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

Baptized in Blood -Raven and Open-


Posted on June 04, 2014 by Chemistry Koi
West
she's trouble in a tank top


The day had managed to drag along with stilted procession. Or maybe it just seemed that way because she had plans that night. Plans that if successful would elevate her to the next level would set her free. She had spent all of last night formulating her plan and the whole of last week acquiring the goods to put it into action. She could not afford slip ups but if she happened to, well there was always tomorrow.

Unconsciously she begins to worry her bottom lip as she meanders down the sidewalk. She was not going anywhere specific, just walking. She found that she liked to walk; it helped her think and kept her fit for the most part. Living in random motels had taken its toll on her but with her recent strings of thefts during the last month or two had managed to keep her fed and a nice duffle bag of clothes. However her current outfit was more a collection of five finger discounts than legitimate buying. Actually handing over her hard stolen money always left a sour taste within her mouth and she was beginning to think if she was actually allergic to spending it. The image of Mr. Krabs from SpongeBob popped in her mind's eye, a cartoon she used to enjoy as a child. He used to be just as stingy as her but more because he was stingy, with her it was more out of need. You never knew when you needed to run, to pack up and leave time quickly and it was during those times that money meant more than anything. Being a lone female fox was dangerous business in the wereworld, she was never safe.

A loud scuttling sound causes her to pause before narrowed eyes pinpoint the source of the sound. She had kicked an empty soda can across the sidewalk, the little heap of metal askew, and she was getting ready to kick it again when the door across the way opened. The soft thud of music became more pronounced and she looked up to catch a peek of writhing bodies as the scent of sweat twinkled toward her sweetly. Then with the blink of her eye the door shut, once again dousing the street in relative silence save the typical noises that proliferate these parts. Hmmm, a night club, how quaint. She actually wondered why she hadn't run into one yet. With a shrug of her delicate pale shoulder the decision is made as she strolls toward the building, gripped the handle and threw open the door. It wasn't as dramatic as she pictured it in her mind but it gained her access as she melded into the throbbing mob of bodies. Hands were on her and hers were on them, sometimes letting them slip lower than proper but she let it slide. She was here to have fun right? To forget about her plan that night and besides it wasn't like they could get to her center through her jeans. Now the first male, or female for that matter, to do that would melt her heart and cause her to become a jabbering love struck fool. At least until she could share their bed.

After spending some time on the floor she made her way to the bar, making sure to put a little swing in her hips for good measure just in case anyone was watching her. She seemed just like any other human enjoying themselves, just that this one could shift into a dangerously sexy fox.

"Tell me what do you have that is...delicious."

Her eyes practically gleam with mischievousness as she stares at the bartender. Her delicate features exotic in these parts and with the little bit of makeup she had applied earlier in the day enhancing her features she knew that she could pull anyone she wanted. Besides her vibes were subtle, not raging sex siren as she allowed her gaze to peruse his body, at least what was visible but still the man got the hint. With a noticeable swallow he began to list what they offered, a soft flush painting his neck. Triumph thou name is Chemi.


Submerged in BLOOD; The DEAD they SMILE







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