Laviniah's Clan

A great, black clad Guardian tailored with only the finest of coloured armor suddenly hovered a shadow behind you, the soft hum of electricity revving in the confines of her throat and causing you to turn around nervously to greet bright, neon blue eyes.
Beside her would two imperials come forth to make you feel even smaller, pairs of emeralds and topaz also now concentrated on you with the gentle fluidity of their whiskers giving way to sharp incisors.

Back to the guardian who was practically about to spit a lightning bolt to your bum, she seemed unshakable and agitated about you so unknowingly trespassing upon her domain, and spoke in a deep rumbling tone that would scare the pants off of anyone.

"What's going to be YOUR excuse? Cacti collecting?"