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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

high tide came and brought you in (vhalla)


Posted on February 06, 2019 by Samantha Cassidy
West


       
       

so why'd you have to rain on my parade?


       

I'm shaking my head. I'm locking the gates.



As she extended her time back in Sacrosanct, it was becoming increasingly clear to her that her reasons for leaving had been superficial at best. Sure, she had seen Aiden burst into flames and his ashes drift into the wind. She'd been with his pack when they'd mourned his death and felt those pack bonds snap and fade away. Samantha had felt his absence from the world and had carried the weight of it on her shoulders. After all, it may have been Frost's manipulations that fostered that paranoia and fear within the girl, but Samantha alone had believed him with no care to check. She had made the choice not to confide in Aiden or in any of the others she trusted. And for that... well, like Raven had said, she was at fault for his death. And how she had tried to stay within the sanctuary she'd created for herself in Sacrosanct. But in the end, the guilt had won her over and she'd fled to start a new life for herself elsewhere. Now, upon her return, it seemed like everything that she thought she'd known in the past two years had fallen apart. Aiden was very much alive and well. Dorian was doing well for himself in the northern part of the city. Nadya... well, she'd yet to speak to the Were she had previously been so fond of. Life had moved on without her and she had cut those ties for... nothing.

Though those relationships might ultimately be repairable, nothing could stop the loneliness that crept up on her. Previously, she had held so many close relationships within the boundaries of the city. Now... now she was left wandering the streets of Sacrosanct alone. It was better than going back to that apartment that once held so many memories. Tonight, Samantha found herself at the beaches near the Ark. The paranoia that used to paralyze her the last times she here was absent. The past two years had been spent honing her talents until she could call those empathic abilities to her at any time. She had been more power than anyone had given her credit for, and now, after months and months of practice, she had the skills to prove it. The fae girl walked along the beach, her feet bare on the sand. It was peaceful here and delightfully absent of the emotions of others. Regardless of her practice, her ability seemed to be unable to turn off. No, emotions were seen to her whether or not she chose. A good thing, she supposed, as she was able to feel the presence of another on the streets just above the docks.

Glancing up from the waters and towards the street, her eyes caught on to the flash of white hair on the woman. Samantha had seen that color of hair on only one person in her life, and the flash of joy that erupted in her chest made her call out. "Vhalla!" She called, though the woman didn't seem to hear her voice. Shoving her feet into her shoes, Samantha found herself darting up the stairs to take her to the street level and after the white haired woman. Her friend seemed to be staggering, and immediately Samantha wondered if she was injured. But no, she didn't seem to be in pain, but rather... was she drunk?

"Vhalla!" Samantha called again as she chased after her, slowing her pace only once she was within a few feet of the woman. She reached out, her fingers wrapping around the arm of the other woman to stop her. "Vhalla!"

       

this is why we can't have nice things


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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