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[bostonhowler]

Who: Brigid and... everyone.
Where: Everywhere
When: Day 82-84
What: The Full Moon is coming and Brigid is losing her grip. Going Omega is no fun.
Warnings: Possibly swearing, definite blood and attacks. Also, discussion of mental health.

OOC: This is a catch all log, since we had a lot of people who wanted to do things. I'm going to put up a few big headers, and then it'll be a free for all.

If you have any questions, please, feel free to ask.

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Day 82 - Riley

[bostonhowler]

She needs the woods. They offer a balm to the pacing wolf. She's never felt this angry before. She's never had this much trouble with control.

All she wants to do is fight. Instead of arguing with Charlie, though, she brought herself to the woods. Better here than anywhere else.

A scent teases her nostrils. She knows that scent. She knows it....

[undomesticated]

After checking in on Balthazar to make sure the angel was well on his way to healing, Riley decided it was time for a jog.

More because she'd hated the fact that she'd been run out of it and was a stubborn idiot sometimes than anything, she'd decided to run in the woods. She'd been learning of the boundaries of where things started to get dicey and skirted just along the line of it, pushing herself and any antagonists a little, just because she could.

She was on her way back into town when she picked up a scent. It was getting stronger in the direction she was going and it was familiar. The werewolf girl she'd met before. Brigid. The one that told her about the angels.

She hadn't talked to her in a while and was actually looking forward to seeing her, so she adjusted her course to take her towards the girl, smiling when she caught sight of her through the trees. "Hey, Brigid!"

[bostonhowler]

The wolf pulls under her skin. Her mental claws flex, ready to defend territory and drive out the shapeshifter that isn't supposed to be here. She doesn't like this shifter. There's something wrong, not right. It doesn't belong....

Brigid forces the wolf instincts back. She doesn't want to hurt anyone, and there isn't territory to defend. For a moment, she's frozen where she stands, caught between the human and the wolf, trusting neither set of instincts.

Taking a deep breath, she straightens and wants only to run off, but the human part of her, the part that is dominant, makes her stay, makes her observe niceties. She will not give into the wolf and its demands.

"Hello Riley." Her greeting is cool and distant, not the warm and welcoming one she'd used before. It's a compromise between two halves of the whole.

[undomesticated]

Her smile fades a little around the edges. She wasn't sure what she'd done to get that kind of reaction, but it wasn't one she'd expected. She came a little closer, walking instead of running now, head canted to the side in curiosity. "What's up? I haven't seen you for a while."

Her body was transmitting questions without words; why was she so tense, why did she seem so much more distant than before, what had Riley done? It was in the way her head stayed slightly to the side and in the hesitancy of her steps.

[bostonhowler]

Her scent changes again, and Brigid doesn't understand why. Why the distrust? Why the worry? She flexes her hands, resisting the urge to stalk around.

Brigid doesn't move from where she is. She doesn't want to get closer. She wants to rip the intruder to shreds. A couple days to the full moon. Once it rises, she'll be fine. It hasn't been this bad in a while, but that's all it is: anticipation.

"Just tracking game. I've been busy. You smell like St. Balthazar." The last is almost accusatory.

[undomesticated]

"You know Balthazar?" The name has her smile brightening up again. Beaming, actually. "He's great. Such a goofball. I probably smell like him because I just came from his place." With him mostly healed, she still gave him what comfort she could by cuddling up to him. He didn't seem to mind it and it comforted her as well. It was a win-win situation.

"Have you tried tracking closer to the water? The larger reptiles that aren't iguanas are usually around there. They taste great cooked up."

Day 84 - Charlie in the house

[bostonhowler]

Re: Day 84 - Charlie in the house

[charring]

So, the past few days have gotten progressively weirder. Nothing was going on in the town, no. But things at home had become...different. And Charlie wasn't entirely sure why.

Brigid had been techy, lately. Moody and Charlie found it worrying. She wasn't sure what was going on with her friend and was even less sure as to how to handle it so she took to just avoiding Brigid while she could. Which was probably not actually helping the situation at all.

It was somewhere around midnight when Charlie, again caught in the middle of some serious insomnia, decided she was going to make herself some plain ramen and see if a slightly full stomach helped.

She tried to be careful about it, noise kept to a minimum and all but Charlie had butterfingers tonight. The pot slipped out of her hand and crashed to the floor.

"Son of a..." She'll just be headed down the hall to get a towel to clean that water up.

[bostonhowler]

A growl echoes from the living room. Brigid hasn't been to bed yet. She can't sleep. The moon tugs at her, driving sharp hooks into the wolf under her skin and dragging it into the open.

In the darkness, her eyes flash blue, glowing in the shadows where she's stuffed herself. Slowly, she uncurls, her claws scratching the chair she'd been sitting in.

"Can't you be quiet?" She growls around elongated fangs. "Always so noisy." Charlie's heartbeat echoes in her ears and she wants it to stop.

[charring]

Charlie startles, not at all expecting Brigid to be awake. Holy Hell, girl. She should get you a bell or something. Actually, no. That'd be insulting and Brigid was her friend.

Most of the time.

At present, she was worrying Charlie just a bit.

"I dropped a pan. It's not like I set a cherry bomb or something off." Now is not the time to snark back, Charlie. She seems to realize this and calms herself with a sigh.

"Sorry."

[bostonhowler]

"Do you know it's still echoing? It hurts. You walk like you have lead feet. Everytime you move, or make a noise I can hear you." She growls, stepping forward.

She hates humans that don't understand the pack. Some can be excused for being ignorant but she'd told Charlie what it was like, explained while they'd both been something different. Surely she hadn't forgotten.

"It sounds like something nuclear went off next to my head."

