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 November 03, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
Sitting atop the countertop her eyes did not move along the pages. Rather she was focused on just staring at the page, hardly noticing what recipe she was on. Raven couldn't recall whether or not one of the boys told her about what sort of trek they were going to go on today. Was she not listening to them? It wasn't like her to ignore either one. Was today when they were going to go out for a few days on a business trip to get that new contract? It couldn't be, because she still had some of the paperwork in the green folder that was in Tetradore's 'in box' to review and sign. Maybe they were just having a guy's day and they forgot to tell her about it? Raven never wanted to hinder the two having a private time together. They were best friends and she didn't want to be in the middle of their friendship. It usually didn't bother her in the slightest when they would disappear together, but with their wedding date coming up she was starting to have those seeds of doubt. The lupine didn't doubt that they wouldn't last long. Although that didn't mean she didn't have doubts he would meet her at the alter. There was a small voice in the back of her mind gently whispering that he was abandoning her. She knew it was wrong and she growled in disagreement, and yet it continued.
It was the sound of footsteps falling on the tile that drew her away from those dark, suspicious thoughts. Blue-grey shifted upwards as she turned her head to see the older fae making his approach. She remembered him. He was...different. Wary of him she sat up a little bit straighter keeping her eyes on him. It wasn't that he would hurt her he was still just a stranger. A stranger that admitted to see her when she was young, and she had no recollection of him. As he settled himself against the countertop she blinked at his comment looking down at the recipe. It didn't look familiar. Gently she shut the cookbook and placed it in her lap. It would have been rude of her if she didn't give him her full undivided attention. Golden-brown curls would sway as she shook her head. With a heavy sigh she looked down at the front over of the cookbook, her thumb brushed some of the indented letters. Her voice was quite soft and cracked a little due to the fact she hardly spoke at all today.
It wasn't like he showed up every day to their humble little home. Besides he wasn't of any importance to her. Dorian wasn't here. Shouldn't he be off doing some sort of government official things? During her tea time with her friend he would speak a little bit about his Father and what he did. It sounded all quite interesting and the way Dorian described him made it sound like Matteo was a good man. However, Raven wouldn't deem the older fae as such, not unless she witnessed it for herself. That wasn't to say she thought he was an awful man. Perhaps it was her canine ways, but she was being overly cautious with this fellow. As he explained that her Alpha and mate wouldn't return in time for any sort of meal she frowned her worry for them only increased. They usually tried to make it to one of her meals. It's possible that wherever they went they would feed themselves whether they went out to get their own food or someone went out to get it for them.
She raised her cookbook up slightly to show him and then placed it on the countertop. It was good that they were both returning. Surely that would make the small voice in her head be quiet and any doubts she had cease to exist. Nervously she grabbed her fingers and gently pulled and tugged at them. They usually tell her when they are going somewhere or leave a note. That note Tobias left her didn't really count. They weren't the type to just up and leave. Last time Tetradore left the Ark without notice Frost had killed him. Saddened eyes would shift back to him. He could see the future, right? That's what Dorian had told her...he would know things right? But would he be willing to tell her? She would approach her question gently.