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
I will make you believe you are lovely Raven
Posted on September 02, 2016 by Scarlett Trivale
Scarlett Trivale
So try to love me
And i'll try to save you
Scarlett had no idea what direction her life was going to take. With everything that had happened, she had been forced to take a step back and reevaluate what she was going to do now. She was confused, and more than anything she was scared and alone. She felt like she was in a constant state of out of breath, like the world was spinning around her and she just couldn't keep up. The death of her grandparents had taken it's toll on the girl who, once again, had lost her world; after her parents had died, they had taken on the roll of her parental figures and then as her friends as she when she was home schooled and had none. Even after she had been changed and began to act differently, they accepted her and continued to love her like their daughter. Were's were always talking about how significant packs were, but she would live a thousand lives without a pack if it meant getting to keep her grandparents; but now she had neither.
The werewolf had no particular reason for being out in the west on this day. Normally she avoided it with the pack that run the area not being one she really associated with along with the crime that riddled this part of the city. It wasn't raining today, but the storm clouds still darkened the sky overhead, keeping the air cool as a constant reminder, the personification of her sadness that still stirred inside of her. Today was one of the rare days that she was bundled up in a nice large jacket, and didn't let the cold consume her; it was a small sign that she was facing everything and in her own small way taking baby steps to coping. Scarlett avoided the Ark, but she did go near the harbor where she could still see the massive ship that wasn't as abandoned at it seemed. She walked down to the end of a pier and leaned on the railing, content to look out over the stormy expanse of the ocean.
The cold wind blew her golden locks in all different direction, but there was something about the taste and smell of the sea that helped calm her soul. Despite the storm clouds that she had created and the way they chopped at the water, the area was peaceful. She didn't hear anyone else and it seemed like she was the only person on earth in those moments. She only reacted when she heard the near by sound of tiny mewling, making her blink a few moments before she tore her green gaze from the ocean to the world around her once more. It took her a moment before she spotted the tiniest of kittens stumbling around on tiny, weak legs. Scarlett did not hesitate in going over and picking up the kitten, who was skinny and cold in her hands, mewling for a mother that was either dead or gone. Her animal instinct took over and her mothering nature immediately showed as she wrapped the little black and white kitten in her jacket, moving without thought to find it some food somewhere close by.
She wandered until she found a shop that sold some cat food. Scarlett didn't have any experience with raising kittens, nor could she keep it at her current apartment, but she wasn't about to let it die. She walked back to the pier that she had come from, finding a bench where she sat and opened the cat food. With incredible patience and gentleness, she fed the kitten, holding it in gentle hands, though keeping it wrapped up in her jacket. She hardly cared if the little animal made a mess of her jacket while eating, she just wanted to see it happy, warm, and not alone; perhaps that was a sign of what she wanted for herself.
