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

Where you invest your love, you invest your life;


Posted on August 20, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



It's not the long walk home that will change this heart,
But the welcome I receive at the restart.



Dareios was too busy scowling at the sopping mess of his shoe to care much that someone else was lurking in the alley at this time of night. The smell of the sea was strong here, the salt mixing with that of stale vessel oils, gasoline and the sour stench of sewage. The sound of the dark, murky waters chopping up against the algae-lined seawall was distant, but a constant reminder just how close they were to the harbor. For some time, he had Ian keep an old boat here. It was an easy way to unload the unwanted but ultimately necessary ends of his job. For a minute, Dareios had considered using a boat here as a way to rid himself of the corpse that would eventually become what was left of Ian. But the risk was too great. He'd pay someone else to mop up that mess at a later date.

Despite the distracting smells and sounds around them, he could tell she was coming. Human, but not quitethat simple. Her smell wafted in strongly with the breeze, masking that of the nearly permanent putrid odors that otherwise stained this part of town. He didn't expect her to turn the corner quite so fast and was generally startled as their bodies collided. He stepped back quickly, straightening his lean but solid form, doing his best to hide the incisors that had instinctively protruded in almost a defensive form. There was no need to announce what he was just yet.

As she spoke, clearly stunned and disheveled by the minor upheaval, Dareios pretended to care about his own appearance, his hands moving to the edges of his blazer and wiping away make believe residue from the fabric. When she spoke, his gaze refocused on her. She'd caught him in a rare mood -- aroused for mischief or adventure, unsettled by his recent feeding from a former business associate. Dareios was disciplined and usually great at being in control of his urges. He couldn't remember the last time he had fed from a warm and live body. Perhaps that's why he felt so good tonight.

"Don't worry so much. No harm done here." He spoke, his gaze drifting to her backside and focusing on whatever it was that was dribbling to the floor. "It appears you are leaking." He said, raising a hand lazily, one finger pointing to the contents that dripped from the bag. He could smell the contents long before they touched the dirty asphalt at their feet. As a silent dealer in the dark arts, he was all too aware of the potions she was carrying. Quickly, Dareios ruled out fae, she wasn't flightly or dainty enough to be one of them. Perhaps a witch? Maybe this trip to the harbor wasn't quite so bad after all.



Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl


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