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

but every candle loses its flame


Posted on February 08, 2019 by Kathryn Murphy
West
kathryn quinn
I'm about to make my own way, heaven help me keep my faith


The young witch with hair the color of dark chocolate that hung down in long sable tresses hangs in the silence of the trio. It would seem as if everyone thought this mentoring idea entirely crazy, all except for Kathryn of course. But there is a hesitant pause, a building sensation and then the young chocolate haired witch hears that sigh tumble from her lips. Kathryn knows then that the woman would agree. Fine. That was all Kathryn needed to hear, and a small, simper of a smile manages to find her lips. "Deal," she says with a bold sort of determination. There was a certain amount of relief that found Kathryn then. Perhaps, she could get these untested powers under control, and perhaps she could go back to living her normal life, only with the minor, unimportant fact that she was a witch.

She slides into the backseat of the car, unable to hind the simper that still continues to touch upon her lips as if painted on by light brush strokes. But once she receives that answer, as to why he did not kill her, why he gave her a chance, and now was even riding in the back seat of his car. It feels like it had been a while since she had been in a car, preferring to walk and bike every where in the accessible city, and living so close to downtown. But it feels nice, feeling the rumble as it travels down the road, the heat that warms her chilled body protected only by a hoodie. "Such interesting names," she contemplates. "Is that a pre requisite to being supernatural?" She says, though perhaps sarcasm would be a poor choice here. "Maybe that's why I didn't know I was a witch for so long." Really Kathryn, you should probably just stop talking at this point. If only Kathryn was aware that her Gram's maiden name goes back centuries, to witches long forgotten as the whole up in their small coven, preferring the company of each other, than the company of humans.

The other witch nods in response to Kathryn's question, but a confused look passes as a shadow behind silver blue gaze. "A different era?" She questions before smiling despite herself. "You mean like the 80's?" She says with a laugh, but even as she says it she knows that this is probably not correct, the man hardly looked older than Kathryn or the other witch within the car. "He doesn't seem that old," she remarks. Her knowledge of dark hunters was limited at best, but more accurately it was non existent. She wants to ask more, but she spies the blonde man returning to the car and Kathryn thinks better than asking too many questions, who knew how much forgiveness this hot tempered hunter had within him. Kathryn could be one wrong or too nosy of a question away from meeting her end before her life as a witch even really began.

Kathryn does no know who Tetradore is and frankly, she doesn't care to ask, she has met enough new faces and learned enough new names for the day. But the word eliminate catches her attention as he speaks. Well, that was certainly a word she did not like. She remains quiet until he asks for directions and she gives an 'oh' of surprise before leaning forward slightly to provide him with some directions. "Left at the next stop sign, and then I live in the town homes in downtown, if you know where that is," she says. before leaning back once more. But a questions hangs on her lips and she decides to be brave if just for a moment. "You say you protect humans from supernaturals...but aren't you a supernatural too? How do you know hunters wont hurt humans too?" She asks. It was not entirely fair in Kathryn's eyes, if a Hunter hurt a human, but she was to be the one to end up dead, when it would never be in Kathryn's nature to harm and god forbid kill another.

"Yep, this is it, well, close anyway," she says with a smirk. "I was not about to give my actual address, now was I, hunter?" She looks to Serafina then in that moment. "You have a cellphone, right? Here is my number," and Kathryn proceeds to give the witch her phone number so they could meet up and begin their mentoring. "Thanks for the ride," she says scooting over to open the door. "Oh, and hanks for not killing me." And out the door she goes, waiting for the car to move before she walks to her house. If anything, perhaps Kathryn has come a bit more wiser when it came to keeping her new magical secret.

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