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

hello, darling


Posted on February 28, 2019 by Andras Stein
West

death incarnate & night triumphant

It was... surprisingly difficult for the man to stay away from Somnia, how desperately he wanted to be there, to perhaps catch a glimpse of his beloved Lani. And yet, he knew the moment he breathed her scent, he would go against everything she had asked and return to her side, even if she hated him. It was one thing he couldn't quite come to regret. He would do it again and again if it meant she got to live. Though, he did feel quite bad for taking away her choice and the fact he had so confined her to the realm of Somnia, he was unable to let her loose, the woman hardly unable to control her powers. It was frustrating, even his fight with Matteo had barely released such pent up anger, though, at least he knew he wouldn't murder his first court member he saw.

Grumbling silently, he runs a hand through his dark locks, the hair falling back into place as he then drags his hand down his face. He had allowed a stubbled to grow upon his chin as he scratches at it thoughtfully, the normally well-groomed faerie, almost looking a touch haggard in the eyes. Sighing, he stands from the bench, allowing that irritation to so fashion from his face as the scent of newcomers so waft into his nostrils. How... peculiar. A Fae was in the realm of the park, and an unfamiliar faerie at that. Andras was almost certain he had approached all manner of faeries in Sacrosanct and yet, here came one strolling down the pathway, a human in tow. Brows raising ever so slightly at the curious sight, he slinks into the shadows, hands shoved in his pockets as he watches him lay the woman on the bench, only to reach into her purse and withdraw cash. How very... interesting. He could scent the alcohol from here, the two positively drenched in the smell!

Andras is almost ready to walk away, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to have a conversation with an intoxicated Fae, even if he was curious. Yet, he's stuck in place as he watches the man begin to walk his way, only to trip over a cat and be sent sprawling to the ground. The cursing can be heard easily with his heightened hearing, Andras's lips pulling up into an amused smile before giving himself a shrug. It wasn't like he was doing anything else tonight except for moping around a destroyed townhouse. Stepping onto the pathway, he eases that mask into place, his High Lord mask of underlying cruelty, his already dark eyes darkening as a cruel smile so lingers upon his lips. He would always play the bad guy to protect his court, his home, "That is quite the exit you're making," he drawls, his tone almost dangerous, though he is hardly in such a threatening stance as he prowls from the shadows. His meticulous suit is well pressed, the dark blues blending in with the night so well, "I can't say I have ever seen someone leave a human plaything out in the cold before, did you tire of her?" He asks, his head tilting in an almost predatory fashion.

Andras Steinhello darling

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