[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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[redshoerevenge]

"I am," she said just as softly, thinking it over, "good and glad I came to back you up. It feels like the right choice." Mako did feel right about being extra protection like it was good, natural, even. Making sure they all made it through the effort, it was the kind of thing she'd been trained for in the military academy if you got right past the Engineering part of her life.

She was good in a fight, good for intimidation, too, when it was needed.

"Are you alright?"

[dirtyredneck]

"Little sore, but no worse for wear," he offered, downplaying how beat up he actually felt. The magic slung around had been hard to deal with. And 'lucky' seemed an understatement when thinking on the specifics of it all.

"We won, though."

It came out more of a sigh than a proud declaration of victory. He couldn't help it. He was exhausted. After a second, he made a soft purring sound that the cats around them reacted to. Parting for him to take a seat and lean back against the nearby wall. They then closed back in, many of them snuggling up against him and purring right back.

He'd made more than a few friends over the last few years. Most of them stray cats.