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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on May 26, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


An animal was capable of rational thought. An animal could be honest or deceitful. No one ever suspects an animal to be deceiving. In fact, no one ever thinks that an animal could outsmart man. Oh, but they could. The worst thing for man was to confront a creature that was able to think both with the mindset of a human and a beast, and perhaps, that is what makes them those most dangerous. Crouching down in an uncomfortable manner, blue-grey eyes watched as the bars around her only increased in size, starting to feel the coming of what it was like when she was forced to remain in a similar trap. Her tail flicked with annoyance and her sleek form would shift in a manner that showed she could get herself comfortable in such a displeasing scenario giving off the impression that she had been used to this before. With the prized dagger out from her tail, she would place it on top of the desk, her bloody tail ignored. Taking her cold nose she would sniff at it, catching the barest scent of the last member of her pack to carry it. The ordinate handle looked just the same as ever with a little bit of grime and dirt that needed to be cleaned off, but the silver blade continued to gleam even with the tip drenched with some of her blood. Her paw would rest on the handle, her mind rushing to the first time she had seen one of the many coveted pieces from her pack. Yet before she could take a quick trip down memory lane she heard the male speak bringing her back to the sobering form of reality. His mocking tone did nothing more than allow the girl to give him a low growl, her eyes remained on the dagger. She was safe in this cage, for now, and so she didn't think she needed to pay any attention to him for the time being. The only time her eyes left the treasured ritual weapon was when she heard him speak again, this time pinning the death on her pack. Her skull would lift upwards, bloodstained lips pulled back to reveal her sharp rows of teeth as her firm tone held a matter-of-fact note.

"No...they brought it on themselves...always hurting...me."

He would hardly understand. No one ever did. Her pack was unaware that the mistreatment and abuse would only continue to set her off, pushing her deeper and farther away from the cusp of sanity. She was a ticking time bomb and no one in the pack ever considered her as a threat. They assumed they controlled it, they tamed the piece of her that was broken, the piece that made her unhinged. By locking her up, conditioning her to be submissive, attacking her should she succumb to her feral mind, was enough to make her appear tamed. All the harsh treatment did was slowly weave a web of hate, mistrust, and the desire to have some sort of revenge on all that had trespassed against her. It was when the final straw broke the camel's back that had caused her to run amuck and terrorize her own. She had every right to settle a score with her own kind, but even she knew deep down she didn't have to kill everyone. As the bars around her began to disintegrate she would slowly pick herself up, standing back on her four grey paws. Her dial would tilt to the side, one ear twitched when she heard his order. He was not her Alpha nor was he anyone that held some sort of power, as far as she was concerned, he had taken that away as soon as he lifted the cage. Lowering her dial her teeth would take hold of the handle before lifting her head giving the male a warning growl before leaping off the desk, disobeying him.

"Liar...I'm not a pet."

Her harsh words would brush his mind as her sleek ebony and grey form brushed against his leg. She was heading for the partly opened door, taking one grey paw at the crack as she attempted to break herself free. She was not a pet and his degrading orders did nothing but infuriate her.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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