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

sounds like lung trouble


Posted on March 10, 2022 by Malia
West


The man stopped thankfully and threw a question back at her. The WereCoyote didn't know what she was expecting but she wasn't expecting that. Maybe a rude comment back or for him to just ignore her completely, but he was actually willing to humor her. Great! Her scowl deepened as she wrinkled her nose. "Well they smell horrible and they probably taste worse. They're certainly no cheese fries." She used her favorite food for reference, one brow quirking as she waited to see what he would say back to that. Meanwhile, she could tell he was probably judging her current state, but she didn't mind. Malia was never called classy or vain. In fact, she'd refuse to wear clothes completely if Frost didn't make it a rule early one that she needed to look somewhat decent out in society. Being in Were form was always her preferred state anyway, so she wouldn't mind always being ready to shift. Her nose only wrinkled more at his next statement before shaking her head vehemently.

"Taking what edge off? And why would I want to put something gross in my mouth? Probably makes everything after taste bad, too." Even so, she watched with mild curiosity as he pulled a box out of his pocket and flipped it open. Her head tilted again in question. "Charge? You pay money for those?" The woman couldn't help but chuckle when he mentioned her clothes. "I took more than an edge off. Some trees fell, some squirrels got pissed, grass got burned. Good times." She couldn't help but smirk as she thought about it. But a thoughtful scowl formed on her lips at the last part of what he said. "Fashion statement? Clothes doesn't talk, silly. You're lucky I'm even wearing any." She couldn't help but laugh at herself, not thinking about how a human might take that. Okay, maybe she'd been hanging around other Were's too much recently.

Somehow, Malia found herself easily falling into conversation with this stranger. She had no idea who he was or where he was going when she accosted him, only that he smelled like a human and seemed pretty easy-going as far as humans went. He excused himself suddenly to blow smoke away before saying she probably shouldn't be in his way if she didn't like it and her smirk only widened a bit as she quirked a brow again. "If I wasn't in your way, then I couldn't get an answer to my question." She offered back with a light shrug. Suddenly, the Were's eyes lit up and she straightened, looking around before back at him. "You hungry? I'm starving."



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