[color=lightsteelblue][center][h3]- Niall -[/h3][/center][/color]
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Niall Collins was not one for posturing his position, it hadn't ever really been his 'thing' so to speak. It was, however, something that he was astonishingly good at thanks to his own nature. Especially when it came to things his wolf considered to belong to him. Things such as Laurel Wren Demirci. The moment he smelled her the word 'mine' filled his head, he considered her to be part of his pack even if she wasn't even a Lycan. The word blurred out all other thoughts, especially when she got closer and he realized that she wreaked of dragon's sulfur. Despite having obviously bathed and rubbed oil on her skin she still smelled of Sulley. It wasn't particularly a romantic attachment that he had but it was strong nonetheless and the fact that she smelled like someone else instead of him made his wolf nearly loose its cool. His jaw muscle ticked softly, clenching ever so slightly before releasing while his warm chocolaty amber eyes flashed a vivid yellow. 

Laurel was standing off to his left just behind Sulley and he couldn't even stop himself from wrapping a long thickly muscled arm around her waist and jerking her towards him. Even though the move would have left most women or nearly anyone off balance she looked as if they were dancing. She always looked like a dancer but she was spectacular to see up close, especially when she left her Gift at full force and didn't dull it down so as not to intimidate people. He'd startled her so much that she lost her grip on it and as she tumbled into his arms it nearly stole his breath. She defied all logical reason with the pure unaltered feline grace she had. His wolf wanted him to transform so that he could rub his face and his scent all over her but his pride would never allow such a desperate looking action. He settled for sweeping her away from the scene wrapped in his arms, her feet off the ground and her crushed to his chest while he strode nearly ten feet away. He all but ignored the dragon and the others now standing around as he held his little gifted. 

He set her down on her feet gently but still touching him as he looked down at her. "[color=lightsteelblue]Mihnet,[/color]" Despite the fact she was a disobedient witch more often than not the vicious mare snorted, flaring out her nostrils as she came to him as she had been taught to do. He kept a loose grip around Laurel as he untacked the mare, bridle and all before swinging Laurel on top of her. Only Laurel could ride the mare in such a manner with nothing to guide the mare or keep her on. Laurel had bottle fed the mare, raised her from birth after her dam had died. Mihnet was far better behaved but no less vicious under Laurel's control. "[color=lightsteelblue]I don't care if you're in a dress and you have on nice panties. I don't have any desire to make enemies here if you get injured and I would rip someones throat out over it. You are mine and I'll not have you so close to a fight. I will call the entire pack if I have to, every single one of them, my father included to drag you off if you don't stay on this moon forsaken creature Laurel Wren.[/color]" He cut her off as soon as she opened her pretty mouth to give him and excuse. 

He was tall enough so that he could kiss the base of her throat while she sat astride the mare. He could scent the sulfur and her own natural scent like honeysuckle and vanilla mixed with a delicate but dark note of chocolate when he was this close. It wasn't a romantic gesture though it might seem that way, it was a promise of trust. He could have ripped out her throat easily despite her natural speed and she was nearly as quick. She kissed his temple before she pushed the mare away so that she sat safely thirty or forty feet away. His instinct to protect her was something that even a Lycan as controlled as he was couldn't fully dull.