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

don't let those butterflies out


Posted on April 21, 2019 by maeve liliwen
West

(dear friend it will be alright, please just stay by my side)
(you might think the world is tumbling down, but it's not)

Despite the growl on her lips and the leap in her legs, Maeve still wears a bright smile on her young face. Light golden hair comes to be brushed behind those delicately pointed ears as she looks to Tobi, that tender smile showing just how much she considered the leopard boy her friend, perhaps even one of her best. She saw Tobi for simply who he was, not in the ways of him acting any differently than anyone else. Tobi played the part of a child like her at times, and Maeve was grateful, never viewing it as strange or weird. She focused so much more on how fun Tobi was and how he always seemed willing to entertain the golden haired child. He shakes his head in response to her question and that hardly causes her smile to fall off her face, instead she simply laughs, beaming at his compliment about her growl. "Thanks, Tobi," she says in response. And just from that little compliment, Maeve raises that head a little higher, because if Tobi thought the creamy haired girl's growl was good, well, then it must have been good. Tobi would never lie to her, Maeve knew this for certain.

Perhaps, in a way the golden haired fae and the dark haired were leopard, were a lot alike. Tobi so melded from the many personalities of others, in much a similar way as Maeve, in the middle of her childhood seemed to be as well. It was this age, being so young, that children were afforded the freedom of trying on the many different personalities around them, finding what fits them best, gaining the traits they found to be natural and leaving the rest behind. The child with hair of pale gold had seen the tiny simpers of Tetradore, the bold ways of Tobi, the fun loving ways of Mira, and the kindness of Raven, but who exactly she would turn out to be, this would remain to be seen, Maeve indeed had many years ahead of her to get everything straightened out and find out who she truly was.

It is only after the compliment from the leopard boy that Maeve follows Tobi's dark gaze to the farm animals placed upon the floor. The tiny toys of course were enticing to the creamy haired girl, but she knew better than to impose on someone else's game. It is only when he speaks that Maeve's eyes of violet widen in surprise. "A revolution?" She says, clearly already invested, in whatever Tobi had created. He, after all, was the inventor of many fun games, Maeve always seeming to overlook how... interesting the man was. "But there is no leopard to lead them," she says then having looked over all the animals that the boy had lined up upon the floor. Purple eyes flutter from the animals to Tobi, hoping her next words would cause a lopsided smile on his face. "And leopards are the best." Maeve has clearly learned how Tobi operates

This is when the girl turns away from Tobi and lowers her backpack from her shoulders to reach in and grab that paper, a leopard staring out on the cover page of her report. "I wrote about leopards, Tobi," she says then, turning the paper around to show him. "An entire book, all about you and how amazing you are," Maeve says, smiling at her friend. Those purple eyes search his face for any sign that he was pleased, Maeve ever eager to provide some sort of happiness for the leopard boy she had grown quite attached to.

But the golden haired child suddenly notices something that had slid out from her backpack as she had grabbed her report. Maeve had nearly forgotten about the fliers handed out at the school. As she grabs the paper, the memory comes rushing back and she remembers what was to happen today. An Easter tradition for all children in typical homes, which would most likely exclude Maeve. "Hey, Tobi," she says, holding the flyer and reading it. Surely, out of everyone, Tobi would certainly accompany the girl to the event. "How good are you at hunting?" She asks, looking at him through those long, innocent lashes. The golden haired girl can hardly contain her smile. "There is an Easter egg hunt in the park, and I bet we could win," she says, hoping these words would entice the leopard boy. Maeve couldn't turn up to the event alone, she needed adult supervision, and what better supervision than a leopard with a knack for tracking? "Come on," she says then, clearly excited. "The more eggs we find, the more candy we can get." Now, if winning and hunting were not enough for Tobi to get excited, surely, surely candy would be able to do the trick. "And we want to find the easter eggs with the jelly beans inside." Jelly beans, after all, were certainly a favorite of the fae girl. She reaches out her pale, fair skinned hand then to the leopard, remembering those rules: kittens were not allowed to cross the street without holding hands.


picture is by greetisabaert

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