West
The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
Don't fret precious, I'm here
Posted on June 01, 2014 by Davante Dorian
Each of my sisters had been beautiful. I was the second youngest of 9,depending if you're including those living or dead. When I was younger, I had heard that my mother had had a baby in the States before marrying my father in South Africa. Never had I put much credence into the story, though. She denied it of course, employing the "mommy" role for longer than she was truly present for. My sisters, on the other hand, really raised the rest of us. The eldest, Evangeline and Calliope, were the most motherly. They made breakfast every day that there was money to pay for it, and if there wasn't money they worked to find some. They woke the rest of us up, walked us to school, and protected us on the way home when it was too dark to remember the way. My sisters were each beautiful whether they favored my dark hair, light eyed father or my chestnut haired, brown eyed mother. Corinth had been a phenomenal amalgam of both; she had deep, chestnut hair and the Dorian crystalline blue eyes. She was very petite, much like the rest of the girls had been, and had fallen in love with the wrong person. The wrong wolf. So the wolves brought wrath upon themselves? My arms crossed over my chest, almost trying to prove I wasn't buying it. I really couldn't ignore that I did buy it, though. My hands dropped just as quickly as they'd crossed, showing her I was indecisive and unsure of how I felt about the fact that the pack was dead, and by neither my hand nor blade. When her teeth were bared, it helped me understand that this creature wasn't really an enemy, or a threat. She had reacted in a time of absolute need and desperation, not by a killer instinct that she might have hiding. No, she was too resigned for that. She seemed too resolute in her replies, in her reactions, and in her body language to be a current threat or a want to be a threat at heart. "No, I guess you aren't a pet. But hey, there is this trend that began fairly recently of domesticating the exotic and the wild. I think you're in luck." If she was truly to blame for the packs murder, I guess the dagger was truly hers and belonged in her hands. I sighed and sat back down in my chair, assured her display of violence and determination were linked with the dagger. "Keep the dagger. You are right, it belongs to you." davante Aiming to misbehave. |