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
welcome to the end; open
Posted on January 12, 2015 by KINGSLAY
KINGSLAY
There are too many memories.
He remembers the first time he felt blood, warm and wet against his cheek. He remembers death, and how, for him it had meant life. He remembers the way her organs felt against his skin, and the moment he knew it was wrong. He remembers even though he shouldn't, even though he was too young.
Now, he cannot stop remembering.
Now, the thrum of hearts beating is all he can hear.
There are lyrics that are scribed into his heart; over and over, the words are italics and carved in through the muscle and the membrane. The songs that they recite are always morbid. The melodies always sound like blood and bones and grenades.
On the outside he is unwavering, with his lips pulled tight (an underscore drawn beneath the word 'stoic') and his eyes dark and glass and empty. Inside, he is rattling. There are things that grow and evolve in the pit of his belly, that forge holes through his flesh and around his organs for the roots that grow out of them. There are things that are dark, and cruel, and as empty as his eyes, and he is their vessel.
Inside, he is rattling.
Inside, he is wrong.
He is veiled in death; the smells of it are sick and sweet, and they curl around the contours of his body like fog across mountains.
He is so wrong.
And so, he made the Gods themselves bend at the knee.
Replies
- :: He'll Only Break Your Heart :: - By Tobias on January 12, 2015 at 9:59 PM
- welcome to bones under earth, - By KINGSLAY on January 13, 2015 at 9:06 AM