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"I met him at the meeting." She grinds her teeth rather than growling out that he deserves more respect than to just be called by his name. It's impolite and smiting should happen to those that dare such familiarity.

Instead, she shakes her head, red hair bouncing around her shoulders. "We're tired of fish. I was hoping for something a bit more robust." She'd, literally, kill for a steak right now. A big one.

"Isn't he great? He's got the worst sense of humor." Like mooning the cameras. Way to go, Snowball.

"Reptiles taste more like chicken, but you could try to find one of the deer around. Or maybe get enough rabbits or small game to make up enough red meat?" Brigid seems way more on edge than usual and Riley's not used to this sort of attitude from a werewolf when it's not the full moon.

"I... don't joke with Angels. It's crass." Unless they start the joke.

She really is Raphael's in all senses of the word.

"That's what I was looking for." She almost growls. "Dilandau's fire drove them away." There's a few closer to the barrier, but when she gets close to there, she has to worry about cats, bears, and defenses even though all she's doing is hunting game.

She's hoping they come back soon, but doesn't have any idea how long it will take after that big of a fire and fight before they do. And it isn't something she's going to go whining to the Angels about.

If Riley had to choose one to belong to, it would be Balthazar, but she wouldn't tell him that. He'd gloat too much. "Balthy pretty much starts it all on his own. I just try to keep up." Or tickle him. Or push him off a bench. Either worked for her.

"Like I said, try closer to the water. The animals would have run that way out of instinct, so I'm guessing you'll find more of them scattered around the shore line than usual." She was trying to help, Brigid. Don't growl. It was rude.

"Balthy?" The name is ripped from her. It sets the hackles on the back of her neck on end. It's wrong. So wrong. It needs to be right, something better. "You will get smited, such familiarity is disrespectful."

If she had a firmer grip, she would realize how horrible she sounded. She likes Riley... sort of.

"I went to the water." Brigid growls out. "There's also more bears, more tigers, and the weapon defenses aren't far. It's not worth the risk." She snaps. Brigid doesn't think Riley is stupid, but she's certainly acting it today.

She gave Brigid a sideways look, nose scrunching up at the venom in her voice. "It's not like he's not okay with it. Balthazar, Balthy, Snowball. He's pretty cool with anything but Bal-bal." It wasn't said with any kind of disrespect, but more familiarity and affection. She genuinely liked Balthazar and enjoyed being around him.

Brigid was sounding way more on edge than she was used to, so she'd try to be sensitive about it. For now. "Try herding them using that, then. Get some rustlers and yourself to drive them towards the other predators. They might think of you as the lesser evil to what's guarding us."

"You show a great familiarity for the Angels. That will bite you eventually." She knows that. It's been proven over and over again in the Bible.

She begins to pace. Her eyes snap to Riley. She places her feet carefully, pacing and making no noise. There a low growl in the back of her throat that she's trying not to let loose. "Do not tell me how to hunt. I'm not an idiot."

She snaps the words out at the other shifter, her claws growing from her hands. Her eyes flash briefly before fading back to brown.

"Do I? Not for all of them. I only know Balthy. And he's... well, he's Balthazar." She shrugged, uncertain about any biblical rages since she'd never read it.

Riley might have been able to look past the snappish tone, but as soon as she saw the claws come out, she focused her gaze on the other shifter. Her eyes narrowed and she stilled. If she was in her feline form, the only thing on her that would have been moving would have been the very tip of her tail. "I never said you were, Brigid. You're making a complaint and I'm trying to help you. That's all."

Backing down or showing any form of submission would be a very bad thing to do right now, so Riley prepared to be more aggressive than she might want to be. She didn't know what was twisting Brigid's fur, but she wasn't going to let herself be a casualty of it.

"And deserves respect. One of the wise men that greeted Christ was named Balthazar. No reason to assume it's not the same person." The words are growled. Brigid hates that it feels like many people don't respect her choice of faith. She knows that sounds odd, but even amongst the pack, there are those that side-eye her for choosing to attend mass.

