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

HENRY, our lives are built on the death of others


Posted on June 11, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

aiden tetradore

Today was a necessity. He knew that, even as he leaned against that metal wall of the warehouse he'd instructed his Vector to meet him at several days prior. Even so, Tetradore found himself hesitant to bring the man with him to the Ark. After all, he knew his motley crew well and none were particularly welcoming, even if they tried to be. Still, he supposed as a soft huff left his lips, they were now Henry's family. Though he hardly knew the man, Tetradore could not deny that innate connection he had with him, even if he was the only one whom felt it. Henry was his and he felt a peculiar sort of possessiveness he'd never felt before over the man. He could hardly explain it really, that desire to protect Henry, to teach him, hell, the irritable itch he felt within the back of his skull that only seemed to lessen when the man was near. He felt anxious. He hated feeling anxious. Though really, of late, what wasn't there for Tetradore to be anxious of? He shook his head, trying to push those emotions down further into him, needing that placidity when it some came to Henry. After all, he hardly wanted to seem anything but calm when introducing the man to his pack.

A small simper crossed his features as he glanced upwards, almost glad to see that familiar form of his Vector so making his way towards him. The man seemed hardly any better than he was the last time Tetradore had seen him. It made the man worried. Such care for other's minute problems was not usually a personality trait he held and yet...for Tobias and now Henry, such seemed to exist all the same. "How's that guy you love doing?" He commented nonchalantly, hoping that maybe the boy's healing might help assuage his creation's mood. If this was a simple matter of guilt, it would surely be easy to remedy. But if Henry had done worse...well, then this might take more time than he'd initially assumed. He pushed away from that metal side of the warehouse, nodding slightly further down the docks towards that large floating cargo ship in the distance. "Are you ready to meet your pack or do you want to do something else for today?" He was attempting, at least, to be considerate of his vector's mood.

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