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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on September 10, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
West
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

She stands silently behind the other Werewolf, blue-grey eyes shifting to the helpless kitten and back to the emerald eyes that belonged to Scarlett. A small smile could be seen on her mauled face, quite content to be in the presence of another Werewolf. She didn't understand why there weren't meant werewolves that called Sacrosanct home. The werewolves that she had met always came and left. Part of her was pleased to know that werewolves didn't stick around, because she was far more comfortable not being around them, but at the same time they were her species and it felt good to be near other canines like herself. Living with felines was quite interesting and it was obvious to tell that their species were different from one another, but they held the same similarities. Scarlett was not a Werewolf that Raven was nervous to be around, the girl had been friendly and kind to her, something she rarely experienced thanks to her familial pack. As Scarlett speaks the lupine merely nods politely. As a Were that lived in a feline dominated pack, she was aware that two different species could live together fairly well, but sadly not everyone in her pack agreed with such a philosophy. Softly she mutters her response, her eyes shifting back towards the malnourished kitten, feeling empathetic for the creature.


"Some people are capable of believing different species can get along, while others do not."


Blue-grey eyes returned to look at Scarlett as she politely listens to the girl, still standing behind her, not making an effort to sit down. Raven was rather content with simply standing behind the bench. For a moment her dial would tilt upwards, her golden-brown curls lifting behind her shoulders, as she notices the storm clouds only growing darker. She was a creature that enjoyed the cold and the rain, hardly not minding at all should it rain, as she continued her walk back towards the Ark. The soft roll of thunder promised the lupine that indeed her wish for rain would come. Her dial would tilt slightly as she looked back down at the younger girl, as a sympathetic smile was given to the girl. Much had occurred while Scarlett was gone. With a shrug of her shoulders she speaks gently, hoping that perhaps Scarlett would be aware that she was not alone when it comes to bad things happening. No matter what Raven did, no matter how good things went, something always bad was going to occur, especially for the unfortunate lupine that physically bore her scars.


"I had to work through some bad things myself. I nearly died, twice, but I managed."

Raven Clocksworth.
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