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 October 08, 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


Her mind lingers for a moment on the money she would make tonight at the fights. She had already tucked away a chocolate chip cookie - two of them really - in a pocket in her backpack that she hoped would avoid the spillage so as to appease the two leaders for a bit. The Were's were not quite trusting of her yet, she was an unknown in their world after all. A stranger selling stranger things to them but they were beginning to trickle in. A curious question here and then a purchase of a more mild potion there, all a quest to see just how real her potions were. Whether they could indeed help them or if she was trying to swindle them. Not that swindling Were's was a very savvy thing to do. She didn't want to get her throat ripped out by a snarling lion or her skull kicked in by a mulish horse.

It is only as she mentions potions that she seems to catch a glimpse of something in his eyes, maybe a sort of keen interest, and she frowns very slightly. He was hedging quite a bit and while he was a handsome man he didn't seem as.. wild, yes, wild, as the Were's she had met thus far. But certainly he wouldn't continue this charade if he wasn't and he was only lost. Maybe a rogue of some sort (which was still dangerous on it's own). She could handle him and the moment he mentions money her own ears seem to perk, her eyes widening slightly as she once again takes in his tailored suit. "Is that so? Well I am in the business of selling said potions. What kind would you be in the market for? But I don't deal in any of that black magic kind of stuff," she warns. "Poisons and the like." No, that would go against her nature.

Once more she tries to guess what he is, waiting with a more cautious look on her face to see if she has hit the mark, when he abruptly stops and she jolts to a stop as well, a hint of wariness in her eyes. The moment she stops she shifts to the balls of her feet, ready to take off at a run if he is indeed a rogue with a taste a bit more abnormal, but what she spies is worse. He is not a Were.

He is a vampire.

And he is flashing her the kind of smile that one did not flash to be friendly. The earth rumbles beneath them, a slight warning as her hands have shifted down to feel the steady thrum of the earths beats below. It was her element, of course, and came readily to her aid. "A vampire," she breathes, remaining before him. Running might trigger a response to chase and feast. Standing up to him might keep her alive. Still, the rumble is a warning to him not to get too brash. She would be exhausted if she had to use it for any length of time but she would do what was necessary. "Well, I certainly doubt you were on your way to the fights. Tobias and Tetra don't seem the sort to allow other predators on their ship. So just what exactly are you doing out here?"

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN
Thanks Vii❣

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