[color=plum][center][h3]- Laurel -[/h3][/center][/color]
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Laurel gave a fierce grin as she watched the witch's discomfort level rise, he was quick to rise and run again as soon as he was well enough. "[color=plum]Don't be a stranger.[/color]" She called after him as he swiftly left her apartment. It wasn't until the dragon came fully into her room and questioned about her tattoo that she stood. There was little need for her to slow her movements down now that the witch was gone so she returned to her usual speed when she was in her home. In a matter of a couple seconds she was directly in front of the dragon, the painted on black top she'd been wearing thrown in the floor to bare the olive colored skin of her back to him along with the ink there.

Inked into the skin along her spine was an elegant [url=http://i44.photobucket.com/albums/f11/krosscowgirl/Characters/s-l1000_zpsinqvycse.jpg]sword[/url], the top of the hilt rested just at the base of her where it began the curve up to the base of her skull while the tip brushed the top edge of the low slung dark navy jeans she was wearing. It was intricately done, so intricate it looked as if one could simply gasp the hilt and pull it from her back. It was the best skill money could buy. The pommel of the hilt was a golden crown that seemed to shimmer while the handle itself was black. An elegant golden cross guard lay next in line with a beautifully carved design. It was the blade that was really spectacular though, it gleamed along the outside edge while the inner surface looked like the sword had been passed down several generations, a family heirloom. Engraved into the blade in beautiful script were the words 'honorem in vita et morte', honor in life and death. Beneath it and at a slight angle to the blade lay the black and golden scabbard every bit as detailed as the sword itself. It seemed that no detail or expense had been spared on the tattoo. 

Anyone but the blind would see why it would be nearly impossible for Laurel to find someone on campus with enough skill to do the hyper realistic style of tattoos she was so fond of. She stood nearly motionless in front of the Sulley, the entire expanse of her back bare along with nearly all of the rest of her from the waist up. She hadn't been raised to be shy and it wasn't as if he could see through to the front of her anyhow so she was rather unconcerned, more than proud to stand there to show off the extensive artwork on her back. "[color=plum]It is one of my most prized possessions.[/color]" She breathed softly, knowing that his keen hearing would catch the words. Her long pitch black hair cascaded over both her shoulders where she had pulled it away from her back to display the artwork though now some of it was returning to its place along her back. Several of the long black strands settled along side the tattoo, their tips brushing against the top of her jeans.