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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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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.

"I'll lend you my coat if you like," he offers gallantly. It might preserve a little of her modesty, at any rate.

He can tell Riley's not impressed with Raphael, not nearly as impressed as she ought to be. Maybe that's his fault. He's set a poor example, and he's not going to backpedal now, but they ought to talk about it. He looks to his older brother, recognizing the command and taking it for what it is. "Of course. I'll...see you later?"

A delicate verbal query. He suspects they'll have to talk about this, but he's not going to rush into that.

She'd accept it, but only for the comfort of those around her. Shapeshifters generally lacked the same sort of 'modesty' that humans did. If she were in a shifter clan or pack at the moment, she wouldn't have a problem strolling naked through it. It was the humans, and the hunter, that kept her from being overtly different.

Since they'd been dismissed and Brigid had taken off, Riley took that as their cue to leave, claws sheathed as she slipped her arm through his and tugged him off towards town, giving a flick of her tail in the direction of the grumpy angel who smelled a little too familiar in a way she couldn't place for her to be comfortable. "I can give it back to you once we get to the house."

And with that, the little altercation that was barely that was over.

Raphael doesn't much overly care what Riley thinks of him, at least not yet. He hasn't quite placed who she is, though he suspected, and he'd chat with Balthazar later.

"I'll be around." It's almost deceptively casual - he's irritated, though not with Balthazar.

Balthazar gives Raphael a slight nod, not quite attuned to his mood, but able to pick up enough to suggest this isn't a thing he'll forget about. In the meantime, though, he has a walk back to town with a friend to attend to. He pulls off his coat preemptively, and links arms with Riley as they walk away.

Poor Brigid. He'll have to keep an eye out for her, as well.

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