[color=plum][h3]Laurel[/h3][/color]
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Laurel was about as feline as anyone could ever get and as anybody who's ever met a cat knows, it's best not to pet a cat your don't know. Though Kiara didn't seem to notice anything odd about the young lad who seemed to be greeting them, Laurel was entirely too displeased by his behavior to not notice. That was when Laurel's [url=http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f11/krosscowgirl/Ayyan-model1_zpso7zdacyr.jpg]mother[/url] appeared, if there were ever an embodiment of war and the goddess Sekhmet it was Laurel's mother. She was vicious and beautiful all at once, like the worst kind of poison. It was clear where Laurel's had gained her looks from as the woman, though much taller than Laurel still briefly resembled the girl. However, Nadia Demirci didn't appear to be much older than Laurel, 30 perhaps, it was clear that she was dark and cunning though. The woman was taller than Laurel, around five foot ten but she was every bit as toned as her daughter, perhaps more so. The muscles in her arms and shoulders were defined and rippled beneath her darkly tanned skin like those of a fearsome predator. 

Laurel did not shy from her mother's gaze, the only trace of affection the woman showed for her daughter was the slight hand she touched the girl's arm with. "[color=plum]Suleykaar, this is my mother Nadia. Mother, this is my acquaintance Suleykaar. He is friends with my roommate Kiara of the Unseelie Court.[/color]" Laurel's words were cool and formal and her mother nodded at her, looking down at her daughter with a set of chilling blue eyes before turning them on Suley and the extra party he had with him. Nadia did not speak for a slow lingering moment as she looked at the two, inspecting as she inhaled the scents around her. A human among a room full of beasts. A prepared human at least. "[color=slateblue]What do we have here? A dragon and a human who smells of dragon. An armed human. Do tell young dragon, what use is an armed human to you?[/color]" Nadia spoke slowly and with great care, her words were cold and precise but her voice was like a warm lullaby, one you would never wake up from. It would freeze you solid as soon as you closed your eyes. Laurel's mother was what was referred to in the Gifted community as a Reincarnate. She was a nearly identical copy of the goddess she stemmed from, Sekhmet, for that alone she was powerful. She was war and destruction wound inside the body of a woman who was as sly as a jackal and as fast as a viper without cause or reason. She was truly vicious. 

Laurel looked pleadingly at Suley hoping that he might see the apology in his eyes because her face could betray nothing, not with her mother here in front of her. Just as Laurel prayed to her own Goddess that things might not get any worse than they already were the young woman's older sibling slunk up behind her. It was all Laurel could do to keep her composure at this point. There was going to be a war, a full out war in this ballroom tonight. Unlike Laurel who had taken after their mother, [url=http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f11/krosscowgirl/TC-558bd6d4844ff-winged-hourglass-egyptian-tattoo-on-man-chest-600x600_zpsxlr2ojg7.jpg]Jasper[/url] had taken after their father who was Greek. Jasper's God was Apollo and the young man looked like he was carved from the finest marble with his stone white skin and the fairest of blonde hair. His blue eyes were the only thing he had in common with his mother though his shone like the sunny waters of Delos instead of looking like the pool of souls in the underworld as his mother's did.

"[color=lightsteelblue]Laurel, dear sister, what have you gotten into now?[/color]" He questioned her softly hoping dearly that their mother did not continue on the war path she seemed to be going down.