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 Mira and Tobi
Posted on May 21, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
It wasn't her fault she was the way she was. Years upon years of abuse and mistreatment had done enough damage to the girl to bring her to nothing more than a distant shadow of herself. As a predator she shouldn't be holding herself in such a deprived and worthless state. The lupine should be holding herself in a dignified manner, pride and strength should be oozing out and it seemed there was not even a trace of it anywhere in her scarred frame. Self-confidence and assurance in herself was hidden deep within, but it was slowly growing inside her. Living within the city Raven began to see that she did possess a sense of self-worth not only to others, but more importantly for herself. It would take time and conditioning to finally become what she had been denied all along. The attempt on the other's part to try and coax her to attack or defend herself had failed. She learned long ago to pick her battles. This was one she had no interest in, it didn't solve any problems. Her comment that the others sounded more like human than wolf was met with a flick of her tail, they were part wolf and part human...of course they would act as both halves and be judgmental.
The offer to assist the wolf was her way in an apology. After all she didn't mean to lead the Dark Hunter to her, let alone have her participate in an attack. She was after all quite good at patching up the damage done to a body. It wasn't often that her mate or Alpha needed assistance. As Weres their kind were capable of healing quickly, but it didn't mean they couldn't at least be a bit sanitary. Her quip comment about the Ark being something biblical was met with a small wolfish smile. Indeed when her mate told her about the place her mind went straight there too, but as soon as she placed her first paw into the door, she knew there was nothing religious about the place. Easily she led the way for the other, making sure her pace wasn't too fast so that she would struggle to stay up and not cause further injury to herself. Her innocent question was met with a moment of silence as her dial titled downwards slightly in a sadden manner. If she knew it were possible to remain in control when her feral side was out, she would be eternally grateful...but that was not the case. That wasn't how it worked, and oh how she wished it could. Softly her mind pressed against her own.
Eventually they would find themselves within the West District. Easily the lupine roamed through the street and dungy alleyways without attempting to even hide herself. There was no need to hide herself, not when she was home, not when there was nothing to fear. As they made it towards the docks there was an old cargo ship that appeared...abandoned, and yet as they slipped through the shadows, there was life. Along the docks and up the ramp were Weres as human or in their animal form. There was a guard at the door that took a step back allowing her to enter. The crowd was lively tonight as they hollered or watched the fights, placing bets or taking drinks. As soon as one Were saw her the others watched and stepped aside to allow her to pass without a word. Being a member of the Nightshade pack had its benefits, but being the mate of the Were that dominated and was the top fighter in the ring had its merits too. She would lead the girl to a shadowed hallway, opening the door to the left with her telekinesis as the florescent lights suddenly turned on. She would shift and turn back to her human form, clothed, with the sleeves of her black hoodie shifted upwards to show the numerous scars that crisscrossed over her arms. Gesturing towards bed for the girl to take she opened the cabinet, grabbing the items she needed.