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
depends on your definition of danger
Posted on September 25, 2018 by Alexis Wilde
It was shaping up to be quite the beautiful day with the sun shining and a cool breeze blowing, foreshadowing of the fall season coming up. Alexis couldn't wait. Her fluffy coat kept her nice and toasty and she liked the energy she felt when the cool air hit her skin. The heat of the summer wasn't so bad here and at least the Ark stayed pretty cool year round. She was always able to bundle up in her blankets every night when she went to sleep. But she looked forward to the fallen leaves and color changing and definitely the cool weather.
She wasn't on patrol duty today but she wanted to get out anyway. With weather like this, why stay in? Besides, she could tell by all the noise filtering through her bedroom walls that the fight ring had already started up and she wasn't about to stick around for that. She admired the fighters and she knew Tobias and Tetradore liked to take part in it and even Faven. More power to them. She didn't like the idea of one on one fighting just for respect and bragging rights. She on,y believed in fighting when absolutely necessary. She already felt like she'd done enough fighting to last a lifetime....and enough killing. The blood of her former pack was still on her hands and she didn't think she would ever get over the guilt she felt every time she closed her eyes and saw their faces. She knew it was them or her at the time since they were hunting her, following the command of her own father, but it still stung to think they would choose the pack drunk over the daughter they knew he abused on a daily basis.
But she was done with all that now. Now she was part of a new pack, a much better pack. She had been laying low but looking forward to getting to know some of the new members and hanging out with the ones she already knew. But as she made her way down the ramp of the Ark, ready to lose herself in the bustle of the west side, she caugh a new scent and paused. She eyed the young man standing nearby. He seemed to be waiting on something, or someone. She glanced back over her shoulder, wondering if someone was already coming out to join him but saw no one. Everyone was too entranced in the arena fighting going on in the main part of the ship. Were's from all packs and lone Were's alike usually came for the arena fights so it was no surprise to her that he wasn't a part of her pack. But she was curious why he was just out here....waiting. She took another step toward him. "Hi, are you coming in?"
She wasn't on patrol duty today but she wanted to get out anyway. With weather like this, why stay in? Besides, she could tell by all the noise filtering through her bedroom walls that the fight ring had already started up and she wasn't about to stick around for that. She admired the fighters and she knew Tobias and Tetradore liked to take part in it and even Faven. More power to them. She didn't like the idea of one on one fighting just for respect and bragging rights. She on,y believed in fighting when absolutely necessary. She already felt like she'd done enough fighting to last a lifetime....and enough killing. The blood of her former pack was still on her hands and she didn't think she would ever get over the guilt she felt every time she closed her eyes and saw their faces. She knew it was them or her at the time since they were hunting her, following the command of her own father, but it still stung to think they would choose the pack drunk over the daughter they knew he abused on a daily basis.
But she was done with all that now. Now she was part of a new pack, a much better pack. She had been laying low but looking forward to getting to know some of the new members and hanging out with the ones she already knew. But as she made her way down the ramp of the Ark, ready to lose herself in the bustle of the west side, she caugh a new scent and paused. She eyed the young man standing nearby. He seemed to be waiting on something, or someone. She glanced back over her shoulder, wondering if someone was already coming out to join him but saw no one. Everyone was too entranced in the arena fighting going on in the main part of the ship. Were's from all packs and lone Were's alike usually came for the arena fights so it was no surprise to her that he wasn't a part of her pack. But she was curious why he was just out here....waiting. She took another step toward him. "Hi, are you coming in?"
Replies
- just a young gun with a quick fuse - By henry tudor on October 01, 2018 at 2:41 PM
- I don't wanna die for them to miss me - By Marcelo Rumeir on November 05, 2018 at 2:12 PM
- gonna be stronger - By Alexis Wilde on November 20, 2018 at 4:42 PM
- i was uptight, wanna let loose - By henry tudor on December 13, 2018 at 3:51 PM
- rich kid asshole, paint me as the villain - By Marcelo Rumeir on February 16, 2019 at 10:28 PM
- gonna be stronger - By Alexis Wilde on February 19, 2019 at 7:17 PM
- i was dreaming of bigger things - By henry tudor on February 25, 2019 at 4:17 PM
- I turn the ritz into a poor house - By Marcelo Rumeir on March 22, 2019 at 7:46 AM
- gonna be stronger Tetradore - By Alexis Wilde on March 28, 2019 at 5:20 PM
- the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead - By AIDEN TETRADORE on April 07, 2019 at 12:44 AM