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 February 17, 2019 by Raven Cain
Based upon her harsh treatment the young woman was always super attentive to her surroundings. At a young age she learned how to pick up subtle queues. She knew if someone was happy or not. If they were going to attack her or not. There was nothing else for her to do when she was in that cage. All she could do was watch, and she did, but she learned a few tricks while doing it. Raven was capable of noting anything out of place, but more importantly she was able to know how a person felt before they said anything. Although right now she wasn't aware of anyone or anything in this moment. She was trapped deep within her thoughts and her own anger, an emotion she hardly desired to feel and for good reason. Anger and rage belonged to her other half, that other thrived on such emotions. Packing back and forth along the deck of the ship she continued to mutter to herself having a full on argument with no one, but herself. While her eyes were focused on the ground she didn't notice the shadow of a hand and arm, as it moved to grab her attention. The young woman continued to pace only being stopped when she bumped into Mira. Taking a step back she shook her head mumbling an apology Blue-grey eyes looked straight into that familiar golden gaze, just staring at her for a moment. With a defeated sigh she shook her head unhappily.
That night when Azrael brought her back to the Ark she spoke nothing about the events that occurred to her mate. All she wanted to do was curl up in his arms and lay her head on his chest, and listen to his heart beat. Raven didn't want to think about those broken souls trapped within those cages and being sold to some horrific creature. To know their kind was seen as livestock was unbelievable. Just because they were part animal didn't mean they deserved to be treated in such a way. Seeing those creatures trapped within their cage she could recall their eyes filled with no life. When that chained collar was placed around her neck it was the final straw for her sanity, she could no longer function. All that terror she felt at a young age came haunting back. Raven had to remind herself that she was okay. That she would never experience that terror ever again. Lying in bed, awake in the darkness, she nestled closer to her mate as his arms wrapped around her protectively. But after that night she couldn't help, but think about those poor souls. Raven hoped, with Azraels' help, that they could persuade the Council to act. The lupine knew she should have known better. The Dark Hunters cared for themselves and no one else. They didn't believe in correcting a terrible wrong. With a helpless shrug Raven turned away from Mira, shaking her head.
Turning sharply around to look over at Mira she took a deep breath and started to speak quickly.
Blue-grey eyes held a defeated look in them as she shook her head and turned away from Mira. Raven could feel that anger start to boil up. Oh, how she hated the Council. They were useless, utterly useless. With a low growl Raven began to pace once more. Lifting her head she looked over the deck to see some crates sitting on the deck. Those crates didn't belong to her pack. Which meant they could be utilized for something else. Lifting her arms up those heavy crates began to levitate, violently she shoved her arms forward and those crates slammed forcefully across the street into the side of a bricked warehouse. Turning to face Mira she folded her arms and spoke with an exasperated tone.
Hearing the sound of people shouting she turned around to see various workers on the dock run towards those busted crates. They hollered at one another asking what had happened. There was a part of Raven that felt guilty, because it was her fault that the crates were broken. However, there was another side of her that felt no guilt in her actions at all. Tense shoulders suddenly slacked as a heavy sigh was released. Speaking softly she closed her eyes and hung her head, feeling exhausted after explaining everything to Mira.