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.

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QUITE AN EXPERIENCE TO LIVE IN FEAR, ISN'T IT? [OPEN]


Posted on October 10, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
West
quite an experience to live in fear, isn't it?
She screams. A terrible, silent keen, into the night. She's dreaming again. If you could call the horrible nightmares that plague her as anything less then what they were. She lays there, tangled in a mess of her own limbs -- thrashing and clawing. She wounds herself, her fingers lifting away pieces of her own skin. Bite marks cover her arms, bruises and scars, cover everywhere else. There's blood, it seeps from her wounds and into the sheets beneath her.

Ultimately, it is the scent of the blood that wakes her. That unmistakable coppery scent...like old pennies.

Her eyes slam open. A flicker of amethyst in the darkness. Her body is slick with sweat and blood...a normal occurrence. Regan watches, stretching and assessing the damage with each smooth roll of muscle and sinew.

In the back of her mind, Regan can still feel his teeth inside her neck. The stench of blood permeating her thoughts, both mentally and in reality. She shakes her head, pressing the heels of her palms against her eyes. It's always, always the blood that wakes her.

Regan closes her eyes, focuses her Chi and begins to meditate. Slowly, the world slips away...and Regan slips inwards. Falling into herself and the abyss that lingers just inside. She can feel herself growing restless, like an itch just under the skin. She needed to shift.

With a groan, she heaves herself up from her bed and pads silently into the bathroom. Her hand reaches for the shower nozzle, turning the water to cold and she slips inside. The cold water at first is a shock to her heated skin and then it soothes the burning ache of her wounds. She stands beneath the spray for an indeterminate amount of time, until finally, she shuts off the water and wraps herself in a towel.

Blindly she reaches for some clothes hanging in her closet. A loose fitting hoodie and a baggy pair of jeans. She doesn't bother with anything else...she doesn't plan to be wearing them long.

Within moments she is outside her ramshackle apartment. Her bare feet stepping silently out into the darkness of the night.

She leaves the vicinity of her apartment complex and heads towards the ocean. The sound of the waves has always held a calming effect. The shadows were thick -- almost as if they were a living, breathing entity all their own. The branches overhead swayed and creaked, adding to the eerie ambiance of the night.

Regan takes a moment to slip into a bunch of overgrown bushes, shedding her clothes and her skin. When she emerges, she is darkness itself -- woven into the form of a tiger. Her eyes, amethyst, like before are the only give-away that the small slip of a girl and this glorious beast are one in the same.

The ocean breeze drifts across her heightened senses. Her lips peel back over her fangs, a silent chuff escaping her lips. Regan tunes into her other senses and with a flick of her tail, she melts back into the darkness. A silent predator of the night.


R E G A N


chi manipulation - single - 20 years - weretiger - played by megs
that's what it is to be a slave

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