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
Shadows will scream that i'm alone (Tetty, Tobi, and Raven)
Posted on September 01, 2016 by Camellia Nikolaev
The last place Cameliia wanted to be was anywhere near this old cargo ship. The humans thought it to be abandoned, it sure looked like it was from the outside anyway, but the WereSiberian Tiger didn't need to see anyone to be able to scent the heavy scent of other Weres that was all over the ship. She had heard that there was a pack that actually lived and run a whole list of illegal activities on the ship; not that she could judge, her own pack back in Russia had done extremely questionable things that put them in the category of a mob. She didn't personally care, didn't want to know what they did or be involved in it in anyway outside of delivering this package there like she was supposed to. Of course that meant she would have to go onto the ship and seek out whoever the package was for, but other than that her instructions were vague. It was an odd job she'd picked up for some extra cash, and she highly doubted that whatever she was delivering was legal based on the fact that it wasn't being delivered by conventional means, say an actual delivery service. The pay was good though, and she didn't care to ask any questions, questions just led to trouble she did not want to be involved in. Whatever was in the box was important enough for them to find the strongest, and most willing, Were to protect it from point A to point B.
She was extremely uncomfortable walking into a situation where she had no control and no idea what was going to happen. Her body wanted her to shift, and truly she did too, knowing she'd find more security as a massive tiger than a tall, slender woman. Unfortunately, Camellia could only assume that the pack would not take kindly to a strange Weretiger walking on their turf uninvited, well sort of invited, but the reception would most likely be better if she stayed in her human form; Also, the girl found it easier to hold the package with hands than with her mouth, and her large teeth might accidentally poke a few holes in the box and whatever was inside too. Gray eyes shifted uneasily around the harbor as she drew closer to what seemed to be the way onto the ship. Cam wasn't scared, but she'd be a fool to not be weary for many reasons. More importantly, she was trying to keep focused on the task at hand and not the voices in her head and the visions in her eyes that she knew were not reality: a sick twisted trick created entirely by her damaged mind.
She trotted gently on board the ship, peeking around for anyone to ask about giving delivering this package. She could hear noises somewhere farther on board, and though she wanted nothing more than to turn around and just leave, she knew she wouldn't be paid unless she successfully delivered it; deliver it or die trying the man had said, and she couldn't help thinking that if it was so damn important why didn't he do it himself, but the fear in his eyes explained it enough. All around her the air seemed to grow colder, her power was reaching out and slowing down the kinetic energy of the air surrounding her making it colder, a nervous habit of her's that made her feel more secure. She continued farther onto the ship until she got to a particularly dark portion and stopped, sensing someone in front of her but her eyes were strained trying to see them or it. Of course it could be her mind creating the illusion of someone standing before her, but her animal instincts were on high alert and she wasn't about to take the risk of thinking them to be fake and stumbling upon a very angry Were.