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
virtue has a veil, vice a mask
Posted on August 30, 2019 by Raven Cain
She couldn't help, but visibly wince as Sera pointed out another flaw she was ashamed to have. Being unable to heal as she should didn't keep her from participating in activities that could bring her harm. At times she was persuaded, or went willingly, to accompany her husband within the fighting rings at the Ark. Would she suffer from major or minor injuries at times? Yes. However, her injuries would not keep her from participating in the fighting ring. Within their pack, she was able to take part in checking on their territory boundaries and ensure the line was there and take out any riff-raff that posed a threat. With Frost in the Ark, she got injured from her ape and primate assailants, and yet she was still standing in the end. Raven knew it wouldn't do herself or her pack any good if anyone was aware she couldn't heal, and she did everything she could to keep it still a secret. Other than her former pack, no one else was quick to call out a particular inability. Saddened by Serafina's comment she looked down at the floor, murmuring softly, disappointedly.
Why Serafina would use that against her she didn't know. Doesn't her raven-haired witch know that she was capable of fulfilling her responsibility in keeping her safe? Who killed the man that harmed her? Who helped rescue her when she was kidnapped? Those noises coming back from the backdoor grabbed her attention now as she made her way towards the door, banging her fist into the door angrily while threatening Serafina's captive. Hearing Serafina, she obediently came to her side inquiring about what future steps they would need to take. Although it made sense that they couldn't kill her stalker, Raven hardly liked the idea of him staying alive. Was death a harsh punishment? Yes, but with him dead, he wouldn't be bothering Serafina anymore.
With the potion, Raven was sure they could answer the questions Serafina had, and hopefully a lot more. With the potion finished she followed her witch towards the backroom door, using her shadows to at least place a bit of protection just in case her captive had some sort of attack. Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she saw the man, tied to the chair, lying horizontal with the chair resting on his back. Unimpressed she snorted softly at the same time as Serafina, as she encouraged the shadows to continue to float along the ground just in case she needed to help avert an attack. Raising her arm she flicked her hand to the side, tugging on the man and the chair roughly with her telekinesis, the chair, and man bumping into the wall, the back of the head of the man colliding a little roughly against the wall. Without an ounce of sympathy in her voice she muttered darkly.
Giving Serafina a glimpse she nodded in agreement to her second request. Glaring at the man she made her approach slowly, lifting both hands up to his face, one hand hovering over the top of his face as her thumb and index finger pressed gently to his nose, while her other hand clutched the bottom of his jaw, pulling it down gently. With an ominous tone, she ordered the man to abide by her wishes.
Blue-grey eyes shifted from the man and then back to Serafina, watching as the woman started to dump the potion down his forcefully opened mouth. When the man started to move, she made sure her grip was tight as she pressed her telekinesis into him and the chair, so both could stay against the wall. She didn't want Serafina's hard work to fall to the floor. Raven would let go of his nose and jaw as soon as he was done being forced to drink the potion. Taking a few steps back behind Serafina, she glared at the man, growling quite softly as she watched and waited.