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 July 28, 2021 by Raven Cain
The last nine months had been a complete whirlwind. Those numerous sleepless nights, stressful days, and those endless thoughts of self-doubt were all well worth it as a new Mother. Those first few nights and weeks were extremely difficult for the new Mother. Everything was a first, and although she devoured as many books as she could, watched various videos, and participated in classes, she still felt uncertain and unprepared. Tobias seemed to roll with the punches. He assisted in his way as best he could. When Tobi changed the diaper, it was backward at first, and yet, she was proud of him. Whenever her son would cry, she would try to quickly comfort him, if only so it wouldn't upset her mate, but when she couldn't, he was there to help. The two of them were surprised and at peace when they realized their son would settle in his arms while he purred, that sound calming him and putting him to sleep. The two of them worked together, doing the best they could as they raised their son together in the cabin. However, when they were back with the pack in their new home, Raven was grateful that their family was willing to step in and help the new parents.
Never in her wildest dreams did she envision she would be where she is now. While the rest of the pack entertained their rambunctious patrons, Raven enjoyed this moment of peace alone with her son. Always before his bedtime, she would read to him, knowing it was vital for him to hear her words because he would be speaking soon. During the day, the young Mother would practice simple words with him like Mama or Dada. Of course, he would respond with rambling vowels, but she would wait patiently, waiting for the day he would say it. Tonight, her son sat in her lap, his dark blue eyes with golden flecks focused on the colorful pages of the book, his left hand gripping his plush bear tightly. Like any Mother, Raven read books with dramatic flair, giving the characters funny voices, beaming proudly when her son cooed or wiggled his hands with approval.
At this, Raven playfully took a deep breath of air, and dramatically puffed her cheeks out, and then started to push the air out, sometimes moving it over his hair or in the direction of the book. Hearing his sharp cry and giggles made Raven repeat the gesture, the little boy banging his plush bear into his other hand, tickled pink. Eventually, the she-wolf would finish the book, taking note of her son as not tired yet. Typically, after a book, he was ready to go off into the land of nod. Instead, he seemed to stay wide awake. With a flick of her wrist, Raven would gently pick the book up and direct it over to its slot on the little bookshelf, all while shifting her son to rest up against her chest. Humming softly, she looked around the softly-lit room, tugging on some of the shadows nearby and letting them glide over and around her son, noticing how her son liked to watch them move around. The familiar sound of the nursery door prying open caught her attention. With a small smile, she gave her husband a defeated sigh as she murmured to him.
At this their son would turn his face, a wide grin on his face as he waved his plush bear towards his Father, babbling away.
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- he'll only break your heart - By Tobias on August 16, 2021 at 3:10 PM