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

my soul has never led me wrong


Posted on September 10, 2015 by sorcha
West
there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


On another day Sorcha would be more inclined to pay closer attention to her new acquaintance, to perhaps note that he did not move in the specific manner of a Were. Of course, Were's didn't think they moved in such a manner but she had a keen eye and could note the swagger of a predator. Daerios was a predator of his own kind that she had yet to meet in person. Honestly she knew that most supernaturals were not like the stories portrayed - at least the ones she had met. Still, she felt a hint of fear at the idea of a vampire. They had to drink blood of another to survive, after all, and she knew her blood was somewhat enticing for the magical qualities that had seeped in. Sorcha is a curious being, constantly asking questions when it would be more prudent to keep her mouth shut, in which case might actually help her in this unwitting situation she has thrust herself in.

His question draws her attention, although she noticed the way he watched her before. It didn't bother her like some people. Sorcha was a watcher too, it was how she earned her money, watching and deducing things about a person before she ever spoke to them. It was easier to sell potions that way since most people didn't want to bridge conversation about their own problems first. She glanced at him with a side smile, hands gripping the straps of her bag against her shoulder. "It was a potion. Or medicine, whatever you want to call it. Semantics and all. Some people don't like the word potions." She says, backtracking quickly since Daerios was in a suit after all, and most people in suits didn't like hearing the word potion since it inferred ideas of magic (which wasn't far off the truth).

"I like to make things naturally if I can," she said, voice easing now as they rounded another corner. Heck, if he was headed towards the Were fights and was a Were himself then what did it matter? He might be another customer. "Some are magical, though, if you've need for some more speed or strength for your fight." Her voice is smooth now, raising a brow at him, assuming that he was a fighter. There is something about him that strikes her as one. She grins wide at his comments, not at all put off by his questions and chuckles. "If I was a Were I think I'd be some sort of cat. You know the saying, curiosity killed the cat. But I am nothing so fancy, I'm just a witch." Her gaze follows him as he moves in front of her and she keeps up the pace, amused by their conversation. "Hmmm, you strike me as something fierce. Maybe YOU are a snake or a jaguar. Ah, that has to be it, a jaguar! Tell me I am close," she says, snapping her fingers at the last thought and waiting for his answer.

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN
Thanks Vii❣

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