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

getting back to the comfort zone


Posted on March 14, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


She could read the pain in his eyes and his voice when he spoke of Nadya and their past. It was obvious he still cared about her a lot and wished things had been different. She couldn't continue beating him up when he looked so damn sad about it. She decided right then that this wasn't her battle. Nadya and Tetradore needed to clear things up between themselves. No one could do that for them. Front now on, she needed to learn to but out, apparently. She nodded in acknowledgement more than anything, sure that he wanted to let this conversation go just as much as she did by now. She knew there was a lot of past between Tetradore, Frost, and Nadya. Probably a lot that she didn't want to hear or she feared it might change her opinions of any or all of them. She didn't want that.

Maybe living in ignorance was better sometimes. Maybe the past was better left there...in the past. She would never admit that probably the most important part of talking to him tonight was to ask him about herself. She felt selfish for it but she didn't care. Nadya had hinted that he might only be befriending her, continuing to hang out with her only because he wanted something on Frost. She didn't want to believe that of Tetradore but even as she uttered the question, she knew what the answer would be. He assured her that he was trying to get her warmed up to him first and she snorted, her eyes finding humor at that. "Yeah right, like I could ever 'warm up' to you then. You were a stuffy panther, all prim and proper. Nothing like the man I met in the bar." She smirked, remembering that night and the fun they had. That is, until she passed out.

It felt almost like he was scolding her when he reminded her that the other pack members could speak false truths. She knew he probably didn't mean it that way but still it felt like the smack of a ruler on a child's hand in class. She didn't flinch or back down though. She never would. Instead she just tilted her head. "Noted." She answered in response. When she admitted her own weakness, he apologized and she shook her head. "Nothing for you to apologize for." Then she brought up the fighting and he snorted, telling her she would get used to the rocking. She scowled. "I doubt I could ever get used to it." Then he shifted from the couch and she stood up, somehow aware that he was going to go somewhere. He moved toward her, teasing at her about her apology and she smirked back. "You bet you will." She murmured.

At his head nudge, she nodded. "Sure. I'd like to see the scene of the crime where I'll kick your silly panther ass some day." Snickering, she moved to trail after him, her tail swishing in amusement.

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