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
I hate it when you hiss
Posted on August 17, 2014 by Bethel Ayer
Being a predator was fun. In so many ways, the world was at the tips of your fingers â€" clay, soft enough only for your fingers to mold, and pliable in ways that would bend laws of nature should you so ask it to. You had instincts that were like the powers of nature worshiping you, giving you whatever it is that you desired in the way of food, or of how you wanted to conduct yourself in the world. Being a predator was desirable, in the way that power of an executive is always coveted. Animals destruct one another to take their place on the food chain, or their lives. Were-animals were no different. They smelled like their counterparts, their instincts replications of those animals that were squarely feral. The woman before Bethel struck her as a strong were. Her features were acute, drawn in an undeniably attractive manner. But Bethel felt something else was off, like the woman's counterpart might be an animal that caused the giant, destructive snake beneath her own skin to stir. With a sigh that would sound remarkably like a hiss, the young woman sat up a little straighter. Her movement were like liquid, rehearsed beneath the water and executed to some kind of ethereal perfection. She extended her hand gently, offering it in a greeting. "No, I am not a wolf, but I'm also not like you. You were right about one thing," Bethel began, her voice a smooth, even trill. It sounded sweet, less caustic than the venom-laced tone that was it's dark counterpart. She waited for the other woman to shake her hand, before moving aside so that there was more room on the bench for her to sit down, and converse. " This city is bigger than you think, isn't it? Kind of deceiving in that you think you know a route, or some groups of people... But others always slither to the surface." Bethel gently gave her a smile, every movement fluid and all but screaming predator. While she did not give her name, yet, Bethel's voice and tongue lingered on every "s" in her speech. It wasn't enough to sound like a lisp, or a speech impediment, but it was enough to couple with her exotic features to know that the animal beneath her skin was all but human. |
Replies
- tsunami - By Alexis Wilde on August 18, 2014 at 4:40 PM