[h3][color=plum]Laurel[/color][/h3]
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Laurel nodded at the girl briefly, "[color=plum]I understand, my family has several nocturnal clients. It must be tough,[/color]" She commented as she looked at the others around her. It didn't take a genius to feel the tension building in the room but her felines senses made it all the more palpable. "[color=plum]There is something about to throw you off balance probably. It isn't anything to worry about.[/color]" She notified the other girl just before the ground quaked beneath their feet. She could feel the vibrations in her feet even before the full quake reached them. It was a benefit of having ultra sensitive everything. 

She looked about quickly and found that Suley was at the root of all of this commotion. A large figure had just entered the room and confronted the other dragon. This seemed like it was going to be interesting to say the very least. Laurel moved easily as she stood before the girl, Lyla. "[color=plum]My name is Laurel, it's lovely to meet you Lyla. We are a bit close to the action currently so it would probably be a good idea for us to move a bit away. If you want you can follow me to a table and we can sit down for a bit till things settle down.[/color]" Laurel glanced behind her at the dragons having a bit of a chat.

There was one flaw in that statement, Laurel knew from experience that dragons did not simply have a chat. They argued and threatened and various other aggressive types of conversing but they absolutely never simply chatted. Even when the beasts were perfectly placid they were always up to something and had an agenda. Her father had taught her that at a young age. Her father made sure that she knew that you should never owe anyone anything. That always landing you in trouble and in debt.

She moved easily, as silently as she always did as she moved several feet towards a table that was currently empty. Many people had bailed from the ballroom at the appearance of this new figure. She heard a name from across the room, Zhar'Ryk. Apparently he was Suley's older brother. Dragon siblings never seemed to get along. It was probably why they could never rule the world because they had the curse of greed, the same curse that plagued mankind. 

"[color=plum]Would you like anything to drink Lyla?[/color]" Laurel questioned as she looked at the other girl. 

[color=lightsteelblue][h3]Niall[/h3][/color]
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Looking around at the situation Niall nodded at Shukura. He chuckled a bit a Joar shifting, "[color=lightsteelblue]Got a smaller form?[/color]" He didn't know if the bear would fit through the escape hatch. His father had taught him long ago to control his shift, it was his duty as heir to be in control at all times. There was no excuse for anything but full control of himself and his wolf. Even dragons were not a viable excuse. 

Niall's wolf was aware and awake as always but he was as close to the surface as it could be without exposing itself. He looked carefully at the human, Felix Anders, as he stood. "[color=lightsteelblue]I am Niall Collins, son of Vincent and Emelia Collins, Alpha Pair to the North American Pack. Sorry to leave so soon but we are going to start our own party. We can go up to my room.[/color]" He didn't shake the man's hand as it wasn't common practice in Lycan culture to shake hands. It could easily turn into a fight between adult males if one shook too hard or too aggressively. Fights were frequent among his people but it was socially acceptable and rarely caused more than minor injuries unless it was a direct challenge of authority or rank. The speed of their healing made for light work of anything short of major organ damage or death. 

Moving easily he selected his path carefully. He wove between tables, sliding his large hands along the edge as he moved. His broad shoulders and muscles rippled and rolled beneath his tanned skin. He'd taken his jacket off and even the white dress shirt that was long sleeved failed to hide the massive bands of muscles that covered his tall frame. "[color=lightsteelblue]It's just over here,[/color]" He gestured to the floor just ahead of them by the stage. He touched the flooring briefly as he squatted down, crouching as he waited. Niall was just as patient as always and after several seemingly long moments he pulled his hand away and whispered several words in tongues and a handle appeared on the floor where his hand had just been. He pulled the hatch up and he looked back, making sure they were hidden by the curtain. 

"[color=lightsteelblue]All in, take the first left and it will take you back to the male dorm.[/color]