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
living like we're renegades
Posted on July 31, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
How she hated mother nature in moments like this. Despised its ability to reduce her to this shivering ball of anxiety that cowered beneath the bar, but try as she might she had never been able to overcome it. Never been able to escape the terror that clenched at her throat like claws every time the sound rolled over the horizon. Still she rides it out, suffers and tries to keep from suffocating until the terror abates and she can breathe once more, albeit in short shallow gasps as she crouched near the floor attempting to regain her composure The last thing she expected of course was for a petite figure to emerge suddenly from the depths of the cabinet beneath the bar. In her surprise she was only barely able to stop the swear from leaving her lips as the girl introduced herself. Her soft, lilting voice so innocent only made her seem more out of place surrounded by the harsh metal housing of the Ark. Falling back into a more comfortable seat on the floor she gave her name in return to the delicate child.
Pink lips curled into a gentle smile at the compliment, that Maeve considered her name pretty seemed such a small thing and yet it carried a heavy weight none the less.
That surprised the woman, that the rather devious leopard might play games with such an innocent girl. It concerned her more than a little as well, considering she rather knew what the dark haired boy was capable of, but to be fair he did seem innocuous enough day to day. The girls plaintive query to see if she was in trouble for hiding had Carolina shaking her head in an instant.
It was surprisingly easy to admit it, maybe because it was to a child and all things were easier to speak to them about before age and cynicism had clouded their view on the world. She shrugged her shoulders gently, reaching up to curl her arms around her knees.
Replies
- don't let those butterflies out - By maeve liliwen on August 18, 2019 at 9:39 PM