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

my own form of CHAOS


Posted on February 19, 2019 by Damon Marcello
West


She was quick to remind him of his promise and he rolled his eyes with a snort. "Yeah, yeah, I promised. He's not dead, is he?" His voice dripped with sarcasm but there was amusement in his twinkling eyes as she then told him matter of factly that he was going to need her some day and she had a feeling there wasn't that many around. He laughed. "They're a dime a dozen, actually. You'll find herb shops and clubs alike in Sacrosanct that house your kind, both the good kind and the ugly. Luckily for him, you're nicer to look at." He smirked as he nudged his head toward the warlock chained to the wall when he said "him." He had a feeling she would come into total control of her powers before she even knew it. Despite her ignorance of them only moments before, she already seemed to be harnessing them quite well so she must have been very powerful at some point. Probably why someone wanted to collar her like a dog and take away her memories.

She only shook her head when he warned her about thinking good about everyone. He was convinced she was only going to get herself hurt or worse if she trusted everyone so blindly. She'd have to wise up quick in a world like this. In Sacrosanct, the supernatural were everywhere and the humans were either too blind to notice or scared. And fear was a bad thing. Fear made people into monsters. Not to mention the supernatural that would kill each other in a heart beat, like Were's and Vampires or Hunters and Vampires. He was a little disappointed that she didn't want him to help her with her memories but oh well. Maybe she'd change her mind or maybe she'd figure out how to unlock them herself. He'd offered. As they worked on wiping the warlock's memories, he could tell Kathryn was really trying but it wasn't enough.

Finally he found the opening he was looking for and took it. The man's head lolled back on his shoulders and he could see the instant fear in Kathryn's eyes as she dropped her spell and looked at him. At her question, he shook his head. "Of course not. His body's just depleted from the mind wipe. It's pretty overwhelming mentally. Like a computer, usually they need to reboot afterwards. In the meantime, he's unconscious and we need to dump him somewhere he'll be found and not by his old coven." He stood and walked over to the hunched form, unclasping the chains and lifting the man like he weighed nothing. He slung him over his shoulders like a feed sack and walked toward the door before glancing back. "Coming?" He asked with a lifted brow.

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