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

too wild for you


Posted on October 11, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


His words took her by surprise. He sounded like even worst of a realist than she was. She quirked a brow and tilted her head at him for a moment before reaching up and pattin ghis cheek lighty. "It's okay Tetty-poo, I believe there's someone out there for everyone, even you." Her eyes danced with mischief as she talked to him in a baby voice, her lips tugging into a grin as she giggled. When she pointed out the house owner's affinity for men though, Tetradore actually looked puzzled for a second. She could see him sniffing the air. She smirked, watching before he said he'd pass. She made a pouty face, poking out her bottom lipl "Aw, but he could have been your forever." She said in a sad voice. When they got to the door, she pulled out the lockpick. She giggled lightly at his comment about her practicing. "Maybe you should be watching your door at night more..." She said in a teasing whisper. She was totally joking, but he didn't have to know that. Plus, she couldn't help it. He was just too much fun to tease.

They made it through the awkward moment in the closet only for him to lead her upstairs and show her the painting. She didn't see what was so special about a boat but it seemed to mean something to Tetradore and that was enough for her. He told her about the paint last time he tried to take it and she couldn't help but tease him about it. He muttered a response and she grinned, lifting a brow at him. "Oh, I don't know. It could have been masterpiece material." She whispered back slyly. She did as he told her with the painting, angling it so he could duck underneath. She couldn't make out what he was doing under there but it wasn't long before he was telling her to lift it off the wall so she could wrap it in the blanket. As they were about to head back to the door, though, the owner's sleepy voice echoed in the hallway. Malia moved without thinking, pulling Tetradore into the first room she could find. She knew the owner wouldn't go back to bed without thinking his companion with him and she couldn't very well open the door to let the dog back in from here so she had to think on her feet.

Instead she handed Tetradore the painting and told him to get out before slowly opening the door. She shifted before she could really think about it, concentrating on what the dog looked like so she could be its double. Once she was sure the transformation was in place, she moved out into the hall and followed the owner into the room. She watched the door and it wasn't too long before she saw the shadow move past the doorway. She made a snorting noise in approval. Thankfully it was a noise the bulldog must make a lot cause the owner didn't stir. He was snoring in seconds. She rolled her eyes, slowly making her way out of the room. Once back in the hallway, she shifted back human, miraculously keeping her clothes this time. She gave a little gasp of triumph before bringing her hand to her mouth. The owner made a grunting noise and turned over but seemed to fall right back asleep. For now, she was safe.

Sighing, she snuck back downstairs, only to find Tetradore at the door. She couldn't help but snort and roll her eyes. "This is as far as you've made it? Come on, I thought you were a sneaky panther." She giggled lightly as she made her way over. "Now, watch and learn, Dory." Smirking, she moved the curtain aside in the kitchen door, looking for the dog. As if on cue, he came around the corner and saw her. Of course, he immediately started barking. She opened the door, making sure Tetradore was behind it with her as the dog came skidding inside. His little short legs went out from under him on the tile as he tried to turn back on them, sliding across the floor. Giggling, she pulled Tetradore by the arm out the door and shut it on the dog, still giggling as they ran back toward the fence. "See? Not so hard, even without your precious teleportation." As if on cue though, she heard a racket from the house and some yelling. "Mojo, what are you barking about?!" There was a pause...and then. "Where the hell is my god damn painting?!"

"Uh oh." She grimaced at Tetradore. "We should probably really get going now." She was about to help him over the fence since he had the painting when she heard the audible click of a shotgun pumping up. "Like, now." She whispered to Tetradore, right as the kitchen door opened and the owner started pulling the gun up. The dog came running out, barking, headed right for them. She looked at Tetradore, her eyes going wide. They would get out of this, they had to.



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