[center][color=plum][h3] - Laurel - [/h3][/color][/center]

Laurel had been quite content until she was nearly startled off her branch, however the startling was far easier to deal with than the loudness of a voice so close to her. While she had heard the other gifted walking along the path towards where she was she hadn't expected to be blasted off her branch by such loudness. Physically the only indication of being startled she gave was the twitch of her black coat that made the thick golden necklace that rested on her chest ripple. She opened her eyes rather slowly, yellow orbs outfitted with infinitely black pupils that constricted and dilated as they adjusted to the new level of light that greeted them. Her form was lithe and regal in appearance or at least she liked to think so as she raised her head to peer down at the young man who had disturbed her. The motion fully displayed the necklace that seemed to be stitched to her skin as well as the golden cuffs that rested on her front legs just a few inches above her paws. 

With her slight displeasure at being disturbed Laurel assessed Asmund, finding that other than the longish hair he sported and the facial hair he wasn't as ugly as she had hope he would be. Not particularly in her own tastes but not exceptionally displeasing to look at. She pondered briefly what it was about him that she found unattractive and there was not one particular thing that she could pin point that stood out but she brushed away that train of thought as she looked at him, yellow eyes beginning to swirl with the more human green that belonged to her human face. 

The change rushed through her and in only a moment a woman sat, strong denim clad legs astride the still smoldering and blackened tree branch. Her full dark pink lips were pursed just briefly before the expression was blanked and replaced with an easy smile. "[color=plum]I am well, tired but well. Might I ask why you are speaking at such a high volume?[/color]" She tilted her head questioningly as she peered at him, green eyes focused on his form as he lay on the bench. He was quite large and wondered which God he was aligned with. 

Just as she was about to leap from the tree a set of small angry birds chirped at her. They pushed firmly demanding that she go speak to a lad that had destroyed their nest, babies included. Pretty soon the tree around her was filled with small and angry animals. She pushed calmness and sorrow for their losses as she let each one express their grievances about this person who had destroyed their homes. She recognized some of the animals around her as those that lived in a tree she often like to lay in, one she found clarity in and suddenly she was quite irate about the situation. 

"[color=plum]Güzel,[/color]" She called the hyena abruptly and the creature swiftly appeared from the brush, the large hyena looking fierce with the hair standing up along her spine. She turned to the other gifted, "[color=plum]I would love to talk but it appears someone has destroyed my friends home. Perhaps we will meet again another time.[/color]" She nodded her head at him, long black hair sweeping around and falling down her back and over her shoulders as she turned to move, changing forms once more. This time rather than simply releasing tendrils of smoke from the heat around her body she was truly aflame. Fire licked across her skin as she shook out her coat sending small sparks sailing through the air only for them to sullenly burn out before they touched anything. 

She was off just as quickly as she had changed forms, leaving charred paw prints in her wake. The flurry of creatures followed her, flapping their wings and chattering their anger as she drew closer to the glade. It didn't take her long to spot the destruction. Her body burned with grief and anger over the sight before her. The animals drew around her, some of the braver birds landing among the cold flames that roared across her flesh to perch along her back. The flames that adorned her body generally were not hot. She could make them become so but she did not wish to harm the small creatures. They were puffed, feathers fluffed as they looked like little angry cotton balls. Her lips peeled back in a snarl exposing precarious fangs and a mouth filled with sharp teeth. She reined in her temper, extinguishing some of the embers that were still warm. 

How could anyone ever think that this was okay, that it was acceptable to kill baby animals. It was spring after all and the forest was filled with baby animals, especially the canopy of the many trees that filled the glade they were standing in. She was entirely to upset to trust her voice but her body raged with flames, she was well within the vision of the witch who had caused all this carnage. She did however change back into her human form, the animals staying close to her sides. Around her sat a flurry of birds of all kinds, several chipmunks and squirrel families, among other animals. 

When she did find her voice it was little more than a snarl, "[color=plum]Are you done killing baby animals and destroying homes?[/color]" Her voice was just as smooth as it always was, decadent and though it was normally warm and drew people in it was icy cold and quivered with barely contained in rage. 

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