Another dark court wraith had entered the room swiftly, asking if it was an open party, "
Aye, it is. This is my place. Pick and glass and a poison." He called to her bobbing his head in greeting but not losing eye contact with the faerie. He was not one to avert his eyes, as heir of his pack he could look anyone he wanted in the eye. That included his own father and Alpha. He was the only one allowed to do so aside from his mother, the Queen.
Niall was quite content to sit and watch the others and Laurel had slunk up beside him, silent and lethal. She could have had his throat but she wasn't interested in that kind of business like the bitches in his pack were. Bitches were always looking to dominate anything they could, especially the unmated ones. You always had to watch them, that was one of the reasons he liked being here at school is he could get away, even if it was every so briefly, from his own kind. These people came with their own drama certainly, their parents were all powerful people. His warm eyes settling on the newest intruder to his den, the dragon.
The same dragon who had inadvertently caused the disaster previously at the welcome ball. Arrogant as always and now infuriated that the faerie he had been scoping out was laid out in the arms of another. He knew little about the warlock and a lot more about the faerie just from the ball. He had recognized her father, his own parents had spoken with the faerie before. The dark court was nothing to be trifled with and their exacting of justice however they saw fit would be vicious and was unlikely to be any sort of swift. They would draw it out, feeding on the terror and consuming the hate and the pain until their victim was just an empty skeleton, a shade as they called their own dead. At least his own people simply broke necks and decapitated others. It was the only way to kill a Lycan for sure. Even damage to the heart wasn't always a sure bet. Nearly anything could be healed by the change.
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Aye, that wraith is of the dark court dragon. She is a creature of fleeting emotions, she won't ever be anyone's forever. Especially if she ascends the throne one day. Moriganne and her kin are not ones to be taken likely. Have a drink, she'll come round later." Niall shook his head, offering the dragon a tumbler without a stem. "
Pick whatever you like. Everything is behind the bar; wine, whiskey, moonshine, gin, rum, vodka, whatever." Niall left him be, heading into the small kitchenette they were all provided with and leaned against the counter next to Laurel who had moved away from the scene, packing Lyla with her.
Laurel appeared quite suddenly beside Lyla as she tumbled to the ground, cursing over not having gotten their quicker to save the girl a trip to the floor at the very least. "
Are you sure you're alright dear?" She questioned of the other girl as she reached for her hand. "
Let me help you up and we'll go in the kitchen and get you some water." Moving slightly Laurel's long hair cascaded around her and over her shoulders creating a curtain as another person arrived at the party. Laurel was fairly sure it was high time for her to be leaving anyhow. There was no one here she really cared for other than Niall and Kiki, the later of which was gazing lustfully into the eyes of the warlock she had danced with prior to the catastrophe.
Laurel pulled one of Niall's chairs out by his table and gathered went back to Lyla. "
I've got a chair for you, I'll get you some water once you're in a chair." She explained as she grasped the other girl's hand to help her rise so that she could make her way to the kitchen. She was just intoxicated and the water would help. She reached into the bread box where Niall kept his most recent loaf and she pulled out several slices before filling a glass of water for the other girl. "
Here is the water and some bread. That should water down and soak up the alcohol and get it out of your system with the least distress. Niall will take good care of you and make sure you get back to your room safely. He's a good man, just smells a bit like a dog sometimes." She gave Niall a sly grin as she leaned against the counter briefly. He was busy trying to get Suley to back off from Kiki who didn't seem to be aware of the murderous feelings she caused in the dragon.
Her brother would not be happy with her being here, especially after the events that had occurred earlier in the evening. Laurel, hands fisted in the skirt of her evening gown to allow for her full range of movement, darted across the room. She wove quickly and easily through the room of people, slipping behind Suley's back as she made her way to the door. "
Salut." She called over her shoulder as she disappeared out the door, inky black hair cast out behind her.