[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.

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[dirtyredneck]

Daryl shook his head, keeping eye contact, "Nah. You own the building, you don't control the property. You don't protect nothin' around here. You don't help the people you're supposed to. We do that. This is Hillingdon territory."

He growled again, this time enunciating each word to be as clear as possible, "Richmond. Ain't. Yours."

[bellbound]

It's an interesting accusation. From where Mogget is perched, all he sees are a bunch of thugs. Why do these hunters care about what is happening here? He would have expected them to be more mercenary. Unless there's someone else behind this, someone with money and power, pulling Hillingdon's strings.

Hmm.

Before he can speculate any further, Samantha loses her temper completely. "Take him," she spits, and she steps back and makes a twisting motion with her fist as Mogget feels the raw power emanating from her. Her fury is strong. One by one the hunters standing behind Daryl cry out and clutch their heads, overwhelmed by the pain. The humans among them black out; others stagger or stumble back. That power is directed towards Daryl too, like a vice pressing over his skull, as the two werewolves move in front of Samantha to grab him.

[dirtyredneck]

Daryl feels the pressure and he snarls, hands coming up to his head to try and pry it off. Useless with it being magic. But it's instinctual.

The moment was enough time for the cats Daryl had called to react to the obvious threat and attack. Strays jumped up on anyone who hadn't been cleared by Daryl prior to the confrontation. Claws out, teeth out, scratching and biting and clinging to the backs of anyone they could get a hold on. The werewolfs had to stop in his advance to deal with them.

It might even be distracting enough to break Samantha's spell while she dealt with the sudden attack.

.....i'm going to have to warn for animal cruelty here.

[bellbound]

What should happen next is that the witches backing up Samantha throw their magic in to keep the stray cats at bay, allowing the werewolves to arrest Daryl without a hitch. Unfortunately, they're currently occupied by a couple of unreasonably angry wolves.

Mogget hisses and spits and yowls and generally does a great job of sounding like he's backing Samantha up while not actually moving an inch from his place on her shoulder, digging in with his claws. The werewolves suddenly find themselves beset by angry felines, yelling and kicking the animals away. The German shepherd does the most damage: he's ferocious in his defending of Samantha, biting and snapping and crushing any of the cats that get too close, his body soon becoming a mass of bloodied fur.

"What the fuck are they doing?" That's a gasp from Samantha, who turns around to see the chaos going on with the witches, and then a cat scratches her leg and she cries out, sending the beast flying with a venomous spell that snaps its spine in half when it hits the pavement.

"They're not helping," Mogget hisses, having now identified the morons causing trouble with the witches. Party and Ghoul, of course. Who thought it was a good idea to bring them out here? "Back-up's out. Get out of here, before they trap us!"

He's relieved when Samantha does actually heed his words – perhaps the sting of the cat scratch lends speed to her feet. And oh, how satisfying it is that those are feline claws that have drawn blood where he can't, even if the poor animal paid for that with its life.

"Get me out!" Samantha snarls, and she has to suffer the indignity of being picked up bodily by one of the werewolves as they flee back across the street. The last thing Daryl will see before they disappear into a blacked-out car is a small cat head peeking up over Samantha's shoulder, staring at him with an expression that's perhaps more amused than it ought to be.