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

Don't fret precious, I'm hereISOLT


Posted on November 18, 2014 by Davante Dorian
West
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

While the masquerade had been an incriminating disaster, there had been a handful of developments from the figurative flames (okay, maybe literally) that the warlock had encountered. There had been many familiar faces, and individuals that Davante had grown closer to had presented themselves throughout the evening with a stunning variety. He had almost enjoyed the deliberate attempt that Raven had made to coerce Tobias against Davante, especially as the discussion had ended in Tobias' strange attempt at committing Davante's transgressions to the past with the aid of his hand. Rather than his own relationships and conversations, Davante had managed to notice the red headed woman who had garnered his partner's attention. The way Damon had looked at her struck a chord in the warlock, enough so that he had paid attention to their canoodling throughout the party.

In an attempt to understand the vampires' relationship, Davante had done his own research. While relatively conclusive, he had chosen a different route at luring the woman out of the shadows in an effort to get to know the vulnerability his partner had. In their business, it was essential to understand what might be the weaknesses of those around you, incase of their exploitation. But Isolt? Davante had little to no interaction with her, though he knew her name well by word of mouth. He hardly wanted to meddle in the affairs of vampires, but as the affairs of Damon's became intrinsically related to his own, the warlock took a special interest in the vulnerability that he had seen linked to her in the male vampires eyes.

Working in the shop that was closer to home than the apartment inhabited mostly by the small black cat, Church, who adopted it, Davante had procured an item that was very, very intruiging. He had heard of it's protective properties, and assumed that such a thing would be appropriate for a popular woman that struck interest in the hearts, eyes, and bodies of the men she approached. For this reason, Davante had forged his efforts into crafting an ornate but dainty and delicate-looking knife for the vampire to keep on her body. It was a fair statement to assume such a beautiful, delicate looking creature may embody those traits as well, and so he had preoccupied himself with the task of creating her protection. He was assured, by himself, that Damon might appreciate the gesture and as he had found himself in such a mood, Davante had went ahead crafting a knife made of the strongest metal malleable to him set in an ivory hilt, adorned with diamonds of his own creation. The ivory had a filigree design etched into it's soft material, simply waiting to slip into the hands of Isolt. When the artifact was finished, he sat in his chair in the dimly lit work room at the back of the shop which was in view of the counters Tobias often lounged upon, debating on how to contact said vampire to distribute her gift of protection to her.







D A V A N T E



Don't fret, precious.
I'm here.


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