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 .Davante.


Posted on September 27, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


It had been awhile since she had travelled along this side of the West District. Before she joined Tetradore's pack she had been an employee for Lucian and his weapons store. At first when he took her in he had allowed her to help set up the shop and allowed her to organize it the way she saw it. She didn't know much about weapons, but the books she had found at the rundown library provided her the knowledge that made her quite an asset. Lucian was kind enough to show her how to apply her book smarts into action by teaching her how to use the weapons that were housed within his warehouse. She had grown relaxed with the items in the store no longer seeing them as objects to never touch. With her ability to use the weapons and understand them she had become quite the sales person. It had become second nature in knowing just what weapon would be ideal for the different customers that came in. Selling weapons had become a routine and now that she had no need to be knowledgeable on the subject she allowed that knowledge to slowly hide in the back of her mind, unused and unnecessary.

Today she felt it was necessary to go out and find a particular item in mind to give to someone else. Hardly did she like the person at all, and yet, it was the only thing she could think of that would be the ideal olive branch to extend. The day after Frost had attacked her she had not been herself. Severely injured and on the brink of death she had fallen back on her instincts and she did not realize that the Dark Hunter was attempting to provide her aide. Now that she was better she felt obligated to do him some sort of kindness, and that was why she had walked on this side of town looking for a particular type of shop that would hold the item she was looking for.

Finding the shabby looking shop she pushed he door open hearing the familiar sound of the bell ringing, announcing her presence, within the dingy place. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she got used to the low lighting as she moved around through the tall shelves looking for the desk. By her side within one of her hands she held onto an Italian boot that had been torn to near shreds by her very own teeth. She had taken something of value from Azrael and she figured that she could at least return him a better pair of boots. That is, if, Davante had them in the first place. Reaching the desk she noticed a notch on the top of the desk as a flicker of recognition could be seen in her eyes, that particular hole was caused by Davante stabbing her tail on their first meeting. Quietly she waited for the warlock to make his approach hoping he could be some sort of assistance.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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