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 August 16, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me


It was a dull, vague feeling in the back of his mind that tugged at Tetradore's attention. That connection had been quiet for so long that the sudden presence of it caused him to falter, missing that dodge he usually would not have. His lips pressed together, his eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and yet, his attention was entirely focused upon that feeling rather then his Beta at his side shouting at the screen as the words 'Game Over' flashed across the television for the tenth time that night. That stage of their game had been thwarting the pair of men for two days now, a rarity, considering their often competitive nature an keen ability to work together without fretting over strategy. His gaze briefly deviated from the screen to the window and the darkness beyond. Could she be back, again? After being gone for so long? After that altogether fleeting return - what made this time different from the last? Was it even worth telling them? A soft sigh left the Western King's lips as he contemplated that conundrum, his thoughts interrupted only by that broken inquiry from Tobias' lips. His vibrant emerald eyes turned back towards the boy and the game they'd been playing. "Huh?" He questioned out of reflex only to shake his head ever so slightly. "Oh, no...I guess we should stop here for a bit. It would seem Regan has come back again....maybe."

That glimpse of indecision crossed his features as Tetradore stood, tossing his controller on the sofa. "I guess we should go find out. We can play again tomorrow night." Tetradore committed, reaching up to run his hand through his hair. It was, at the very least, a good opportunity to get the pack together and formally introduce Mira to them all. Although she had ventured onto the Ark more than once, she had yet to meet the pack face to face. He made his way towards the door, only to pause at the entryway. "Raven! I think Regan's back." He shouted down the hallway towards the girl, certain that Raven would hear him in Tobias room, much less any of the rest of the pack that happened to be lingering within those bedrooms that branched off of the hallway. He peeled his shirt from his caramel flesh, tossing it on the floor with the simple knowledge of the form that the ebony tigress so often chose. His jeans fell to the ground but moment's later, the Alpha already picking up the scampering of Raven's own lupine figure as she slid into the hallway with clear exuberance to her closest friend's return. It was sweet, really, that after everything the wolf was still ecstatic to embrace the mute Asian woman.

Those boxers were the last item to fall on the floor before that shift overcame the man, leaving the ebony panther in the place where the man had stood in mere moments. The cat stretched out his muscles, his tail flicked behind him as he glanced back at the lanky form of that spotted leopard. Tobias, it seemed, wasted no time, though he suspected it had little to do with Ragan. After all, the leopard needed little reason to enjoy the figure of his own cat. The panther was altogether content to slowly make his way down the hallway, hardly rushed in any fashion as he reached out to those invisible connections that bound the Alpha to his pack. Gingerly he tugged on those strings, offering them the simple request to join him if they saw fit. That meeting, it would seem, was largely option. Even so, the Alpha stepped from the large floating cargo ship, his vibrant emerald eyes swept over the docks before him only to easily find the peculiar color of Raven's fur and the far, far darker hue of Regan's own. The panther settled upon his haunches on the docks, content to simply watch them from afar. After all, last time, Regan had denied his call to join them. This time, he had every intention of forcing her to come to him.

aiden tetradore

who is in control

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