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 17, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
Seeing the children of her pack have fun playing around always made her sad. She would watch them through those silver bars, whimpering softly to herself, because if they heard her....they would come. They were always eager to taunt and tease her. Provoke that feral side to come out. They didn't fully comprehend why she was treated differently from their pack, but they didn't really need to. Children copy the actions of the adults they are around. They saw the adults harm her, taunt her, speak down to her, and they did so in return. Watching them run freely within their fuzzy wolf forms made her long to run with them. It was in her nature to run, to feel the wind rip through her fur, to feel that natural connection, that unwavering bond. Every now and then the adults would let her 'run' on a chain, being chased and attacked by her peers. They were being taught how to work together to catch their prey. She was being taught how to not attack and allow her feral side to take control. It never worked out. Her other half always sprang into action to protect them, and scare the others away...only to anger the adults and cause her to suffer from their retaliation. At such a young age she was supposed to be caressed, nurtured, and loved. Somehow, someway...Raven was damaged, but not damaged enough to where she couldn't reciprocate a gesture of kindness and love.
Sitting at Tetradore's desk she was working, a small bit, trying to keep her focus on it. The more she could get done the less work Tetradore would have to take over while she was away on her honeymoon. The presence of the Fae was quite peculiar, especially one of a child. The last time the Ark had a child present were the twins that Nadya had. According to Matteo she would have her own children, a concept she never thought was possible for her, the Nightshade pack growing into a larger family. The lupine wasn't accustomed to being around children to begin with. Unsure with how to act she would make sure her movements were slow and not threatening, her voice soft and kind. Coming out from behind the desk she walked carefully over towards the child, extending her hand to take the drawings the girl wished to give to her Alpha and mate. Blue-grey eyes shifted down towards her bare arms, looking at all the big and tiny jagged scars that ran crisscross all over her arms. As the girl deviated to speaking that familiar moniker that she was called only by her spotted companion. A small nod affirmed the young girl's inquiry as she responded softly.
Her eyes would shift downwards towards the drawings the young Fae gave her. Seeing a drawing of her mate being chased by Dark Hunters was not a surprising thing to see. How many times did they have to run away from Dark Hunters or protect themselves from them? The only Dark Hunter she barely trusted as the blonde man that was dating the witch she was blood-bound too. He was all right...sometimes. Although the drawing of Tetradore with a big smile on his face was quite unusual. She had yet to see the man wear a wide smile like that. Perhaps this would be the only time she would see such a thing in a child's drawing. Her eyes would shift from the drawings and back to the Fae child, her voice holding a warm and friendly tone.