As she reached the gates, Ola gathered her thoughts and discontinued her walking, glancing around her. Such a blend of different races all around her, yet Ola couldn't tell one from the other, this disgruntled her greatly, she needed assurance, how would she fit in amongst those who could possibly hate her. Of course, she would be capable of identifying Lycans', they were, after all, a 'rival' race, if you will. The very thought of being around them made her stomach churn.
Ola walked through the gates, flicking her radiant red hair from her pale face as she walked. She scanned through the mass of bodies that surrounded her, observing mannerisms and intentions, she was an observant one to say the least. She passed those of her own pedigree, grinning as she did so. She entered the lobby, hoping that a quick conversation would get her keys from the lady situated at the front desk.
Ola strided up to the woman, smiling forcefully and flicking her hair from her face. Her fingers tapped impatiently on the desk, and with a severe nod she spoke; "My keys please, Ola is the name, room 118 or something..." The woman huffed and threw a pair of keys in Ola's direction, with a snarl and a hiss, Ola snatched the keys and stomped away in the direction of the dorms.
On her way, she could sense a rather un-nerving presence ahead of her. A hooded male was just a few feet from her, his scent and stance alone gave away his race; "Lycan!" Yes, it was not her intention to hiss the word aloud, but it was done. She grinned and stood her gorund, cocking her eyebrow curiously.
'It is the mark of an educated mind to be able to entertain a thought without accepting it.'