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 27, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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


Leo could feel his legs trembling beneath him, his breath entirely ragged as he stared at the coyote. He tried to take a step forward, the pressure on his legs caused him to limp. The pain of her damage to his feet was too much, those teeth apparently capable of doing far more damage than Leo had thought. He stepped forward again, that determination clearly attempting to fight through the pain only for his legs to buckle beneath him, resulting in the Lion falling to the floor. His breath was labored and yet, he was hardly there long before the crowd around the pair roared in its excitement, knowing well that defeat was on the horizon. The count began and yet, throughout that backward counting of numbers, the lion scarcely made an effort to go after the young woman again, any efforts to get back on his feet were entirely half-hearted. It hardly took much longer, however, before Jackal's voice rang out over the crowd as he reached zero, that victory for Malia announced. The fight was over. Leo had lost. The lion hardly made an effort to go after the coyote now that their battle was over. Rather, he crawled towards the edge of that ring, leaving blood in his wake as he sought for that witch to heal those very wounds that afflicted his form.

The ebony were-King made his own way towards the edge of the ring closest towards Malia, gesturing for her to step out of that roped off section. That fight had certainly been revealing about the young woman's fighting style and yet, if he was impressed, it hardly showed upon his placidly apathetic features. "Congratulations, Malia." He murmured, that baritone voice a mere rumble within his mind as he placed his front paws upon that mat, using his own head to lift those ropes to make passing under them easier for the woman. "You should get your ear looked at by the witch over there." He commented, gesturing briefly towards the very area that the lion had slinked off to. The witch in question had gone out of her way to keep a plethora of healing potions in stock, earning herself a cut of whatever the house made for the evening by keeping those fighters mended and those fights going. Another small nod was given towards the bar in the back of the Ark. "They'll give you a free drink for your victory...should you want it." He informed her, his emerald eyes briefly turned back towards the ring, watching for a moment as Jackal arranged the next of those fights.

It was only once he was assured his business was continuing to run in the aftermath of that unanticipated match that Tetradore turned upon those four paws. "Your fight was very....revealing. You might enjoy your time here more than I thought." He informed her, subtly giving the young woman a brief word of encouragement at her actions within the ring. "Perhaps next time, I'll give you that fight you were wanting...perhaps." His voice held a hint of that mischievousness before Tetradore made his way back up those stairs, leaving her to enjoy the fruits of her victory whilst he returned back to that bedroom she had interrupted him from enjoying in that peaceful solitude. Next time would be very interesting indeed.

aiden tetradore

who is in control

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