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 February 22, 2017 by sorcha
Nothing could hold me back. Not in the past and certainly not now. The death of my parents had given me a new and burgeoning power, perhaps some parting gift from them. In my head I romanticized it as them offering me their power but the truth is that the fury within me unlocked something I had tucked away. It was innate from what I was told by their Coven. Their hungry stares had scared me away. There is still a part of me that shies away from the darker arts. The same part of me that had firmly told Dareios once before that I would have nothing to do with poisons and subterfuge and yet I am not as staunch as I was. I couldn't afford to be.
I note the way his face seems to pinch and withdraw slightly at the mention of other vampires for I considered myself a keen observer. Still, I let it slide. It wasn't my place to push him on a topic even if my curiosity seemed to brim from my mossy eyes. In many ways I suppose I can understand the humans and their fascination with witches and familiars, most especially cats. I was much like the felines with a curiosity that was hard to repress.
His compliment is sincere. I know it. I feel it. My cheeks pink in pleasure and I smile broadly at him, the ever present heaviness from my loss easing. His crooked smile makes my stomach jolt in awareness and my eyes drop down to it for a moment before I glance away, noting the homeless man but not much else. "Thank you," I reply softly, following him to the coffee stand. He hands me a coffee and my fingers slip over his as I take it from him, sipping on it; the heat and intensity makes me scrunch my nose slightly but it quickly warms me. Before I get a chance to ask about his own coffee, seeing as it wasn't of the red variety, he sets it near the sleeping man and I find myself eyeing Dareios' dark head in wonder and a bit of possessiveness.
We seat and he places his hand against my knee, drawing my full attention, although he hadn't actually lost it at all. His presence was comforting and safe but also made me aware of everything all at once. I couldn't ignore him if I tried. I give him a rather apologetic look at his words at first but it fades into a gentle smile. I blink hard at his next words, a low swoop in my gut making me feel breathless. Nervous almost as my fingers press into the warmth of the cup I hold, his arm behind me. "Yes," I say in as calm a voice as I could but I am sure he can hear my racing heart. Ah, the downfalls of other supernaturals. "I would like that."