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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.

Balthazar looks from one girl to the other, but it's Raphael that commands the majority of his attention. Suddenly, this feels like a more delicate situation than it did a moment ago. To be fair, the archangel's point is the same as the one he was trying to make, but possibly less diplomatic.

He licks his lips and says slowly, "I wouldn't think baring your throat would be necessary, but surely there's something in between the two extremes?"

Looking down at Riley, he gives her a weak smile. "It doesn't matter who was in the right or wrong. The important thing is that no one's been damaged, and we want to keep it that way. Can the two of you let this quarrel go?"

Her tail lashed again, anger building up much easier when she was like this. Her ire was up and she'd been primed for a fight, one she hadn't started. It wasn't until it touched Balthazar's leg that she let her attention be drawn away from Brigid, who didn't look in the slightest bit sorry to have started this all.

"You tell me. One minute we were talking and the next she went all feral. Not like I could have turned and left. So, if she wanted a fight, I was going to give her one. Better me than someone who might not heal from it."

The growl is out before Brigid even realizes she's thinking about it. Her claws dig deep into the ground, holding her in place. She will not challenge St. Raphael.

Riley is hitting everything where it agitates. It's like porcupine quills under the skin- not an experience she likes to remember.

She ducks her head, knowing that something isn't right, that something is wrong and that she shouldn't be around humans until she figures it out.

"May I go, St. Raphael?" He's the biggest dog here, the one who can tell her what to do. But, she won't go without permission. Her control right now is tenuous, wrapped in hard-won rigidity that she learned at a much younger age.

It probably is more delicate, but Raphael isn't going to be smiting anyone soon. He's just irritated and doing what he normally does - stepping down hard to keep control.

"Being as the fight is over now, there's no reason to continue it."

He raised a brow slightly towards Brigid. "You may go - but if you can't hold your temper, give the humans here a wide berth."

"I think you'd both better give each other a wide berth for a bit, too," Balthazar adds, although judging from Riley's behavior, he suspects she'll be all too happy to give Brigid her space. "You can kiss and make up later."

Figuratively, he means.

Looking at Riley, he adds, "Were you hunting or just walking? I'll come with, if you'd like the company." Assuming Raphael lets him slink away from this. He's got his wings crossed.

Her tail flicked against him once for that, trying not to be amused at his choice of words. Bratty angel.

"I was coming back from a run, but I wouldn't mind the company if you don't mind a furry walking companion who'll have to be a naked one when we get closer to town." She has no fear of repercussions in terms of Raphael, not having grown up religious. To her, he's just a guy giving her an evil look who Brigid happens to be a little afraid of. She mentally sticks her tongue out at him, just because.

The growl curls her lip again. Without saying anything, Brigid disappears into the woods. She wants to get away from Riley and her disrespect.

She wonders what is wrong, but that's a worry for another time.

Raphael was very tempted to simply knock them both out. Or douse them with icy water. Right - this was why he stopped interacting with people as much. They had a way of getting on his nerves.

"I'll keep an eye on her for a bit. If you run into each other on your way back in, Balthazar, I trust you to keep them separated." A politely phrased order.