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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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[bostonhowler]

Her own temper, so short, sparks. She grinds her teeth together. "Fine." She growls out the word. "I was trying to help. If you could remove your head from your posterior for long enough to realize that, I'd count it a miracle."

Turning on her heel, she stomps off toward the woods before she does something... serious.

[burnburnburn]

It's only when she stomps out of sight that he lets his knees sag. He really needs to avoid these woods, what with her affinity with them.

He grabs the branch and his basket of twigs and starts limping out of there. There's no way he's spending more time there playing 'Guess the Tree'. He'll burn some grass instead and live with the results.