[May 20th-30th] Another Cause for Me to Fight (Richmond Territory Claim)

[dirtyredneck]

He'd been sucking it up for months. Holding back waiting to see if Daybreak would get off their ass and do something about the shit that had gone down in their territory since Raymond's rise (which ended promptly with his fall, a thing Daybreak had no hand in). But all they'd done in Richmond was decide to build that eye sore of an insult to all non-witches. 'Center for Magical Innovation'. Bullshit. Center for slavery of non-witches was more accurate. Starting with the fae.

When Faolan had spoken against it, Daryl had hopes that maybe what little loose leadership the clan had might be ready to get up off their ass and do something. But that didn't happen and a month passed while the Center sat there, getting used. It's visitors abusing folks in ways it was hard to get any proof of. Just rumor and small confessions of a few fae who'd been able to slip away. Some of the stray cats in the area talked about it, too. Didn't like how it 'felt'.

Another month had almost passed and Daryl was done with waiting. He'd set up small patrols with others he'd trusted among Hillingdon months ago. Stuff to help protect the residents in the ways that Daybreak had been neglecting to. It wouldn't take much to turn those patrols toward doing something more.

Richmond was basically his territory already. It was time to make it Hillingdon's too.

(Specific prompts in the comments)

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[threadspun]

Grateful that someone was defending her, and the attention was diverted slightly, she takes a step back to keep herself out of reach. Just in case because like hell she's ever setting foot in the center against her will ever again.

Keeping quiet, she also looks at Laura when the question is aimed at her. East End Pack...? She hadn't known that bit. Didn't they still have an alliance with Daybreak witches?

[cabins]

Yes, the wolves did. But Laura had differing opinions.

"Am I supposed to be impressed you can Google?" Laura asks the pale man, looking at him over the top of her glasses. Seriously, she's used to people knowing who she was.

"I'll leave the flowers, but sir, I'd appreciate it if you let my friend here leave, as well."

[bellbound]

"Your friend," Mogget repeats, raising an eyebrow. "Is she?"

If she is, then the extent of the East End Pack's betrayal is even worse than he thought.