Black Water Lodge (NEW RP FORUM)

[Howling Wolf Rain]

She jumped, seeing the man kick Katya and run into the building. Letting her hackles drop, she trotted over to where the blonde was standing.

"Katya. I do believe you startled the poor man."

Her ears dropped to the side a bit when she tilted her muzzle to the side and smiled. Tails wagging, she let her body begin to tense up in preparation of transforming.

"Lets go see if we can ease the tense aura I smell here so that our stay will be leisurely."

Letting the clouds encase her furry form as she transformed, it took only a moment before her slightly taller figure stood next to Katya's. Her long black hair whipped about her as a breeze shook through the trees. Her pale mint green cloak was pressed to her on one side and flailing in the wind on the other.

Smiling at the familiarity of her form, she ran her pale hands over her light grey dress beneath the cloak. After tightening the Celtic pattern ash colored band around her waist, she herded the mildly displeased blonde girl towards the door.

"Come on Katya. Let's at least see if they are more hospitable to us in this form."

Flipping her long blond hair with one white nailed hand, she sighed heavily and pushed open the door. Why Zhenya was being so mean she could never figure out. The man OBVIOUSLY didn't want her here, and frankly she was beginning to not want the place just as much.

Stepping up out of the windy air and into the warm artificial light of the reception foyer, her white ankle high heeled sandals clacked on the wood floor. Waiting for Zhenya to gracefully cross the threshold, she let her lips curve into a scowl before stepping forwards. The man from before was in here.

Letting her spacious hood fall onto her back, releasing her long tresses, she glanced around the area calculatingly. The air was warm and pungent with the scent of withheld spices and there was an aroma of chlorine drifting from the far left.

Passing Katya, she slipped off her dyed grey deerskin boots into a cubicle and motioned for Katya to mimic her. Swiftly passing over the two steps into the main room, her black eyes snapped over to where the man from before was holding a heated discussion with another man.  

[XxHell-AlucardxX]

Glancing towards the door only to see the blond once more, Dally's face turned into surprise as his eyes doubled in size before pointing and yelling ta the top of his lungs "ITS HER, ITS THE WITCH!!!"

Noticing Dally running around the room in complete panic before his eyes shifted back towards the two young ladies. "Good evening ladies, welcome." Smiling in a greeting, Brutus noticed his captain pulling out his pistol only to point it towards the two "SIR, NO!!!" Tackling the paniced captain to the floor before he had a chance to fire. "Sir get a grip!"

"Whats all this commotion down here?" Approching down the steps annoyed by Dally's screams, Lan turned his blood red eyes towards the two ladies, then down towards the pinned captain before looking up at Brutus wanting a answer.

"I don't know he just came running in screaming saying that these two ladies are witches then before I knew it he was ready to shoot them."

"Oh ho?" Smiling slightly as he made his way to the bottom of the steps, Lan made his way over towards the two young ladies "Are both of you alright?" Tilting his head as he gave both a curious look. Turning his head as he heard Brutus struggling with Dally, Lan raised one hand only to move his fingers slowly as he watched the captain began to settle down as his eyes were becoming heavy.  

[Howling Wolf Rain]

She paused in her disapproving speculation of the place and turned towards the two men on the floor. Cocking her hips and putting one hand beneath her chin, she made a disgusted noise at the panic on one of their faces.

"Caro Dio! Perché il diavolo stai due pussies? Crescere alcune palle e succhiare a fondo!"

She took several steps towards the men, completely ignoring the third, and stomped her heel on the ground near them.

"Voglio dire, Forza! Che tipo di dickless perdente è così patetico? Sono fottuto cinque piedi otto pollici! I pesare uno cento diciassette libra! Che diavolo mi ha intenzione di fare? Bite te?!"

Her blue eyes flashed as Zhenya stepped up nearer her.

"Down Katya. Relax. They haven't harmed you."

She rose one hand to beckon the blonde towards her. At her calling, Katya glared at the men and returned to the wolf woman's side. Faintly smiling at her obedience, she turned to face the third man.

"Yes, We are unharmed. You'll have to forgive my friend. She tends to be a tad bit on the snappish side."

She apalled herself with the heavy russian accent that coated her voice, but dismissed it as Katya sucked in a harsh breath through her white teeth.

What utterly repulsive behavior. Why were these men acting like children? She couldn't handle the stupidity of it all.

For one, she didn't have warts or acne.
Secondly, she didn't have yellow eyes. Her eyes were blue.
Thirdly, no facial hair or teeth deformities.
Fourthly, her nose was normal sized.
Fifthly, she had absolutely no uni-brow!

"Mi dispiace Zhenya, ma non posso prendere questa merda. Che cazzo è sbagliato con lui? Egli è cieco? Egli è mentalmente contestato? Io non sono un fottuto strega!"  

[XxHell-AlucardxX]

"No no the appology is mine, Dally just isn't use the the super natural, shape shifters, or things like that." Walking over towards the bar as he watched Brutus carry Dally up to his room, the young vampire chuckled under his breath from Dally's reaction earlier before he raised his hand once more only to make the cupboard door open up on its own as a wine glass levitated to his hand. "May I offer you ladies a drink?" Glancing up towards the two ladies as he grabbed a bottle of red wine only to begin pouring the liquid substance in the glass.  

[Howling Wolf Rain]

Wine! Now that was a pleasant thought!

She let the two rude men leave the room without harm before she waltzed her way over to the bar. Slipping quietly into the tall stool, she let her earrings twinkle in the light before observing the gallary with disdain.

They did not have any adequate liquers.

Flicking her delicate thin fingers out, she ran a single white nail through the stream of red wine. Pulling her hand back, she absentmindedly slipped the drop of liquid through her pale pink lips. She mulled over the existing stock while Zhenya made her silent way to the counter.

Observing her rather prideful friend with a slight smile on her lips, she moved to the bar as silently as the snow fell in the mountains, a habit she had a difficult time breaking.


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