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 August 30, 2022 by Katarina Foster
West


The woman seemed a little calm for what just went down, but maybe she was just putting on a facade? I would hope she wasn't used to this sort of thing. That would be a little depressing. The woman seemed grateful enough, though I wasn't used to so much praise. I was just doing my job, after all. An escort? Not usually in the books for me, but it was a slow night so far. At least then I would know the fae woman got home safely. The woman seemed relieved that I would come with her, pointing out again how quickly I was able to dispatch of the men. I scowled as I looked again at their whimpering forms. When the woman started to walk, I fell into step slightly behind her so I could better watch the surroundings. With a fae at night, it was always a given that vampires would be nearby. The woman shrugged when I asked about her walking around alone at night, saying she worked at a bar and she didn't have good control of her powers yet.

"Should probably invest in some self defense classes. It could literally save your life." Was she really so new to not know how dangerous it was to be a fae alone at night? Sacrosanct was teeming with vampires. The woman admitted she left her dagger at home then before jumping right back into saying how well I took the men out without powers. I couldn't help but scowl a little when she brought up my powers. I didn't like to talk about them, especially with a stranger I just met. Part of my basic paranoia. Anyone could turn into an enemy. Choosing to be nonchalant, I gave a shrug. "They help me survive, anyway. But so does a lifetime of being on the run." Not wanting to dig into those dark corners either, I glanced back at the woman. "Have you had your powers long? Do you still talk to the one who made you?" I knew it could be a touchy subject for some since being turned into a fae wasn't always voluntary, but at least it would let me know if she had some sort of guardian to watch over her. I'd hate to walk away not knowing if she would survive another night without guidance.