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
The devil's knocking at my door.
Posted on June 22, 2024 by Nikita
When you feel the walls all closing in and the devils knocking at your door.
The forest is alive around her. The cacophony of life filling the silence of her life like a beautiful symphony. The wounded girl can hardly remember the last time she had been embraced by nature in her shifted form. The pain almost broke the beauty of it; but only almost.
As she lay there, under the cover of the foliage, her eyes drift closed and she listens. She can hear the hooting of an owl. The called out warnings of a predator in their midst. Her mind chuckles at the thought. Her? A threat? Not likely. Not in this...state. She lays her large head on her forelegs and gives a whoomph of breath and a twitch of her whiskers. The few smaller creatures that had let their curiosity get the better of them startle at the movement and scurry back into the undergrowth and away from her. She sighs and closes her eyes, content to simply be alive and in one piece. Mostly.
An unknown passage of time later her ear twitches. Her eyes open slowly and focus will all the strength left in the battered body. Something is moving through the forest. Something large. She gets her paws beneath her with the silence of her kind and waits. The closer the sound gets the more an intriguing and unique scent drifts closer on the breeze. It smells equine but also...different. Alien in some way she cannot place. The fur along her spine bristles and her ears pin flat to her skull. Her lips peeling back from her teeth and over the scent glands in her mouth to get a better taste of this new...creature.
When the figure moves close enough for her sight, she only catches glimpses of pale white legs moving through the bush. Glimmers of fractured moonlight that seemed captured in flesh. When it finally draws even with her bush, Nikita pauses and holds her breath. When a snuffling equine nose pushes it way closer to her, she lifts her head slightly and stretches out to give a good sniff. Huh. Then the bush is being pushed aside and a horn comes into view. A unicorn? She jerks her head back startled, eyes wide. No one had ever told her those were real. Her surprise had momentarily stolen the pain from her mind but the sudden movement caused a spasms of it to fill her mind a moment later. She hisses quietly. An angry rumble of breath and teeth. Her claws raking into the dirt beneath them. "Shit."
It's hardly eloquent first words in a new place. In front of a creature she thought only existed on the pages of a book and yet, here they are all the same. Hopefully this wondrous creature wouldn't hold it against her.
ooc: Sorry for the wait lovely. It was soooooo hot here. Needed to cool down before I could think let alone write. <3
"talks like this"
As she lay there, under the cover of the foliage, her eyes drift closed and she listens. She can hear the hooting of an owl. The called out warnings of a predator in their midst. Her mind chuckles at the thought. Her? A threat? Not likely. Not in this...state. She lays her large head on her forelegs and gives a whoomph of breath and a twitch of her whiskers. The few smaller creatures that had let their curiosity get the better of them startle at the movement and scurry back into the undergrowth and away from her. She sighs and closes her eyes, content to simply be alive and in one piece. Mostly.
An unknown passage of time later her ear twitches. Her eyes open slowly and focus will all the strength left in the battered body. Something is moving through the forest. Something large. She gets her paws beneath her with the silence of her kind and waits. The closer the sound gets the more an intriguing and unique scent drifts closer on the breeze. It smells equine but also...different. Alien in some way she cannot place. The fur along her spine bristles and her ears pin flat to her skull. Her lips peeling back from her teeth and over the scent glands in her mouth to get a better taste of this new...creature.
When the figure moves close enough for her sight, she only catches glimpses of pale white legs moving through the bush. Glimmers of fractured moonlight that seemed captured in flesh. When it finally draws even with her bush, Nikita pauses and holds her breath. When a snuffling equine nose pushes it way closer to her, she lifts her head slightly and stretches out to give a good sniff. Huh. Then the bush is being pushed aside and a horn comes into view. A unicorn? She jerks her head back startled, eyes wide. No one had ever told her those were real. Her surprise had momentarily stolen the pain from her mind but the sudden movement caused a spasms of it to fill her mind a moment later. She hisses quietly. An angry rumble of breath and teeth. Her claws raking into the dirt beneath them. "Shit."
It's hardly eloquent first words in a new place. In front of a creature she thought only existed on the pages of a book and yet, here they are all the same. Hopefully this wondrous creature wouldn't hold it against her.
ooc: Sorry for the wait lovely. It was soooooo hot here. Needed to cool down before I could think let alone write. <3
"talks like this"
Nikita
Valar Morghulis