Aspen Wren

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Niall

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Niall sat at a table near a wall as was strategically advantageous for himself at the very least, he had a clear view of the doorway and anyone who decided to approach him. He ran his hands through his hair which he's styled with a bit of pomade. Just enough to give it some texture. By now he had nearly a full coating of facial hair, it was a typically Lycan problem and the primary reason why you rarely saw a clean shaven one. His tux was something he would rather not be wearing at all, if he'd been allowed to he would have come in just a pair of loose fitting jeans.

As he munched contentedly on the tiny sandwiches he'd acquired like a wolf with a moose leg to naw on he scented around, pushing away the scent of the food he was eating so that he could smell other things. He spied easily a full breadth of creatures who were arriving very quickly and seemingly in a rush now. It was easy for him to ignore just about anything, when you lived in one of the largest packs in the world and it was filled with wild young males out to prove themselves. Always wanting to fight and brawl with everyone they had the chance to. His father's territory which would soon be his own whenever his father decided to step down covered almost the entirety of North America. They maintained all but the south western US and from there down.

A young male shape-shifter was headed for him, Niall could easily distinguish him from a Lycan due to the mating mark that was visible on the side of his face. "No, we have not met. It's a pleasure, my name is Niall." Hopefully the lad would not recognize Niall's name, it wasn't a very common name but still there were others with it. He shook the hand that was offered to him, firmly but not in challenge. That wasn't what Niall was here for. Before too long Niall caught sight of something to behold. Shukura made her way towards the food table but she didn't notice Niall at first. When she did however he knew there was shit to be had about him being in a tux at a ball.

When she spoke to him he nodded, "I enjoy watching people bicker mostly and I'm sure if my father shows up and I'm AWOL he'd have the entire pack looking for me. Shukura, this is Joar. He's a first year. Joar, this is a family friend, Shukura. Try not to make eye contact with her, she might try and eat you." His massive shoulders shook slightly as he chuckled, his voice was about as low as they came. So low that it was nearly a growl but anyone who'd met Niall knew he was possible the most sane unmated young male Lycan on the planet. He was the least likely to attack out of any, even possibly his own father.

@Mugin@StoneWolf

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Laurel

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Laurel steeled her face as she prepared for the face off her mother would undoubtedly cause. She was right when she had assumed that her mother would cause a massive catastrophe. Her father was the personality face of the family for this very reason, either he or Jasper did most if not all of the talking when it came to brokering deals, her mother loved fighting entirely too much. She always seemed to know exactly what to say to make someone angry, it was just her nature. It was past time Laurel stood up for herself either way. Her mother's gifts were not nearly as dangerous as Laurel's.

"Mother it is high time that you learn not to anger every single person that you speak to. Suleykaar could have been a valuable associate for our family and you've absolutely ruined any possible relationship we might have been able to have with him. If you would control your tongue we might actually be able to have more business deals." Laurel turned on her mother, her eyes flashing the brilliant yellow of her leopard. Her mother started to turn on her but Laurel stood tall, her face steeled but blood oozed from her full bottom lip as her now massive canines pierced it.

"Laurel Wren Demirci don't you dare turn on me." Her mother hissed at her but Laurel was the one on a war path now. Her melanistic spots were already beginning to show on her skin but she was cooly in control of the shift. "I will only do what I have to to ensure the family remains viable. If you force my hand I am more than sure Father will have no problem with my actions." She was like the immovable Sphinx, her face was cold and vicious as she looked at her mother. It was only then that her brother Jasper stepped in, just not in the way one would expect.

Jasper was a warm breath of fresh air, like that first breath of salty air when you reach the sea. He headed after Suleykaar moving to walk along side him. "I know that you don't know any of us that well here but please do know that my sister is not our mother. Our mother is a Reincarnate of Sekhemt and she knows only war and bloodlust. It is her nature. My sister is actually her opposite equal. Her goddess is Bastet. Please do not allow my mother's behavior to color your views of our people or my sister. I hope that you take my words seriously. I shall leave you be." Jasper wasn't known for being very subtle but it was something their business associates often appreciated. There was little to not like about the young man. He was several years older than Laurel but he carried the same easy grace as his little sister.

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@FallenTrinity
Mine is up. I'm so pleased with myself over that picture I found for Nadia.

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Laurel

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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 mother 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. "Suleykaar, this is my mother Nadia. Mother, this is my acquaintance Suleykaar. He is friends with my roommate Kiara of the Unseelie Court." 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. "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?" 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, Jasper 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.

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

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@FallenTrinity
Just wait, I'm fixing to introduce Laurel's mother, Nadia, and her brother.

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@StoneWolf
Probably Joar lol but Lycans can lock their jaws. They have a special extra joint of sorts behind their normal pivot point that doesn't allow movement. You either have to wait for them to let go or kill them and then dissect their jaw muscles and pull the jaw forward to unlock it. Its a handy dandy prey catching mechanism.

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@FateWeaver@StoneWolf
Feel free to interact with any of us who are already at the ball. Niall my lycanthrope is there already, he doesn't bite very hard unless you make him, I promise.

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Laurel

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Laurel giggled a bit as she opened Kiara's closet door, "Just hold the front up and I'll lace it for you." After she finished opening the door she stood behind the Faerie and pulled the lace just snug enough so that the dress would stay in place but so as not to strangle Kiara. The Faerie was ethereal in the dress her mother had strung together with the help of her pixie fiends who sewed like no one's business. Her's mother's fashion skills were well known but she'd really outdone herself this time.

"Come on, we don't wanna be late for the ball. That would be entirely too cliché." Laurel ushered the other girl out the door as she herself gathered herself and composed her face so that if her mother's was there already, if she came at all. Laurel desperately hoped that her mother didn't come and neither did her brother. It would probably be a catastrophe if the both of them showed up at the ball.

As she made her way to the ballroom Laurel fiddled with her long straight hair, trying hard to compose herself for if her mother was waiting on the other side of the large set of wooden doors. Unfortunately for Laurel her mother's gifts weren't just limited to fashion, they also allowed her to find anything she set her mind to look for, including her children. Laurel paused before entered the ballroom which was decorated lavishly but with style and class. It was honestly quite spectacular.

Cryptid Academy Roleplay - College/University Age

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@Silent Observer
Nope classes have not started just yet. This will be the day before classes but the teachers would have interoduced themselves at the feast later on. Pardon my poor grammar and spelling I'm on the phone