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

when the last eagle flies


Posted on June 15, 2024 by AISLINN
West

When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning


Oh, how the dark depths of those evergreen trees were a welcomed reprieve from the smog soaked city of Sacrosanct! The hustle and bustle of the metropolitan had quickly lost its glamor for the gaelic Queen. The modern world might have been a wonder to behold but in the progressive march of technology, it had lost the appreciation for simpler things in life that had for so long surrounded Aislinn. Even their food was a...monstrocity - those greasy 'french fries' and frozen 'hamburgers' were an abomination compared to the warm leaven bread and thick hearty stews she'd once slaved to craft for a small family long lost to time. How those faded memories teased at the edge of her brain - though even the faces of her daughters had become...warped and indistinct. Aislinn's head shook roughly, sending her stark white locks flying before those perfect ringlets fell delicately upon the slender slope of her neck. A serpentine tail lashed against her flanks in a small display of agitation, her equine form so clearly revealing her emotions in a way that was eternally infuriating. Fortunately few ventured this deep within the Sacrosanct outskirts, certainly not anyone to notice the misstep from the ethereal unicorn that moved with an otherworldly glow through the umbrage of the moonless night.

Overhead, an owl hooted in a quiet warning, the rabbits underfoot scurried closer towards her, whispering in their secretive language of a predator nearby. Their palpable anxiety was enough to draw her focus back to the present - though their fear was not something the unicorn shared. She was confident in her abilities, arrogant, even, after watching lifetimes pass her by. A soft puff left her nose as Aislinn tentatively stepped towards the bush the wildlife around her seemed to fear. The leaves crunched under her hooves as she moved closer and with each step she took, her entourage seemed to move further back. She shoved the slender roundness of her nose into the foliage, pushing it aside only to stare curiously at the collapsed wildcat hidden beneath the branches. Dried, old blood filled the air surrounding the creature though any wounds were almost impossible to see with the feline's current placement. She nudged the jaguar's figure, trying to encourage it into some state of consciousness. How unexpected of a find was this...

Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
it's the last unicorn

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