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 February 04, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
It hadn't occurred to the lupine that stating what species the woman before her was, would be wrong or trespassing upon privacy. Even though Raven found it humorous, she didn't mind giving Emmy a simple and obvious response. One grey paw was raised as she rubbed it against her muzzle, indicating the reason why she was capable of knowing what Emmy was. Her tail swayed side to side in an easy manner. Of course, even without her strong sense of smell within her lupine form, she would be able to point out any type of supernatural creature that crossed her path. It had its advantages and disadvantages. It kept her far away from the Dark Hunters that vowed to keep all inhabits safe from her kind. The last time she ran into a Dark Hunter she was held against her will in some trap, tortured with the were-horse that nearly killed her. Once again that gentle and kind voice would press into the witch's head once more.
Her paw would lower back to the ground. Both ears twitched forward towards the witch. Black lips pulled back to reveal her sharp pearly white teeth, although her body was not held in an aggressive way. Rather it was her attempt to grin, her tail waving behind her to indicate that she was in a good mood. Her voice would slide into her mind once again, pleasantly explaining to the woman how she knew, but also the benefit of knowing that this particular talent was shared to everyone, crossed species. This wasn't the first time she was talking to a creature that didn't understand everything within this world. There was Alexis the Were-Fox, and the girl that thought she was only a coyote and nothing else. Why it was that she was the one to bring others into this world, she did not know, but she knew something like this needed to be done in a calm manner.
Blue-grey eyes shifted from the woman and back to that knife that remained at her waist. Seeing the way the woman held her hand over it caused the were-wolf to feel both her human mind and wolf mind attempting to make a rational decision on how to handle the weapon. The human part of her understood that the woman was only trying to attempt to defend herself from her, an individual she did not know, and it made sense. However, the wolf side of her was growing increasing annoyed and wary. That knife could be used against her, when she wasn't being aggressive, and she wasn't certain whether or not the witch would attack her. Being in this wolf form it was getting harder to suppress her fight and flight instincts. Using her telekinesis the knife would slowly slip up and out, hovering in the air in a non-threatening way, it would glide over to the opposite side of the room, Raven remained sitting where she was.
In a way Raven was being kind enough to warn the girl that there were those within the city that were completely dangerous. She thought she could hold her own against Frost, and she couldn't. She thought Tetradore was invincible, but he was not. Tobias thought he was unstoppable, but Raven knew deep down that someone could defeat. She didn't know who and she didn't want to know. Slowly the knife would glide back towards the witch, the handle in the witch's direction so that she could grab a hold to it. Getting up on her paws she turned around heading towards the bed, using her telekinesis gift to pack up the few things she had, even letting the sword fly towards the witch so she could hold onto it. Happily she wagged her tail continuing to hold herself in a calm and friendly manner.