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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

We were chasing the thunder inside the storm;


Posted on August 18, 2018 by Mira Ramos
West

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The she wolf was happily snoozing away in her room, curled up amongst the thick blankets and over stuffed pillows. Safe, warm, and content. Her sleep was dreamless and sound. That was until she felt a strange tug within her resting mind, it was a tugging tingling sensation in her mind, one that took a moment to even figure out what it was. What the hell? She wondered sleepily, blinking once, twice, three times. Maybe she was imagining things. But there it was again. That tug jolted her awake, attentive and alert. This was not her first pack, so she should have known the feeling. But then again, that binding had felt far more volatile, a sensation full of dread and violence. This was different, this was.. gentle, encouraging.

She yawns, those canines exposed, glinting from the pale light of her night table lamp, before she stretched languidly, thoroughly enjoying that luxurious feeling. The lava within her veins felt calm, at ease for once. It actually felt comforting, even despite its usually unpredictable nature.

She leapt off her bed, the movement was almost lithe for being half asleep. The obsidian coloured she-wolf followed that invisible line, toward what felt like pack. Curious of that bustle and excitement that flooded that intricate connection. Something strange, new, trickled down that very bond. It still felt foreign to her to the point that it was almost disorienting, the inside of her mind vibrating with activity. She shook her head, her body following suit, fluffing up her obsidian coat. Mira could not help but wonder if they could feel her like she felt each of them? Each person felt like they had their own unique, invisible tether that led straight to them.

Pushing through the door of her room, just wide enough to slip through the opening before shutting behind her. She trotted down the passageway, hugging close to the shadows. She was beginning to learn her way around the massive converted cargo ship, her home, there was still so much left to discover.

Thankfully, it did not take long to find the others. Her bright golden eyes find the commotion easily, a congregation of wild animals just outside the Ark was not too hard to spot.

One form she did recognize was Tetradore, his presence was magnetizing, a natural beacon-like leader for the group. Then again, she could always feel him, even if it was only subtle. These last few days had been stronger, especially after their latest quest. Next to him was Tobi, she could see those spots a mile away. He watched his mate in that innately protective fashion she had seen up close and personal that night Raven and her first met. That was when she caught a glimpse of a rather excited Raven, the oddly patterned wolf that now stood with the rest of the group. Then there was a flash of a red coat that caught her attention next. A fox! She knew she smelled one somewhere. However, she scanned the group for the source of this unusual commotion, it took a moment because the figure was off in the distance. The shape of a large feline. She felt that foreign line, almost inquisitive of it. Why was she out there while everyone was here? Perhaps this was a traditional pack greeting thing they did that she wasn't yet aware of. She would take note, in the meantime looking impassive while she sat next to Tetradore. She subtly allowed her tail to flop nonchalantly over and brush against him in silent greeting. This dynamic was well, interesting.

That amused gaze passed from Tetradore to the others, taking them in one by one with a certain inquisitiveness while waiting patiently for the tigress to draw closer.

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