[charring]

Charlie watches Brigid, now on alert. She steps back some, one hand going up in slight warning. Which is unwise, she's sure. But come on. What else is she supposed to do?

"And I am genuinely sorry for dropping the pan. I didn't do it intentionally and you know it." So back off, Brigid.

Day 84 - Woods

[bostonhowler]

[Stiles?]

Day 84 - The smackdown

[bostonhowler]

[Derek/Raphael?]

Raphael first then he'll go angelnap!

[servingmichael]

He kept an eye on what was his - which meant both Charlie and Brigid. He while he knew something was going on with Brigid, he wasn't sure what. So instead he purposefully puts himself in her way.

He doesn't think about it, though he should, but there's still the smells of his brothers and sisters - save the fully angelic Castiel - on him. Gabriel is the strongest, with Balthazar and Samandriel also stronger, and Anna and the other Castiel less so.

[bostonhowler]

The sudden smell of angels in front of her stops the running. Brigid drops into a defensive crouch and growls. Her claws are out, the shift is complete. She's sunken into the wolf, allowing the full moon to draw it out more fully than it has in years.

Without the steadying influence of an Alpha, the wolf reels at the smell of a stronger predator. There's no game to protect, no hunt to covet.

She roars, and then turns to run.

[servingmichael]

Raphael watches. He doesn't need to stop her, needs only that second of her pausing. He can't totally understand the problem - it's too foreign from his werewolves, his humans, what he knows. But he does understand her need of an alpha, and there is one here. He spreads his wings, flying.

And where ever Derek is, if there is anything electronic near-by, Raphael's appearance is heralded by static and a flickering lights, marked with the beating of wings - three pairs of massive, strong, invisible wings.

And a being that smells of ozone, lightning, sky, something old and incredibly powerful wrapped in the body of a human that is entirely too clean - no sweat, no skin or hair oils, nothing on his breath, nothing, not even soap on his skin or clothing, no food, drink, toothpaste on his breath.

[packpapa]

Derek is out sulking in the shadows around town when the lights casting his concealment begin to fade in and out, and if it weren't for the accompaniment of the beating wings and the overwhelming scent of nature in brief warning, the lack of a scent he's able to recognise is enough to catch his attention before the man appears out of no where.

He hazards a guess at angels, something he's been informed about, but that he's been reluctant to acknowledge until witnessing one for himself where he can use his abilities; he's starting to wonder, now, if he didn't bring this on by distrusting - it wouldn't be the first time.

It takes everything in him not to let go, to keep himself under control, because he can sense the power coming from him, and, here, alone, without what is admittedly a sorry excuse for a pack, he doesn't want to sign his death warrant so soon after arriving. He stands, stiff and still, ready for a fight if it comes, even though he knows he can't win, and his eyes flash red.

"What do you want?" he asks, blunt, to the point, because he's long past stopping for pleasantries, and for all that he tries to sound as if he can more than hold his own, it falls flat even to his own ears.

[servingmichael]

Raphael stands still, more still than a human would, barely reacting to Derek's posturing, though he does tick a brow very faintly. Nor is he likely to react violently.

"To borrow you for a few minutes." It's phrased as a request, but there's nothing about his tone or posture that suggests it is anything else than a slightly polite order. "Someone needs your attention."

Day 82 - in the woods

[burnburnburn]

Dilandau's just inside the edge of the woods, collecting twigs and branches. His intentions are perfectly innocent, as he only wants to make himself a fishing rod, but that work will involve starting a fire with his collection in order to dry his chosen pole.

Right now, his basket of firewood is by his foot as he slowly saws away at a young branch. He's keeping a wary ear out, but the effort he needs to do his work is proving far more distracting than he'd hoped. He stops for a moment to rest his forehead on the trunk of the tree and catch his breath.

[bostonhowler]

The game is still gone. There's a lack of food here that sets her on edge. Like most upper middle class children, she's never known the pierce of hunger. But it bothers the wolf and sets her nerves alight with a fire that Dilandau wouldn't appreciate.

She's been tracing the game trails when she catches his scent. Stepping lightly even on the crackling forest floor still not showing life after the fire, Brigid makes no noise. She wants to scare him, to show him that what he did was wrong....

But it isn't her place and as injured as he is, she should help him. She really should.

"Another fire?" She asks, dropping a few twigs into his basket. She reaches up to hold the branch and holds her hand out for the saw. Her strength will get through it much faster.

[burnburnburn]

He startles at her voice and rapidly backs up until he's got enough room to swing his saw. His response is quick and defensive.

"It's for fishing, not anything else."

He looks down at her extended hand and back up at her, clutching his saw tighter.

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to give you my only blade after what you did last time?"

[bostonhowler]

She isn't accusing him of anything. She'd just been asking. When he refuses to give her the saw so that she can finish his work for him - sparing him the pain - Brigid turns back to the branch.

Using two hands, she breaks it off the tree. Then she offers it to him, her head cocked to one side.

Her eyes aren't the deep brown they normally are. There's a lightening at the edges, but she's under control. For now anyway.

[burnburnburn]

He hesitates as he worries over whether to take the branch or to get out of reach of where she could strike him with it. It could be a trap.

But after a nearly a miet passes he steps in and takes the branch from her, saying nothing and keeping his eyes firmly locked on hers. It might be a trap, but he won't be able to avoid it no matter what he does. He already knows she's too strong.

[bostonhowler]

"So, why the fire?" She asks, once he takes the branch from her. He's got a right to be wary, even if it sets her nerves on edge.

Brigid tucks her hands into her pockets, refusing to let the wolf take control. She's human, not wolf. She'll handle it. It'd be easier if her Alpha was here, or if she could be around a solid pack.

She'll be okay. She doubts St. Raphael will let her hurt anyone too badly.