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

I'm rusted from the rain open


Posted on November 05, 2014 by Felicity Crow
West Reopen Thread


Someone had given her clothes, but she couldn't remember who that might have been. It had been so long since she had stood upright that even the absence of fur, the feeling of air on her ivory skin was enough to send it crawling, let alone tolerate the constant shifting contact with the fabric. It showed in her face that she was agitated despite her attempts to hide it, and she avoided making eye contact as she drifted down the sidewalk in her newfound jeans and tank top. She was still barefoot, but that was fine; her soles were tough and black.

It was probably about nine o'clock and already dark. Felicity truly had no idea where she was going, only that this place was unlike any other she had encountered; this city did not spit her out the way others did, or make her feel as though she were on the wrong existential plane as she felt when she bothered to hide herself. It did not cross her mind that she might stay here, only that it was non-hostile and even, dare she say it, almost friendly, enough to intrigue her.

Still, she had no idea where she was going. All the intrigue in the world couldn't solve that problem in a city she didn't know, full of people she'd never met or heard of. Her pale eyes flicked between the gazes of others out on the street, and she began to notice that a few people here and there did not look as accepting as some of the others. In fact, she began to see the difference between friendliness and acceptance. Just because these people had not thrust her out into the wild again did not mean they liked her. Felicity had been feeling the effects of the other Night creatures' presence; she did not feel out of place here as she did on a street full of clueless humans.

They were like her, but they were not family.

Her cold body cooled further as she suddenly felt the unfriendly eyes of a dozen people. People around her shivered suddenly, and her breath misted while others' didn't. She felt like someone might be following her, and listened.

There was nothing. Felicity was suddenly alone. She had wandered down darker and darker streets without noticing, and now she could see light glinting on water and hear small waves lap at the undersides of boats and buoys.

She did not want to turn around. From behind her came the sounds of movement, of handfuls of people flitting about in the dark to take care of unknown business. Aside from the slivers of dim light peeking out of covered windows in the buildings behind her and the cargo ship in the water before her, the darkness was complete. Even with her sharp eyes, there were details Felicity could not make out in the dark that would have very much liked to, and this put her on edge as she warily turned back toward the sketchy-looking buildings.

In her fear, the damp ground became slick with ice and the walls of the alley through which she hurriedly walked grew glittery with thick frost.

She could feel eyes on her back.


Felicity Crow
I'm rusted from the rain
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