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

Can't you take them for free?


Posted on March 09, 2022 by Malia
West


Why did she ever let Frost talk her into this stuff? The WereCoyote dusted off her clothes as she walked out of the woods by the park. Those feral squirrels weren't wanting to go to a pack any time soon so why did he think she would be able to convince them? Because she was once feral herself? Psh. Malia rolled her eyes as she started down the sidewalk, making her way back to the pack house. All she kept getting was acorns and rocks thrown at her and sometimes even a squirrel bombing that left her rolling in the dirt as she fought off multiple assailants at a time. She had to admit, they were quite persistent and vicious. If she wasn't a quick healer, she'd have plenty of tiny holes in her from those long sharp teeth. This past time, she might have done a little more damage than she'd meant to, though. She'd gotten so worked up while fighting them that her power went into effect and she might have blown a hole in the forest.

A couple oak trees fell and the ground caved in. The squirrels seemed a little terrified after that, but luckily none of them were hurt. When she started trembling and getting hotter, they sort of figured out something was wrong and got away from her, running to trees. They did get pretty pissed when the trees they were in fell, but even so, no one was hurt from what she saw. They just gave her more distance now and really refused to talk to her now. Maybe she'd get Frost to try his luck, cause it definitely wasn't working for her.

Her clothes were ripped and dirty, probably even burnt in some places from the explosion. Her hair was definitely a mess, but Malia didn't seem to have a care in the world as she walked down the sidewalk. People stared and some even pointed, but if they made eye contact too long, she'd just give a glare and maybe even show some fang to get them to look away. The surprised gasp always made her giggle a little. The Were was getting in better spirits when she saw the man walking toward her, a funny looking stick coming out of his mouth. Sure, she'd seen people smoking before, but she hated the smell and didn't understand why they did it. The last time she'd wanted to ask, but Frost stopped her. Well, he wasn't around this time. Smirking to herself, Malia purposely stepped into the man's path and scowled in his direction, tilting her head a little. "Hey, that smells disgusting. Why would you stick it in your mouth?"


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