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

From the gates of Hell (Raven)


Posted on July 18, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


I never thought I would see the city limits sign of Sacrosanct ever again. It feels like just yesterday that I came to this place and met the people who became so dear to me. Raven, the first Were to befriend me and show me understanding. Tobias, the strange boy who thought me a cuddly teddy bear to put in his lap and steal things with him. Tetradore, the regal panther who frankly scares the hell out of me. Alexander, the hunter of old who became a good boss and dare I say amazing lover? I thought I was ready to stay here and keep learning, but that night will forever be imprinted in my mind, the night that drove me from here.

I try to push the thoughts from my mind, not wanting them to bring me down on this day. I don't have any singular reason to come back, but this place has become the closest thing to home I know. Even if I don't have a real place to call my own, I have the places where I feel safe. Most assuredly it was in Alexander's arms but do I even have a spot there anymore? I don't dare to venture to him just yet. I chew at my bottom lip as I walk through the woods that used to haunt and protect me. The place where I met Raven and Calliel, where I met Frost for the first time and where Raven taught me the beginnings of how to fight. I recall our last meeting here, where she accused me of betrayal. I didn't think she would listen to me and a part of me didn't want her forgiveness. I thought it better if she never spoke to me again. At least then she would be out of Frost's clutches.

But now my arms tighten with slender muscles, the bow and arrow from my powers at my beck and call if only I twitch my wrist in a certain way. I am my own master and no one will take that from me, not even a war horse with an ego. I have some things to speak to Raven about myself so when I pick up a slight whiff of her scent in the woods, I turn toward it instead of away. I let out a deep sigh as I round the corner, knowing she'll be there somewhere. She might be enveloped in her darkness but I can feel her presence, my senses tingling with her scent. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ears and clear my throat though I'm already sure she knows I'm here. She probably heard me coming since I wasn't trying to sneak.

"Raven, we need to talk. That is, if our friendship ever meant anything to you as it did to me." The words choke up a little near the end, emotion threatening even though my face has hardened a little over the time I've been gone. My eyes are more haunted now, perhaps more of a mirror image for Raven herself. I've seen the haunted look in her eyes more than once when we first met, mostly when she thought of or spoke of her past. I don't even bother to look around, knowing she won't be seen until she wants to be. Instead I gaze at the tree across the clearing, waiting for the air to change.



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