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 14, 2016 by Malia Tate
North


I don't understand him at all. Why is he chewing on his own nails and grooming his coat like an average house cat when we just got done running from a guy with a gun? I have never cared if my coat is ruffled and matted. What does it matter as long as I can fight and run? If anything, the more dirt in it, the better my scent is camouflaged. I know he must be able to feel my stare and yet he acts like it makes no difference, paying more attention to his own paws instead. I huff despite myself, wanting to stomp my paws and throw a tantrum but I don't even know why I'd have these sorts of urges. It's part of the confusing makeup of me that I don't understand and that makes me run around looking for all these creatures that can somehow talk to me and tell me crazy things. Maybe I'm just losing my mind and trying to justify it by making all this up. Who knows?

At his mention of a painting, I get more confused and my head tilts when he nods in acknowledge that yes, it is a useless decoration. His answer makes my nose wrinkle in puzzlement. Hang on his walls? "Do you not have a den then? How do you hang a painting in a den? Or would you put it on a random tree?" I'm almost sarcastic by this point. What is he talking about? What kind of panther spends time stealing paintings because he wants them and hanging them on a wall? Isn't that what humans do?

When he speaks of beautiful things, I have to look away because in this, he is speaking a language I can understand. I can picture each of those things exactly as the last time I saw it with every syllable he speaks. I snort as he ties it back to the painting though and scowl. "Why would you need a useless painting to preserve it when you can see it again at the next rotation of the sun? Are you dying or something?"

I don't like speaking of such foreign things such as human trinkets and I certainly don't like my own motivations being questioned or demanded. I grow uncomfortable at his piercing gaze but I decide to straighten up and answer anyway. He seems puzzled now, his question obvious and this is harder to answer but I take a deep breath and begin. "Because you are one of the few who try to make me understand things I usually run from. I don't like things I don't understand and this whole talking to other animals in my head thing is totally out of my league. Not to mention I watched a wolf turn into a human not too long ago. I'm confused and lost and fine, scared. I want answers and you seem to have some." I scowl again. I've never liked admitting such things. I do have pride, you know.



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