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 15, 2015 by DAREIOS
West



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



The night was moving much faster than he had anticipated. He had left his brownstone in Anacosta Heights rather quickly just after dusk. Though full-bellied and invigorated from feasting on a human for the fist time, in well who knows how long, Dareios' only plan was to get this pestering business Ian left undone out of the way. It seems his stroll to the West side of town had taken longer than he anticipated, and now his dilly-dallying with Sorcha here would require him to hurry home in order to avoid the looming sunrise in two hours or so.

But the vampire was enjoying himself. He was well aware of the time and willing to push it, at least for now, to continue on with this witch and this curious "cargo ship" that lay ahead. Not to mention his interest in her ability to concoct remedies for a vast array of natural and supernatural sorts. He listens to her as she explains vaguely about her potions. She was smart not to give everything away with one simple question. "There are plenty of people who are fond of the word potions." He said with a half smirk growing across his thin lips. "And plenty who are willing to pay a good deal of money for it. Including me."

Dareios didn't answer her when she insinuated that he would be fighting. That was the last piece of the puzzle. He knew exactly where they were headed now. The weres' fighting rings were talked about widely in his various circles, though he never knew of the location. He only assumed it moved around a lot, though probably staying within the confines of the western neighborhoods. Nobody would be looking for them here. Nevertheless, Dareios was certain a vampire wouldn't be welcomed even as a spectator. Not unless he had some great deal of money to bet.

Sorcha finally confirms that she is indeed a witch, something Dareios had concluded some time ago at this point. As she continues to guess his ability, a dark eyebrow raises until finally, he stops mid-stride in front of her. "Wrong again." He speaks in a tone barely more audible than a whisper, and reveals two enlarged canine teeth as a sinister grin creeps over his features.


Dareios | Vampire | Vinyl




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