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 June 14, 2019 by Andras Stein
West

death incarnate & night triumphant

It was clear within a matter of moments that this man was anything but threatening... sure a bit rough around the edges. Yet, the man truly seemed to have a one track mind. How interesting. The fact still wasn't lost on Andras that this man was still very much alive, had managed to not attract a single Hunter. Whether this man was incredibly stupid or simply good at evading such creatures remained to be seen and honestly, Andras couldn't bring himself to care either way. As long as he wasn't a threat to his court, he didn't mind what one faerie did in the city unless it truly did cause a situation to arise with faeries in general. He had managed to keep the bulk of the faerie population a secret from the outside world, vampires craving the taste of Fae blood and some Hunters hunting them as sport.

Still, Andras can't deny that he's not curious all the same. Why was this male alone? Why did he carry such a bitterness? Of course, the faerie lord didn't know to what extent this male felt but Andras could clearly see a sort of anger written across his features, it wasn't like he hid it well. He opts for a bit more friendliness, as he asks for his name as the man, Boone, simply scoffs at him before offering it up. They clearly did not start out on the right foot and it was for Andras to blame alone. His drive to protect his people had him seeking out every last faerie within the city to deem them threatening or nonthreatening, there was no in between. But for those nonthreatening faeries, he also offered asylum, a safe place to live without being hunted constantly. Andras was already certain this man would want nothing of the sort but he wouldn't turn someone away even if they didn't want it right this second.

"A pleasure to meet you, Boone," Andras says, that cool smile still remaining on his lips. Watching a car pull down the road, the man watches the interaction as the girl is unceremoniously shoved into the backseat, Andras hardly commenting on it. As they finish with the human woman, Boone gestures, rather sarcastically with a hand, to join him on a walk, the male shrugging as he prowls forward and falls into step with him. The comment from Boone has a wicked simper etching onto his features as he shoves his hands into his pockets, "Since you so politely offered... yes, I do," Andras states, that ancient accent so lightly coating his words as he glances down at Boone, Andras just barely taller than the man by a couple of inches. "Why are you so bitter?" He asks, head tilting casually as he looks at the man, "Not caring about other faeries, clearly something has made you dislike our kind." As much of a diplomat as Andras was, he could just as easily shoot to the root of the problem without beating around the bush.

Andras Steinhello darling

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