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

do not waver; the dark approaches


Posted on January 18, 2017 by sorcha northwoods
West
there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


The light of his cell phone brightens the night and I take a few moments to look him over as he checks it. He looks exactly the same as before, unchanged, forever frozen in time. I am struck by my philosophizing about such a thing, the pros and cons. The first time I had arrived at his home I had been worried about being alone with a vampire but also fascinated. The history and culture he had seen - I could not even fathom it and yet there is a wistfulness there. One of my quirks was often researching about the past, the way the people lived and acted, so markedly different than modern day Sacrosanct. Add in the way they reacted to supernaturals and being one and I was sold. I resolved then and there to pester Daerios with questions about said things, if only because he would answer me and also because I was reluctant to let him go. I perk up at his question with a congenial smile. "I would like that." Not to mention the caffeine would be a lovely help after such a long day.

As I listen to him I am struck by how very generous Dareios really is. Many supernaturals were greedy, their avarice only trumped by their need for power. If I hadn't known Dareios prior to this I would likely assume him the same as all the others, especially as he now held the title of Mayor, but hearing him talk just made me more certain of his character. "It is fortunate for the city that you've had such experiences to learn that. I admire you for it," I say in an earnest tone, glancing between him and the street as I walk. "Most of what I've heard about other vampires is.. less than impressive." I grimace now at it, sending him an apologetic smile. "But as you are the only one I know, I have hope that other's might be as generous as you."

But I also know there is a darker side to him. I had seen it on our first meeting, understood he dealt with some.. less than shady individuals. Before I left I had been adamant about not joining in the trade of poisons but grief and anger changes a person. Opens up avenues otherwise barred shut. His touch earns him a bright grin, my eyes lighting up at the mention of my shop because in the end, my shop was all I had left. I had slaved for it, starved for it, and I felt that those who had known me before understood what it meant for me. "It is on Ashland Avenue on the east side of the city. I found it by chance but the owner is very generous as well and rent isn't incredibly steep. Let me tell you, it is much simpler to have a shop rather than go traveling the city and selling my potions on the streets." I laugh at myself, finding a pocket of brightness in this line of conversation. Perhaps I rambled about it, but that was my nature on things I was passionate about. "I was worried my regular customers wouldn't buy from me since I disappeared for a time but they've all turned up at the shop," I say, placing a hand on his arm in my excitement, "and business is doing well!" With another grin I let go, tucking back a strand of hair that flies across my face as a train sends a breeze spiraling. "You know," I say, switching from my shop to a more relatable subject, a cunning in my face that is reminiscent of how i had been before, "If you still wish to partner in sales, I would be willing to pick up where we left off." I almost added that I would be willing to try to help him with other... darker things, but the words fall silent on my tongue because I am not sure yet. Not sure that I am ready despite the bitterness that still burns in me and the knowledge that something isn't right about my parent's death.

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN
Thanks Vii❣

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