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 October 30, 2016 by Malia Tate
North


He acts seemingly uninterested in my very presence up until I give him a pet name, calling him by the fairy tale I remember in my pack about the coyote with very long fur, so long it hung down in her eyes. That must be uncomfortable. I remember as a pup, I used to always question how she could hunt with all that fur in the way but of course I was always told that coyotes don't hunt, we just scavenge. Well I changed that, didn't I.

I can't tell if he's amused or growing irritated with my loose words, not that I care either way. Just as the panther grew frustrated with my wagging tongue, I don't plan to treat this zebra/deer thing any different. At his challenge, telling me to show him my teeth, I grin and curl my lips up all the more. "We'll just see about that." I lick my lips, already eying his muscular haunches and chest. I bet he could feed the pack for a month. I've always liked a challenge and a dare.

At his question, I snort. "Of course. Dogs are domestic slaves of humans, inferior in every way. They are controlled and don't know their true place in the circle of life. How would you like to be called a goat?" My eyes narrow at him daringly, my hackles trembling in anticipation as he steps toward me and crouches. Doesn't he know better than to put his disgusting human face so close to my teeth? My growl grows more menacing, my head lowering if only to get a better angle to lunch upward should I get the hankering.

The sudden reach of his hand beneath my jaw is unexpected though, my head jerking up and back out of his reach as if hit, my jaws snapping readily at the hand that dared to touch me as I back up and coil on my back legs, all muscles poised to attack. "Pretty serves no purpose for my kind. Such a human thing to say. For your information, I don't know how to shift. I didn't even know until a few months ago that I'm a....Were thingy. I've always just been a coyote." It's nothing for me to admit this to him. It's not like it's a secret I'm trying to keep or anything and as always, I say whatever comes to mind but I eye him more cautiously now. The only thing keeping me from attacking is the matter that he's a Were and I know what humans can do with their extra fingers and weapons. Who knows if he's got a gun hidden behind his back or something?

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