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 September 08, 2015 by DAREIOS
West




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



He found his mind wandering briefly to what lay ahead. What, perhaps, this 'cargo ship' meet up could be about. He was old enough to know that whoever they were about to meet wouldn't be as naive as Sorcha here. They would make him a vamp, and rather quickly. Though Dareios tended to be on the friendlier side of his genre, there were plenty of other "types" out there that just didn't get along. Many didn't care for the vampire lifestyle. The hunters hunted his kind, too. But Sorcha seemed too kind to be walking into anything too dangerous. He watched her intently, doing his best not to hover, but to gather as much information as possible about her and where they were going. If there was malicious here, he'd smell it on her.

"So what was it? That broke?" He asks, cutting through the silence between them, bored of listening to the staccato echoes of his fine shoes against the grainy, uneven and damp asphalt. When she accuses him of being a wolf, it is difficult at first, for him to contain his disgust. Not that Dareios had any real feelings of ill will against shifters. He was just glad that he wasn't one. "Ha, God no." He said after a huff of a chuckle escaped from between his thin lips. "Care to try again?"

As they round the next corner, Dareios' eyes scatter over their new surroundings, watching the shadows momentarily for activity, but his demeanor quickly falls back at ease, and his concentration back on Sorcha. It was a bit foolish for him to linger here, but he was still curious. "And what are you, Sorcha?" He asked, stepping a few feet in front of her and swiveling around, walking in front of her and walking in stride, his steps only backward now. "A snake?"


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl

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