Greenwich Territory Claim (September 5th-6th)

[cabins]

Morning and afternoon of September 5th
The day before the full moon, and it's a purposeful day. By tomorrow night, Laura wants Greenwich to belong to the East End Pack. Those over the age of 18 with Daylight Jewelry go in first and begin to infiltrate. Vampire strongholds are sussed out, and wolves begin to set up camp around them, waiting for the inevitable moment when the vampires awoke.

Evening of September 5th
It's an ambush, for the most part. Smaller holdings are left untouched, but larger hotspots are hit hard by the army of wolves. Almost the full moon, they should be at the height of their power. Only those above the age of eighteen are allowed on the battlefield.

Morning of September 6th
When day breaks, it's clear who's won this time. Vampires without moonlight jewelry slink back into the shadows. Those who live are spared- but only until moonrise. Then Greenwich officially becomes the East End's.

Evening of September 6th
Rumors of a wolf-pack running through Greenwich Park begin to circulate as the moon rises. Those who are able are invited to celebrate in the park in wolf form. Those who are not are invited to celebrate at the den.

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5 September

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin is covered in blood. None of it is his.

He's counting on the blood to hide his smell. Given enough wolf gore, a vampire doesn't smell like a vampire except at very close range, and by then it's too late. He's done this before; it hasn't failed him yet in a few hundred years of trying.

He's never cared much about territory, really, but he doesn't like wolves and he enjoys killing enough that the current limits on slaughter are getting dreadfully dull and any excuse for a fight is welcome. As soon as he got word of the incursion in Greenwich he hopped in a taxi and put himself right in the thick of it, where the fighting was fiercest.

Not that his side ever stood a chance. It's embarrassing how quickly they were beaten back to the edges of the borough. Now the wolves just have to mop up the last of the resistance. It's about time for Joscelin to make his escape, back to his cozy flat and a nice, hot shower, but not until he's made this one last kill.

Whether or not the figure coming toward him is wolf or human is kind of beside the point. If it's a wolf he's doing a good deed by ridding the world of one more mangy dog, and if it's a human, well. In all this chaos, who can keep track? He can enjoy his meal and claim collateral damage if someone objects.

"P-please." He makes a very pathetic figure, crouched over like this. There's a lot to be said for the ability to cry on command. He's surprised more vampires don't try it. "Help me..."

[ghoulaid]

Ghoul isn't usually one for blind panic, but taking a sharp turn and unexpectedly finding a crying, bleeding kid on the ground sure does make something in his stomach drop. Despite the blood, it's easy to see how small he is- he can't be that much younger than Girl, even. It's hard not to see her in his place. He doesn't recognize him, though, so he's probably not one of their own... Most likely a human child who's accidentally stumbled over a shitshow, or one who's been intentionally flushed out in all the chaos and attacked, which is pretty fucked up to think about. Who goes after a fucking child?

If he weren't feeling overwhelmingly furious and protective all of a sudden, he might wonder why the kid smells like wolf blood.

But that doesn't even register in his mind. Ghoul swoops in, kneeling next to Joscelin and reaching out towards him. The sobbing-pitifully act is evidently very convincing. "Hey, c'mere, it's fine. We're gonna get outta here, okay? Can you get up?"

[dredefulchilde]

Oh, a wolf. How disappointing.

Joscelin had been hoping to get a free meal out of this, but alas. He'll just have to settle.

A small hand clings to Ghoul's arm as the child attempts to stand. "They were--the vampires, they--" He breaks into a new round of terrified sobs.

The hand on Ghoul's arm tightens. Too tight. Tight enough to bruise.

[ghoulaid]

Stupidly, Ghoul draws him in. "I know." He doesn't know, not really, but the poor little fucker sounds traumatized and there's no need for him to have a fit over trying to explain what happened. "Look, they're gone. We'll get you fixed- ow, you're gonna have to loosen up-" What a weirdly sturdy grip he has.

That's not right. Adult humans shouldn't be able to bruise him so easily, forget a pre-teen one. Maybe he's a meta... It's a fair possiblity, but the thought doesn't put Ghoul's mind at ease. Something is off. Joscelin smells strange. Maybe it's the stench of gore. But he also smells like wolf. And...

Oh, shit.

[dredefulchilde]

Joscelin smiles sweetly, showing off his fangs.

"The vampires gave up far too easily," he finishes. He has wolfsbane, and a switchblade knife.

[ghoulaid]

Well, this is upsetting. Ghoul bares his teeth right back, jumping back up to his feet. "Ugh! Get the fuck off me!" His free hand clamps down around Joscelin's tiny wrist, squeezing harshly as he wrenches at Joscelin's arm in an attempt to rip his grip away.

It would've been more effective to kick him right in his horrible baby face, probably, but the fact that he is wearing a small child's face is enough to make Ghoul hesitate on that one. And that's a mistake.