Xavier laid in the alley, his stomach growling as his ears twitched. He had only seen one person walk out, but he wasnâ€™t sure who it was, he hadnâ€™t been paying attention. With a groan he laid on his side and whimpered. GOD HE WAS STARVING! With a sigh he receded further into the alley to where no one would see his transformation. Someone might have seen the overly large, and weird marked wolf in the alley thinking it a large dog, but might have been surprised when they saw the 18 year old with his white-ish grey platinum hair, tousled. Stuffing his hands into his black jeans, his black jacket, and white undershirt that hung in a v-neck enough to where his black Celtic chest tattoo was barley visible. The tattoo of course was one among many as he walked to the line that stood outside of the Night Club. His ears had a slight point to them and were pierced on the cartilage once on his right ear with a single ear clamp. Patiently waiting in line Xavier waited in line to be let into the place. Rolling his bright blue eyes as he kept hearing about some dude who sang apparently named Mathiasâ€¦Mathias this, Mathias that, and cue girls swooning in three, two, oneâ€¦He hear the exasperated sighs as the Bouncer looked to him and lifted the rope. â€œGo in,â€ he heard the big guy say. Yeah, he always looked older, but it must have been the sharp toothed grin that he gave the big guy that said, donâ€™t fuck with me. Smirking he chuckled darkly as he walked into the place, the music was so loud to his sensitive hearing that he cringed. Hmmm, maybe while he was at it, heâ€™d look for that kid from schoolâ€¦.