Her hands flex, the claws steady on her fingers. It feels good to have them out, natural. Her eyes flash blue, daring the other shifter to do something.

"By making completely obvious suggestions. Anyone with a brain knows to go near water after a fire." This time the growl fully escapes, deep throated and angry. "Respectful doesn't mean idiot."

"That may all be true wherever he's from, but I can tell you for a fact I've never seen any angels in my world. Whether he was there or not, that doesn't mean that I can't be friends with him. He's a grown angel, Brigid, and if he had a problem with me hanging around him or curling up with him or calling him Balthy, I think he's perfectly capable of telling me himself."

Now she was just getting annoyed. She hadn't been picking on Brigid or being rude in terms of her religion, but the girl seemed keen on starting a fight. Riley wasn't going to let her and her beliefs stand in the way of a perfectly awesome friendship with one of the few people in this trapped hole that she liked and felt comfortable with.

Then she just had to step over the line, because really, Brigid asked for it. "Maybe some people don't seem like they currently have use of their brains, so things have to be pointed out for them."

Yes, yes she just went there, Brigid.

"Just because you haven't seen them doesn't mean they aren't there." Brigid points out the fallacy in Riley's own logic. The wolf writhes, wanting to fight, wanting something to do rather than remain on a leash. She tries to hold it back, but knows she's failing.

When Riley makes the comment, the leash snaps. Brigid growls and her eyes turn blue. She's not even trying to hold back the wolf any more.

Her feet dig into the soft ground beneath her. She regrets wearing shoes now. Her fist lashes out, an aimed punch at Riley.

She'd known that comment would get a reaction and it had her moving back, avoiding the swing at her face. "Really? You in a mood to blow off a little steam there, Brigid?"

Riley wasn't sure what had gotten up Brigid's butt, but she wasn't going to just walk away now. She couldn't. Brigid was in too aggressive a mood and walking away would just get her chased. So she'd meet her head on. Curved claws slipped free of their sheaths, her eyes flaring green as she looked at Brigid, canines elongating as she hissed.

Then she pounced.

She just growls, crouching. Brigid is prepared for just about anything thrown at her. The wolf is free and ready to destroy just about anything that gets in her way.

Brigid grins around her fangs, ready for the fight. Her training still comes in handy. She rolls with the pounce and tries to pin Riley to the ground.

"Not a nice kitty." She growls as the hair appears on her face and arms.

Riley's training had been fighting with her brothers for as long as she could remember. Yes, it was play fighting for the most part, but as with any predator that tussled when they were young, there was that element of learning there. Her brothers didn't want her to be unprepared if she needed to fight and fighting her helped them be able to fight against girls if they needed to. It was a mutually beneficial situation for them.

So as Brigid tried to pin her, she rolled against one arm and managed to slip away under it, coming up on all fours, weight rested on the balls of her feet and her finger tips. She didn't shift any further, not wanting to actually hurt Brigid more than a few scratches or bites that she knew she could heal from, but she had a feeling she might have to resort to it if the look in Brigid's eye was anything to go by.

"Do I need to make the obligatory muzzle reference?"

Brigid growls again. She doesn't like other shifters. There are legends that they are always under the control of others. The kanima is just one instance. There's probably others.

Her eyes are blue now, and she's not trying to hide her. Her self-defense training was far more formal, but she'd wrestled with the pack.

Her leg swings out, aiming for Riley's head.

Riley gets an arm up to block the hit, feeling the sting of contact and the way it reverberates up to her shoulder. In the same motion she blocks the hit, she twists her wrist to lash out with claws, a rumbled growl leaving her as she does.

Whatever's wrong with Brigid, all she can do is hope the girl comes to her senses after the full moon.

