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

i don't wanna be left behind [TETRADORE]


Posted on March 17, 2017 by henry tudor
West



He had watched the ambulance take his boyfriend to the hospital, wanting desperately to go with him. He wanted to be there when Sterling woke up from the surgery he was bound to receive. He wanted to hold his hand and tell him that it would be alright. But deep down, Henry knew it would never be the same. He knew what he needed to do in order to prevent future harm to his boyfriend. He had to learn how to control himself when he shifted â€" he had to. There was no other way.

As he was loaded and taken to the hospital, Henry sat down in the room and wrote his boyfriend a letter explaining where he was going and that he would return...he just wasn't sure when. He needed to control himself and when he had mastered that, then he would return. He had it mailed to the hospital, but something happened and the letter was never delivered. Henry had no way of knowing this...not until he finally came home to a heap of mess that was his boyfriend.

As he walked down the warehouse district, Henry looked for any signs of activity. He didn't know the man's name nor did he really know where to find him. By this point, he was just wandering. In his head, he kept calling out to him...more out of annoyance than anything. He didn't think there was any mind-powers or anything, but hell...he needed to figure out a way to find this guy. He didn't even remember his name. Several people had stopped and asked him who he was looking for â€" but none of which could help him if he didn't have a name.

Sighing in defeat, he sat down on a crate. This had been a mistake. He should be with his boyfriend.



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