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"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.

"I'm not entirely sure."

He understood Brigid was protective and respectful, and that she felt Riley was disrespectful. He understood Riley felt that Brigid was out of line. But why it had escalated into this, he didn't know. Nor was he placing why Riley seemed familiar.

"I'd ask if either of the young ladies present would like to explain but it seems the answer is 'no'." His tone is mildly scolding, and more than a little worn - like a sitter just entirely done with shenanigans.

Balthazar's fond of both ladies when it comes down to it, but he has a far closer rapport with Riley, so after looking from one to the other, it's her he moves toward. He looks much less exasperated than Raphael. More confused, in fact.

"Well...look, hurting one another is just going to end in a pain in the arse for the whole Cape. I call an official cease-fire, for starters. Is anyone actually hurt beyond bruised dignity?"

She watches as Balthazar comes over, tail slowing it's furious lashing to something more sedate, the tip doing most of the movement. "No." Which was true, for the most part. The bruise would fade. The claw marks and bite marks were already healing. She was more pissed that it had gone there so quickly than anything and maybe, just maybe, she took a little bit of pleasure in moving to rest her head on Balthazar's shoulder, even if she has to slouch a bit to do it.

"She's the one with her panties in a bunch." The words are rumbled but legible as she looks over at Brigid.

The growl purrs in her throat. A renewed possible threat if she doesn't back off. Brigid won't attack with the angel right there, because she will not harm one of the Host, but the taunting is something she will remember from this little meeting.

Her claws flex, but she still says nothing. Her few scrapes and bruises will be gone in a couple hours. She isn't worried about it.

Her eyes flick to Raphael, but she still watches the feline bitch touching the angel. St. Raphael's scolding brings a flicker of unease to her stance. He's an archangel and there is something to be feared there. She knows that.

"Brigid." It's a demand for an answer, though level and even. He dips his chin enough to make eye contact with her, though his posture keeps his brother and Riley in his peripheral vision. Mostly because quite protective over his siblings and Balthazar was recently injured.

He clearly has no objection to the touch, and even pats Riley's back gently, as if to soothe her further. Still, the two combatants have hardly settled and made up, so he coughs politely and says, "That's as may be, but there's no need to antagonize her, all right? Let's all speak plain and be civil."

He glances at Raphael, as if checking whether he has any insight into this little spat.

She pulls back and looks at Balthazar, hands on her hips in a display of feminine annoyance. "I was being civil. She's the one who attacked me for no damn good reason. What do you expect me to do, roll over and bare my throat?"

Brigid ducks her head. If she had a tail, it would be between her legs. She crouches low to the forest floor, a purely wolf instinct in light of an alpha's annoyance. Her fangs recede, but her claws remain, dug into the soft loam of the earth.

"Her disrespect is... grating." Not a lie. Not the whole truth, but not a lie. She doesn't know what the whole truth is right now. "And the full moon is near." Another piece to the puzzle that she hasn't put together yet. She's worried about the full moon with an Alpha around. She wants one, but at the same time... he isn't hers.

It's all she has, though, all she can say, right now.

Raphael doesn't comment but makes plans to question Balthazar later about his relationship with the girl, for now, he just keeps an ear towards them. "I expect you to not irritate an already agitated person. If you interpret that to mean 'bare you throat' so be it." It's sharp - rarely does he actually care if the humans or others are respectful. It's nice, but they aren't pagans - his power isn't based on worship or admiration and he doesn't need it. Right now, however, he's not in the mood to tolerate backsass.

"And your respect is endearing, but you needn't fight our battles for us. Calm down." To Brigid, he's calmer, steady. Unyielding but not angry.