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 September 10, 2023 by Ashling O'Malley
West



That duck and swipe continued on before Ash made her move. The impact of her heel hitting the were's back coupled with her torso had her grunting in pain, her left arm useless at her side as she dropped to the ground with a whoosh of air from her lungs. She managed to twist to land on her right side, saving the left arm some further damage. When she was somewhat clear of the were who turned towards her, the brilliant blue of her eyes shift to look at Brennan. Fear lay deep in her jeweled eyes until the wind echoes through the area.

Her eyes widen in shock as her good arm shoots out to grab onto something that would offer some form of purchase. With nothing around save the dirt, the young woman tumbles through the crowd that parts for her. She lands in a heap as the air rushes out of her lungs and her blue eyes turn towards the ceiling. The silence that descended was deafening to her ears as she lay panting, drawing ragged breaths in through her reddened lips and rapidly reddening skin.

When boots come into view to her side, she merely turns her head to stare at them silently before her blue eyes travel up to meet Brennan's silver-blue ones, familiar ones with a familiar look in them. "Go on, take your shoe, little witchling. He has little need for it." His voice rings out above her, so achingly familiar that she almost leaned closer, instead she blows out a breath of air to move a piece of hair, "How did you know I wa---" She doesn't finish the sentence, a huff leaving her lips as she turns to look at the spiked-heel and then back up at Brennan. She clears her throat,

"Come on, let's get you to the medic. I have some winnings to claim." Her lips part to respond to the first bit, "There's no way that I am letting some creep touch me" she huffs out, the ire slowly rising in her eyes though only slightly comical by the way her skin is looking more like it matches her hair now. "And-- -YOUR- winnings?" She manages to spit out as she lifts her good hand to grasp his tightly, "I do think half of it is mine." She gestures down towards her blood soaked clothing and at the heel that she scooped down to get.


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