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.

Comments

[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.