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

Broken but Saved (Nadya)


Posted on July 18, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


Darkened alleyways used to scare me but not anymore. I've spent too much time running down them and this time in pursuit of others instead of running from them. I've been through the darkness of the forest and in the light of day, both scared for my life and tired of running. The image of my father's shocked face when he first saw me on that terrifying night still haunts me but never again will I see it past in my thoughts and dreams. I try to brush the thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on them more than I am already forced to in my nightmares. Sleep is a new commodity for me, something that used to be so easy and now has become a rare thing in itself. Shadows lie deep beneath my eyes and the timid fear that used to rest in their blue depths is gone, replaced by something darker.

My steps forward under the dim streetlights are no longer hesitant but sure and steady. I do not care if I make noise, piercing blue darting from any signs of cover, fingers curling and uncurling in rhythm, waiting for the cue. And yet the laughter of drunkards in the distance does not make me quiver or jump. Instead I merely glance in that direction before I keep walking. I know there are others that lie in wait on a night like tonight but the air is clear and I've eaten this time so my aim should be true. I managed to steal a nice pork roast and some potatoes from a young couple's oven while they were watching tv in the next room. My sneaking skill have only improved with time.

I know not what the morning may bring but I know that I will survive another night. I'll make sure of it. A dark shadow passes by and I'm on guard, fingers twitching as I slow my steps. The laughter sounds off but closer this time. I slowly turn, gaze falling on a large cat, something I thought I'd never see again but I know it's not the intimidating posture of Tetradore I'm seeing. I'd know that scent anywhere. My lips twinge. "Hello, Nadya."



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