North

Within the Northern vicinity of the city, the wealthy gather behind meticulously trimmed hedges and high-class architecture. The pristine streets are paved with stone and the storefronts are brightly lit and inviting - for the right clientele. In the North, every establishment is eager to cater to the rich and the wealthy. Many such places are used to the sometimes peculiar requests of the otherworldly but here there is little that money cannot buy - whether it happens to be illegal or merely involves looking the other way. Vampires and Dark Hunters are often found upon these Northern streets, their long lives often contributing to their sizable wealth which allows them the luxuries that the North provides.

What You'll Find Here

Eternity
The VooDoo Room
The Witchery

Feral by Nature


Posted on August 07, 2016 by Malia Tate
North


Though my kind usually is the type to run first and ask questions later, I have never been the definition of my kind. Maybe that's why my pack has thrived and prospered the way it has. Because instead of being scavenging creatures that rely on what others kill for their own survival, I decided to take fate into my own paws and taught my pack how to hunt like our much larger cousins, the wolves. Our pack may be made up of smaller creatures but even rats can kill a bear if they swarm and put enough thought into where their tiny teeth land. I have learned through experience where to force my own attacks and I usually send the killing blow to our victims because my bite does more than the average coyote.

I don't hesitate to use that same mindset to go toward the human when he's distracted instead of taking the chance to run. When he swings his gun toward the panther, I move in and snap his leg, flinching at the sound of the gun going off in the air as I take off past the panther. Still unsure of my surroundings when houses and humans are near, I race into the street instead of keeping to the side. All I can think of in this moment is escape and anything will do as a path. Cars veer around me and I don't think to look back. I can both hear and smell the panther behind me to know that he's following. I'm sure this must be a little frustrating for him when he could probably easily go around me and leave me in his wake. While just as powerful as every part of me, my legs make me faster than the average coyote but length of leg still has a lot to do with speed and the panther is easily longer in legs than I am.

Still he must be indulging me by following instead and I hear the audible sound of a car hood being smashed in as something large lands on it. My lips tug into a small smirk, wondering if the big cat is the cause but I see woods ahead and I'm not about to pause to look back now. Once the treeline is past though, I slow down and finally stop, turning on the panther now who stops to clean himself? Who the heck cares what he looks like? I tilt my head in confusion, my lip twitching in distaste as I watch him groom himself. When he finally looks at me, he remains calm as he did before. I shfit my weight impatiently. I've never been one for calm conversation when adrenaline is racing through my veins.

My eyes narrow at his reply. "A painting? What is a painting to you? A human's useless decoration...why do you need it?" Curiosity has always been a weakness of mine, as well as not being able to keep my thoughts to myself. I just don't see what a panther wants with a painting. His question makes my hackles go up again, ears flicking back in discomfort. I've always hated it when Ceasar asks what I'm doing, none the less when a panther I still consider a stranger does. "I was...well, I was looking for you." I try to throw more conviction into there than embarrassment cause I'm feeling a little of both.



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