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

Smoke in The Wind


Posted on March 29, 2019 by Arden A. Wick
West
Arden ran his hand through his dark hair. He hated the gray hair that had sprouted from his skull, but a few lady's he had met said it made him look distinguished. Though if there was any part of his appearance he wished he didn't have was the black leather eye patch which concealed the scar that was his left eye. He always felt it pressing against his face like some great weight to always remind him of his mistakes. Right now it felt extra heavy. He kept up a front of cheeriness, but he had felt the hair on his neck standing as he noted all the eyes that were glued to him. As he stood his back to the bar he slowly slid one hand up under his loose shirt. There he grabbed the the grip of the knife he had there for safety. He had commissioned the knife some years ago for a special purpose. It was made to give Arden the slightest chance of fighting against the more capable species that inhabited the world. He had only had to make use of it once before, but Arden had made deadly use of it in that one occurrence. He hadn't came here looking for a fight, but Arden went no where without the silver blade stropped to his lower back. His large Hawaiian shirts did an excellent job of hiding the blade from sight.

Arden's grip tightened for a second as face appeared close to him. Though something about the look on her face made him withdraw his hand from the grip. A scowl and furrowed brow was not kind of dangerous expression he would expect from a Were who was trying to pick a fight with him. The words she spoke were nearly lost to him among the cheering and yelling. He knew that though none were close enough to hear normally the people around them likely heard her more clearly then he had. She had a good point. Did Arden have a death wish? The answer was of course no. If he had wanted to die he would have either done it himself or forced one the many Were's into a fight. Arden didn't immediately respond, but he felt himself grinning slightly. Something about hearing someone tell him he couldn't be somewhere reminded him of his time in the military. "My apologies miss. I must have missed the signs. I simply came looking for items that hard difficult to obtain." He said the words quietly but he felt certain she could hear him. He suspected when he had looked around that nearly every face was that of a Were if not all of them. It was a far more grave mistake then he had assumed he had made at first.

" I suppose I should be leaving." He turned and placed twenty dollars on the bar before turning his attention back to the lady who had approached him. "Do you think you might show me the right way out miss?" He smiled at the her in his kindest smile he could do. He might not know who this girl is, but if she was concerned enough to warn him then maybe she'd be able to help him get away safely. He motioned with his hand for her to lead the way. He would follow her, but something still felt off to Arden. Arden had noticed when this lady had spoke to him some of the Were's lost interest if looking toward him, but some still locked onto him. "Oh how rude of me. My name is Arden by the way."

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