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

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Posted on May 12, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
West

Who would have thought my night would turn out to be so eventful? I don't know what came over me, yelling at the men like that. The moment the word was out of my mouth, the color drains from my face as my hand goes to my chest. My breathing ramps up and my heart starts hammering. The men turn to me with faces of anticipationg, apparently much more willing to see what they can do to me over the old gentleman. On the upper hand, he manages to slip off while they're distracted without any problem but that leaves me with three men advancing with knives. Thanks, dude, you're welcome.

As they get closer, I'm left frozen. Every instinct in me is saying it's time to run but my feet won't move. The men start chuckling, one cat calling and whistling like it's just a stroll in the park. They must know that I probably won't put up much of a fight, at least not until I've gotten over the shock. When the smell of another Were hits my nose, I stiffen even more than I already was, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end as I look up, just in time to see a large cat land on the dumpster beside me.

I jump back automatically, a whimper falling from my lips as I stare with eyes between the leopard and the men. What's going to happen now? Is she working with them? But the men look scared shitless. The leopard reaches out with huge claws, raking them through the closest man's arm like knives through butter. He drops the knife with a clatter as blood starts gushing out of the deep wounds. The other men start cursing, one swinging his knife back and forth toward the leopard, trying to warn her off. The first man takes off, holding his arm. I watch him run past, too shocked to even recoil back.

Meanwhile the giant cat lashes out, warning off the men. The threat is clear in her big golden eyes. I shrink back against the wall, scared enough to run but too curious of the other Were to actually do it. Why must I be so curious? After a minute, one of the two remaining men swears, yelling.

"Fuck this."

He takes off running with his knife, leaving one man. That man loses all his resolve when he finds out that he's all alone in his endeavor, taking one more long look at the cat and then at me before he takes off too but that last look makes me shiver. That was a promise that it won't be the end of him. I hyperventilate against the wall, my head ducked down, my eyes closed tightly. What if the cat turns on me now?





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