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
hold on to this lullaby;
Posted on June 22, 2015 by Claire Grace
Hold on to this lullaby; even when the music's gone
She was curious, always curious as she tuned into the pack bond while sprawled out on the floor of the living room surrounded by a variety of books. Part of what she had been trying to do lately was to conquer her fears. It had started with her gift while standing in the middle of their yard, a warmth that had infused her body and caused her to turn inwards to study herself. In turn, she had studied the pack bond, content in her knowledge that she would be able to find him should she need to. Hence the curiosity on why he was moving way too far west, it causes her to shift slightly upon the floor knowing she should probably stay put. Her urges caused her to throw caution to the wind and stripped in the living room, not able to shift with her clothing since that night in the park, no matter how hard she tried.
She exited the house, leaping deftly from couch to window sill and through the window as if she'd done it many times before. She took to skulking through the streets, her pale fur a beacon in the darkness, she'd get mistaken for a small dog but one look at the angular face would peg her as not domesticated. She was content to set a pace through the streets, paws barely touching the ground as she ran, happy in this one activity. But her anxiety increased the closer she wove herself to the West side, knowing the warnings about this other pack and their dangers to her.
She tried to project an aura of confidence as she lingered at the edge of a warehouse as she studies the group, but a loud noise causes her to startle and streak across the street to bump her head against Frost's leg with no warning before pressing up against him in greeting. The creaking of the boat in the distance causes her head to lift, her body to still and her ears to perch forward for the briefest of moments. The fact that her Alpha hadn't shifted his stance in reaction causes her to relax as she studies the others, even going so far as to prance to Calliel, shove her nose against her leg and inhale as if trying to figure out what she was, the other's scent had cloaked the fact that the girl was human. She pulled back, sneezing as if the scent of the human was too much in her were-form and instead of a greeting she twists around Frost's legs to investigate the other with barely a word and too much nose.
Replies
- cool babies! - By Rixon Leifsson on July 12, 2015 at 10:40 PM