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

TETTYPOO kisses & kerosene;


Posted on May 19, 2014 by Risque
West

SCREAM baby, SCREAM;


Risque had been meticulously observing him, it was a wonder he didn't feel her icy blue eyes boring holes through his skin, ripping through him like bullet holes. Perhaps he had grown too comfortable with escaping Syn against her orders that he felt he could tonight without a hitch. Wrong. Tetra had been ratted out by a loyal servant weeks before he started giving the her the slip out the back door. "Tetra.." She coos a darkly suggestive thread hanging in the air. Her voice rang sharper now like the blade of a scalpel greedy to slice through fresh with ease. "Now where is it do you think you are going, hm?" This had better be good. The vampire woman had a bone to pick with her unruly feline.



Moving with a deliberate and poised, predatory slink, she glided toward him, heels clicking against the polished obsidian floor. The light overhead made her pale skin gleam like moonlight, her eyes narrow only slightly as the rest of her face remained incomprehensible as to just what she had in store for him. She anticipates his dissatisfied and defiant glare, his clipped responses.



She moves behind him like she were the feline and he was a rabbit, but we both know he was not oblivious, and that he possessed his own impressive set of sharp teeth. She was dressed in a strappy looking outfit, that looked more fitting for an s&m event than an outfit she wore to meetings. Her four inch closed toe heels, adding to her height as if to appear more imposing. Not that she ever needed the help in that department.



For a moment her hand reaches out to him to touch him on the shoulder, a firm unpleasant grip with nails digging slightly through his shirt and into flesh, knowing very well her touch repulsed him, yet not giving a single damn of his discomfort, if anything she finds enjoyment of his squirming. She did not remove her hand, instead she eyed him, intently to see what spews out of his mouth now. Her irritation is well concealed, her unnerving gaze unfaltering, save for the slightly raised arched brow. "I know you have been a very bad... kitty.." She lets the words sensually roll off her lips as if laced with her cruelty that he certainly knew she possessed.





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