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 stars in their orbits


Posted on May 13, 2014 by NADYA
West


and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon


While the fear had dissipated some, it didn't seem like it would leave the woman completely. Nadya saw no threat save for herself and she had done all she could to try and ease the worries that her claws would turn. The woman's words meet her ears, skull tilting slightly to the side in curiosity at each part. So the scent on her had meant she was a Were too, yet from her words implied she was not jaguar, both had Nadya questioning what the woman's animal form was and the next on why she hadn't just shifted when the men approached, surely she was taught that they were better off that way. Nadya had been planning on taking her animal form as close to the coffee shop as possible but it seemed that plan wasn't going to work this morning. Slowly Nadya lifted a paw to softly tap one of the woman's legs, indicating a certain "tag your it" before stalking from the alley down the barren walkway between the abandoned warehouses, after a couple paces her golden gaze glanced back to make sure she was following before continuing on.



Nadya kept a stash of clothes throughout the city now, just in case she found herself needing to revert back to human form unexpectedly. That's where Nadya headed now, a few alleyways down to a crevice created by a stack of broken and tossed aside wooden pallets, her black coat reducing to smooth flesh, bones crunching and twisting to return to human form. Once clawed paws, now delicate fingers, pulled the clothes from between the pallets and quickly dressed in the black dress, black lace overlaying the top half. Nadya stepped away from her hiding place, pulling on the Aphrodite sandals as she went. Her golden cats eyes were gone, replaced by chocolate brown, scanning the area for the woman she had just saved. Her fingers raked through her hair, gathering the dark wavy locks to one side, briefly wishing she had a brush to put to it feeling a mess after shifting. A genuine smile tugged at the corner of Nadya's lips as she caught sight of the woman, though kept her distance, just in case the threat of a jaguar attack had been the only thing keeping from being harmed. She wouldn't be able to keep Tobias from telling Tetradore if she got harmed and never live it down after telling him she was perfectly capable of being out and about, meeting other people, without the "guard kitty".



"You're welcome. I'm new around here too...well, sort of, I haven't been here long. If you're a Were too, then why didn't you shift back there?"


Nadya Tetradore


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