[h3][center][color=lightsteelblue]Niall[/color][/center][/h3]
Niall simply shook his head at all the commotion. This had to be the worst drama he'd seen since Laurel had nearly killed several students. This dragon was nothing but trouble, absolutely nothing but it. That was when Niall heard the wild howls, the noise would be easily recognized. They'd missed the ball but by the moon's sake they were here now. He could hear their heavy paw steps and their snarls and yips as they bumped into one another as they came down the hall. How they came up the elevator was a mystery, in the front he could hear the heavier steps of his brothers and towards the backs the lighter ones of some of the younger males. 

Unlucky for him Laurel had not latched his door and he watched carefully as a snout flung the door open. He counted them and recognized their faces and scents. This was the only place they dared bust into his place but the door had been open. Here he was Niall, at home he was the Heir but they still owed him a fair amount of respect. Their ears were back and down and they didn't look him directly in the eye but they bustled through the door, bumping into one another and changing forms as they did so. They were as wild as the form they'd been in before, eyes alight with mischief and laughter as they slunk through his room. He nodded to each of them in turn as they headed directly for the bar, oblivious to the tension in the room. 

Like most Lycans they were unconcerned with the problems of others, most issues occurred within the pack itself instead of with other groups. It was mostly interspecies aggression that was spoken of when discussing Lycans but even then they seldom killed one another though it did happen. His own mother had killed numerous bitches in the fight to win the right to be Queen. Ordeals were a time of horrific violence but they were rare now. His pack mates were unconcerned with the drama in progress in his room and it was nice to be reminded of the freedom he generally enjoyed, there were pros and cons to being everywhere. Now filling the small apartment like dorm room he recognized each of them easily, his brothers André and Bjørn along with his pack mates Xavier, Dirk, and the twins Damien and Daniel. 

His younger brothers crowded him giving him a punch in the shoulder before focusing in on Lyla[@FateWeaver], the Splice. "[color=mediumslateblue]Your ears are so cool! Do you hear super good?[/color]" his youngest brother Bjørn questioned of her, his brilliant blue eyes belying his curiosity. Bjørn's voice was much like Niall's in that it was warm and husky with notes of darkness despite his fair colored looks. That was one thing Lycan's weren't known for, being shy. "[color=lightsteelblue]Bjørn, please. The lady is not feeling well. Lyla, this is my youngest brother.[/color]" The young male sighed a bit, "[color=mediumslateblue]Shit, I'm sorry. Do you need anything?[/color]" Bjørn questioned of her, feeling bad for assaulting her with questions so loudly. 

André however was focused on someone else entirely, the other beautiful dark court faerie. Her name was Claire from what Niall knew and his brother had slid up next to her at the bar, "[color=mediumspringgreen]You've made a fine choice of beverage m'lady.[/color]" This was Niall's darker brother, his complexion was much darker than Niall's and his hair was black as night like Niall's coat in his lupine form. His eyes, however, were a brilliant green.