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

death incarnate, night triumphant


Posted on March 24, 2019 by Andras Stein
West

death incarnate & night triumphant

The alcohol that wafted off the man and into Andras' direction was astounding. The stranger put him to shame when it came to drinking it seemed, the Faerie King so rarely becoming rip-roaring drunk. Dark hazels so roam over the sleeping woman, the faint but steady thrum of her heart beating quietly in his ears tells him she's a wake and unharmed; she would merely wake up with a splitter headache in the morning. Returning his attention back to the man who so gracefully slams himself into the wall, Andras tilts his head, watching the graceful situation play out, a mocking smile curling on his lips as he steps out of the shadows and into the light of the lit walkway. His words fall from his lips and the man turns, whether he was surprised or not remained to be seen. The stranger's words are angry and harsh, amusement beginning to dance on Andras' face, what an interesting faerie he had stumbled on.

Hands shoving themselves into his pockets, the Faerie King gives him a shrug not deeming to answer, at least not yet. What would he say? Sympathize with the man? Tell him to take care of the issue and yet, he does neither of those. Another wry smile tugs at the corner of his lips, "Perhaps they're all shifters and are taking over the city," he muses, his dark eyes scanning the shadows only to be met with glowing cat eyes. Truly, the man wasn't wrong, there was an absurd amount of cats in the area. "Maybe you can meet with their pack leader and ask them politely to stop breeding," Andras says casually, though humor glints in his eyes. No, he wasn't trying to egg the man on and yet, he wasn't entirely sure what had gotten into himself. Maybe he was losing his mind from not returning to Somnia in so long. A thought he didn't want to think about so he pushes it away for the time being.

Changing the subject, he refers to the woman on the bench sleeping, Andras nodding his head to her. He's convinced the stranger would continue to walk, to ignore him and be on his merry way. If he had decided to do that, Andras wouldn't have chased after him, the man more curious to see what other faeries lingered within the city. But he's proven wrong as the man turns and leans against the wall. Andras's hands still casually lingering in his pockets as he's very nearly tempted to cast out his affinity, to brush against his mind to see what type of person he really was. Yet, he refrains, at least for the moment as he listens to the calloused words of the stranger. "I suppose you aren't wrong," he agrees as his dark hazel eyes trace the slumbering woman once more, "Aren't you going to at least throw her in a cab?" He asks, genuinely curious though he's hardly accusing at all, Andras was merely... figuring out what kind of man he was.

Andras Steinhello darling

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