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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on May 10, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for


The were-King reclined within that golden hued throne, entirely content to look down upon his domain in a wholly indifferent fashion. His leg had been tossed over one of the arms of the chair, his elbow propped up on the other as his chin rested within the palm of his hand. He hadn't bothered to put his own shirt back on after his fight within the ring earlier that evening, those once thick scratches upon his fit figure had begun to heal to the point that they looked no more then angry pink marks on that otherwise pristine caramel flesh. He could already tell that the rhino below was certainly going to come out of the fight a winner. It was hardly worth the fight, really. The lion was far too focused on using sheer strength rather than making an effort to outsmart his opponent. Those emerald eyes were so focused upon the fight below that the were-King hardly saw the familiar form of the coyote enter in his ship. Nor did he notice the woman as she snuck up the staircase that led to the man's own viewing platform. After all, it was right at that very moment that the rhino had seen fit to charge, and effectively end that fight.

The roar of the crowd at that decisive victory clearly held Tetradore's attention as he watched Jackal assist in pulling that injured lion out of the ring and, in turn, take on the task of adding new fighters in their place. It wasn't until that particularly energetic voice called to the man that Tetradore's attention turned, a singular eyebrow rose at that command to get up. On any normal basis, the man was fully capable of being utterly stubborn when told to do much of anything. Rebelliousness was one of his better traits. He had considered, briefly, doing just that before three distinct words caught him off guard - 'paintings to steal'. "What?" He inquired briefly as he watched her. Tetradore remembered well informing both her and his Vector of his eternal agitation of having his efforts to steal that painting of the ocean disrupted not once, but twice. He had made no additional effort after that, however. Things had gotten too.....chaotic since then. Surely that was not the painting she was hinting at, was it?

It was with an exasperated sigh that the Western Alpha pushed himself from that chair, that puzzled look surely clear upon his features. "All right....I'm up." He muttered, his arms crossing over his chest as if to say 'now what'. After all, whatever the woman was up to, it was clear she had a distinct plan in mind. He was simply waiting to see what it was before the Alpha decided if he intended to partake or not. Even so, he could hardly help the way those emerald eyes briefly fluttered down the young woman's petite frame, altogether aware of the snug way in which her jeans fit against her hips. Someone had gotten this whole....human dressing thing figured out.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me

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