Brigid's jeans are slashed and dripping marks appear and disappear on her leg, leaving behind only the red blood quickly drying in the arid weather. Another growl escapes her and she can feel the hair growing. She hasn't fully wolfed since the last full moon, but this feels good.

Snarling, she lunges for Riley's throat, twisting to bite Riley's arm. She doesn't want to kill her. She just wants the fluffball to go away.

She hisses as teeth scrape her arm, her body twisting her throat out of harm's way. Like a cat, her feet come up to kick and for a moment she regrets that she doesn't have claws unsheathed on them. But her rational mind reminds her that she doesn't want to disembowel Brigid, no matter how freaked out she's acting.

Riley's on the cusp of turning fully herself, though which form is up for grabs. She's trying to keep herself from doing it, not wanting to give the audience they have more of a show than they're already getting, but the pain from the bite is putting her in a defensive state of mind, which is quickly changing to aggressive.

The human struggles against the wolf. The wolf fights the cat. It's a three-way fight, even if there are only two physical opponents.

Brigid's tussling with the wolves, and learning Krav Maga has gone out the window. She just wants to hurt now. Her claws catch in Riley's shirt, using it to drag her closer and try to punch her again.

Brigid's goal seems to be actual pain and injury, so Riley's response is to let out a full throated feline roar before the sound of ripping fabric can be heard.

Fur will be a better barrier against claws and fangs than thin fabric and maybe, just maybe, the sight of a hybrid feline/human will snap her out of whatever rage she's fallen into.

So within a handful of moments, Brigid is no longer fighting an eighteen year old girl. She's now up close and personal with a much larger and fiercer looking monstrosity that lets out another roar, teeth bared as she pushes Brigied away and moves to brace herself on all fours, tail lashing behind her. She's chosen the hybrid form so that she can talk if she needs to. She's not sure that will be an option here.

Brigid's mouth pulls back into a smile, revealing the blood on her fangs. She crouches, going to all fours. The transformation isn't quite complete, because she's still struggling against it, not wanting to hurt anyone.

The roar gets one echoed back at her. Brigid isn't the shy, retiring, sweet girl that everyone has come to know. Now, she's a werewolf defending territory.

Her claws dig into the soft ground under her. She almost lunges forward, but just circles, going for that tail.

Raphael is doing his bed not to sleep - which means he's also checking on others he's been keeping an eye on. He's always got an ear open for his, or his siblings' names, and hearing the earlier argument, he'd been watching. As soon as he realized the fight was actually serious, not just blowing off steam, he called out to Balthazar curtly, then used a (mostly gentle) wave of telekinesis to push them apart before flying in.

Balthazar isn't quite as attuned as Raphael, and the strange dreamscapes and forced sleep have left him a bit scrambled. Still, he's vaguely aware there was a conversation that mentioned him. He just wouldn't have expected it to become so heated.

Later on, he'll be tempted to make 'catfight' jokes, but when he hears Raphael call, he's all concern. He touches down in the woods a second or two after the archangel. "What's going on?"

Riley's only half aware of the conversation between siblings, currently too freaked out by suddenly being sent flying through the air and into a tree. Ow.

When she shakes her head to clear it and pushes up to her feet, she's greeted by a familiar face and a not so familiar face. She gives a huffed growl, mostly for show, but her tail is still lashing angrily behind her.

"Ask her," she snarls, pointing with a clawed finger in the direction she'd seen the head of red hair fly.

Edited (missed a word, sorry.) 2013-07-02 00:51 (UTC)

Brigid growls, picking herself up. She rolls her her shoulders, feeling the bruises fade away. There are angels here and she isn't so gone into the wolf that she thinks she can take on an angel most especially not an archangel.

Her fangs don't disappear, but she pulls some of her claws back in. Her eyes fade into blue at the edges, the brown shining through.

Brigid pushes herself to her feet, and says nothing, just standing there. Her head cocks to the side, hearing the angels speaking. They haven't said anything to her, directly.

She might need to meditate a bit more than she has been.