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
bound to your side, trapped in silence
Posted on June 11, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
Tetradore shifted ever so slightly in place at the sound of Risque's voice, a small frown marring his masculine features. The vampire had a unique way of twisting all his words to benefit her twisted desires in a way that still had a fashion to catch him off guard. He'd expected some degree of consequence at his effort to escape but the meaning resonating within her words had a way of placing a sensation much akin to dread within his gut at the prospect of whatever she had up her sleeve to entertain him. He could feel her shifting closer towards him, draping her figure over his solid form and yet, her nails digging into his flesh as she traced her way down his chest and briefly his emerald eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "You like it when I do." He retorted, willing to admit the truth in this scenario. If Tetradore bended to her will, if he let her break him like she did all her other toys, he doubted he would still be here. He doubted she would enjoy keeping him as a pet for as long as she did. Despite this knowledge, his pride and his stubbornness held out against his wish for freedom. He was determined to as unyielding as ever, despite momentarily glimpses of weakness.
The were panther forced himself to remain still beneath her heavy gaze, doing his best to ignore the threat that lingered on her voice. He had known from the beginning that she would hardly be merciless to the family he'd kept from her. He'd known the moment he had found them that their days were numbered. Frankly, keeping them as a secret from her was just extending their longevity as far as he was concerned. Her promise was no different then the one he knew would be present the moment she found out not only what the secret was, but who they were in relation to him. He pulled away from her, hardly trusting himself not to divulge in some fashion how important it was that she remained oblivious of this secret. Tetradore had every intention of leaving her in the hallway, of finding some sort of reprieve within the loud resonating club. That was, until her command cracked through the air, her power lacing the single word in such a fashion that his figure obeyed immediately against his will. Risque had too man years of practice of her abilities for Tetradore to deny her.
His eyebrows furrowed as he listened to her voice, a soft sigh upon his lips. Tetradore rarely enjoyed the tasks that she set before him, most requiring a crueler nature to carry out. While Tetradore had never hesitated to date, he found himself afraid of Nadya discovering that part of him, the beast that Risque had truly helped to create. "What do you want of me?" He inquired, still finding himself unable to move beneath her power. He was hers for the evening and that much Tetradore knew for sure. Whatever she had up her sleeve was his alone to bare. This was just another reminder that no one in his entire world would understand what he was capable of as much as she was.
