branch she settled herself to see what this wolf was going to do.

Katia: The she wolf would look up at the exotic feline, being able to tell it was female and a young one as well. Though unable to pin point age, she definitely knew it was pretty young. The others scent was different to her, yet not in a bad way. Not sensing any danger from the other creature, she would find it safe to shift slowly back to a human once more. Yipping at the grueling pain and felt each bone pop along with crack into place in order to form the figure she wished for. Once finished, she'd flip her curls up and back to look up again at the other. "Sobirayetes' li vy spustit'sya, malysh?" (Are you going to come down, little one?) Katia asked in her native Russian language. Realizing that the other wouldn't be able to understand her at first, the women spoke in English speaking the same thing over again. Crossing her own arms over her chest to semi-cover her nude frame. Though not completely hiding it either.

Faline Mano: Faline wasn't about to come down to face a wolf head on. They couldn't speak like this and she didn't know if the she-wolf would do anything towards her. The tail twitched and swayed as she watched the female. When the wolf started to shift Faline blinked in surprise but tilted her head at the Russian. She knew a little french and Italian but not Russian. When the English was spoke she sat up on the branch and turned towards the trunk of the tree. She eyed the woman a moment before she went and climbed head first down the tree, unlike what most felines would do but being a margay she was different then most felines. Once on the ground she eyed the woman a moment before she started to shift from the little margay shifted into a slight blonde woman. Faline stood at 5'3 and her skin was mostly pale though her arms and legs were lightly tanned like she spent a lot of time outside, and before coming to the city she did. "Hello." She said finally as she wrapped her arms around her chest to cover her breasts.

Katia: Watching the erotic creature jump from the tree and carefully go onto the ground, the she wolf would give a light smile. Ona ochen' krasivaya devushka ( She is a very beautiful girl.) Her wolf thought. "Hello." Speaking back to her in a language the other could understand, even though it was much easier to speak in Russian than American. Being careful not to move or frighten the girl, she seemed too on edge. Too cautious. Though who could really blame her? A stranger coming into town and not knowing if they can be trusted or not. It only makes sense to be on her guard. "I don't wish to frighten you, I am merely relaxing here till I can find shelter." Assuring the other as much as she could. Katia, being the women she was, was always the kind to make sure others were comfortable rather than make things uneasy or difficult. "My name is Katia Volkov." Introducing herself politely and respectfully, though couldn't really shake the womens hand unless she wished to uncover one of breasts, and seeing that she was not more than maybe sixteen, that wasn't the brightest of choices. Even being nude right now wasn't a great idea but sadly she had no choice at the moment.

Faline Mano: Faline was in her early twenties though she did look on the young side she was very much an adult. The woman was smooth, clean shaved. On her forearms and hands there were several burn marks from working in the kitchen for as long as she could remember, even at home she was always cooking. Eying the woman she finally started to relax once she was sure the she-wolf wasn't about to attack her. Some werewolves were just mean but this one didn't seem like that. Her shoulders relaxed but she did keep herself covered. Unlike most werewolves she wasn't used to being naked in front of people unless she was going to have sex with them. She didn't grow up in a pack so nudity wasn't something she was overly open to. "That's okay. I only just got here a week or so ago... I know there's a pack around here wasn't sure if you were part of that pack." she said and then licked her lips. "I'm Faline." She said and and looked around them. "There's many places to stay in the city." She suggested. She hadn't wanted to be attacked for being on the land by mistake.

Katia: