- Laurel -
Laurel chuckled slightly at Asmund's comment about going riding, she kept a personal horse there. A fiery palomino mare with two opposing white socks and an impossibly long mane and tail that was bred from the finest war stock still available. The barn manager would likely find a rather large docile draft horse for the exceptionally large man to ride. She didn't reply though as she turned quickly on her heel, thankful for her unnatural speed even in human form. She was a good bit faster than most gifteds who were already faster than humans. There were numerous things that she couldn't out run though, like Vampires and Werewolves, she was also fairly certain that she couldn't out run her Faerie roommate Kiara.
It wasn't but a few minutes that she arrived at the dorm, looking quite odd she was sure carrying a man that was at least a head and shoulders taller than she was. Her delicate frame showed nothing of her athletic nature or her strength. Students gaped at her but the simply act of drawing the leopard closer to the surface sent them away. If they were concerned for the witch's life they were more concerned for their own. Laurel's reputation tended to proceed her, people stayed well away from the Egyptian Gifted with her ruby colored lips and inky black hair. She hoped Kiara wouldn't arrive home anytime soon to find the same witch who had upset her before in their apartment. Laurel couldn't imagine that going particularly well.
Their apartment was posh, filled with dark but sensual colors and textures while still remaining modern and sophisticated. Her own room was no exception, the walls had been painted a smoldering dark red like darkened blood with inky black wood floors that shone from the gloss. Her bed was a magnificent California king four poster with sheer black curtains draped around it that seemed to be laced with gold, shimmering at every slight movement of the fabric. The sheets on her bed were the same dark ruby as the walls but they too shimmered as if laced with gold, cool to the touch. Laurel brushed the curtains out of the way as she laid Vlad on the massive bed.
Once she had deposited the witch in the cool darkness of her room she headed for the bathroom to get a cool damp rag, returning a moment later to place it on his forehead before taking a seat in an all encompassing leather chair, black of course with plush ruby seat cushions. She folded herself elegantly in the chair before picking up a book from the bedside table to wait for the witch to wake up.