Born to be Wild: Were-Creature Rp Open!

(... wouldnt a were-dog just be basically a werewolf?)

(Ya what Blood said lol. In this world Lycanthropy affects all animals for some reason or another. So any dog breed could be a were creature. For lore reason, we could say were dogs are actually a fairly new version of shifters)

(yippee lol)

(Skipping to when they return back home)


Lexa walks into their house to find their parents and Leon waiting for them. Leon smiles at both of his sisters before slipping away to head to his room for a little bit. Thier mother a woman with long wavy brown hair rushes over and bends down to hug Maria. "Are you all right? Where have you been and why do you smell like a cat?" She questioned pulling back to eye her then to Lexa.


Lexa puts her hands up in defense. "Trust me, we both have an explanation." She promised.

(I think a were-raccoon is such a cute idea)

A heavy breath caught in Javalle's throat. Cold, speechless dread tremored through their veins and their heart seemed to drop to their stomach. He saw the tall, dark-haired figure of Jack at the end of the walkway and besides him, a lady he had never met. She appeared to be talking to him in private about a book before closing it immediately. What alarmed him most was that he didn't detect any feral scent radiating off her. She was as human as they come.

First time he met Jack, he was being interviewed,  and Javalle thought the matter was suspicious enough to intervene. This time he had no intention of eavesdropping. He was just miraculously skilled at it, a talent which he cursed himself for with gritted teeth. His new coworker didn't even register the fact he was there. Javalle would've liked to stay ignorant of their presence, but this situation felt a bit too pressing for the bookeeper to leave alone. Even if he was taking time off today, there was still the chance to advise them on where to look, whatever in the world they were doing.

Javalle greeted them both with a forced, friendly smile. They hoped they couldn't tell he was on the verge of snarling at them. "Good afternoon Jack. Who's this with you?" He eyed the non-shifer contemptiously. this point, it wouldn't surprise him if she was another sort of creature entirely. "Do you need any help finding anything?"

Snatching his gaze away, Javalle glanced to his left and cautiously skimmed at the shelves opposite of them. There was still a sliver of hope he could find something before he was inevitably dragged back down into another bothersome conversation.

(My reply times are becoming more inconsistent, sorry guys! Been doing a lot of writing this week. EDITED because I forgot a couple of sentences. See what I mean )

(Can I have Nightshade interact with her at some point?)

(I mean she just bought ramen and chips, take ur pick :3)

(Ahhk, sorry for the wait. Junospower, would you like to reply first, or me? I figure you could go, since Jack was addressed, then I could add somethin' a lil' after?

And holy heck, the main idea rampaging through my brain is actually not a shifter. I'm thinking of a sort of human with wings? I'm looking through mythology, and depictions of people with wings, mostly some Greek gods or nymphs who have them. But I found harpies! Which are generally women, with wings and said to snatch souls to bring them to the underworld. So maybe that? Kind of debating on it!)

(lol, I love the casual *slides over adoption papers* XD its halarious)

(Hoo boy I missed everyone on oh well, no biggie. soot yeah I’ll go ahead and have Jack start, just give me a bit)

Of course when it actually mattered to be on high alert, Jack’s heighten senses failed him once again. One would think that someone freshly out of a brutal transformation would be sensitive to the world around him. Perhaps he was too invested in their research. It didn’t help his case that he slightly jumped at the sound of the voice. He looked over his shoulder and relaxed a bit at the sight of Javalle.

“Afternoon, Javalle,” Jack greeted, moving to lean against the bookshelf to somewhat cover Adeline from view, “She’s just a friend of mine, we’re just browsing these old books.”

He kept his answer vague more so for Adeline’s protection. Jack himself made it no secret to the other werewolves and were-creatures that he hated being cursed, so no doubt that Javalle could figure out what he was doing. Although, how would his coworker react that she knows that Jack was a werewolf? Best to keep it a secret until the right time…

Adeline's never been a social person, only out of necessity (or guilt-), it's not too often she makes an actual acquaintance, nor friend. And.. she's not too hopeful, at this new persons tone. They don't sound rude.. but uh, not particularly forthcoming. So, careful, polite, but not too sunny sweet ground then.

She shuffles slightly, putting up a polite if teensy bit strained smile, and a small, quick wave. "Hi." Adeline says, breath catching as the mans eyes seemed to.. not look quite right. (She's seeing a bit of a witchy clairvoyance thing here!) Pupils a bit too thin. Odd. Okay, well, she's not as insane as she thought moments ago (maybe) so..

Maybe there is actually something different there?

She's starting to feel that tired wooziness come back. She'd only planned on a quick walk before going back to her apartment to get ready for the day. Maybe have breakfast. (oh wow, she's a bit hungry)

But uh, she supposes she can skip breakfast for the whole werewolf knowledge. That's a fair trade.

Adeline's hands are only slightly shaky as she reaches up to tighten her hair tie, blinking the gray at the edges of her vision away, because.. that's definitely not normal.

Maybe she's not normal. How far does this whole supernatural thing go? Adeline is.. definitely gonna have some questions for Jack later.

Maria followed her sister into the den and sat next to her. As Lexa explained what had happened to her she just tried to best to shrink away so she was not asked any questions. Despite Lexa’s recap very much simplifying her trauma, she didn’t have much to add. The only correction was that Javalle was an ocelot, not a bobcat. Once done their father crossed his arms and asked, “So what does this ocelot want for watching you?” This just made Maria raise an eyebrow and looked at her mother and sister wondering if they knew what he meant.

I love how people love my little trash panda. Will make a starter for her later.)