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
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Posted on October 30, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
Sitting atop of the counter the young woman was staring at the page of a rather beaten up old cookbook. Although she wasn't really reading any of the ingredients or instructions. She wasn't thinking about food at all. Her mind was rolling over those dark thoughts that seemed to appear with merriment to help her sink into an anxious state. It wasn't her fault that her mind had wandered towards that dark alley adjacent to memory lane. Tobias and Tetradore were not here. Now, she was used to the two of them disappearing for a day or two. Her Alpha always gave her a heads up when they were going to be gone. Sometimes it was for business and sometimes pleasure. It never bothered her when they were gone, because she knew they would come back. However, this time it was all...different. No one had told her anything. Earlier that morning when she found her deviant companion not curled up at her side she assumed he was sleeping in Tetradore's room, harassing the staff, or going about his peculiar routine. By the time she had made breakfast neither wildcat was there to greet her in the kitchen, and they always came down to have a food...because food was life for them. When she went into Tetradore's office she was puzzled to see they weren't in there at all. There was a note on his desk. It had her name, some scribbled lines, and the drawing of a car and two stick figures.
If this was Tobias' attempt to tell her they went for a drive why didn't either of them tell her...and why didn't Tetradore write the note? Perhaps her mate wanted to show off to the green-eyed man his ability to write her name. Writing was a new thing he was learning and he could only write a few words, but he was proud of what he could transcribe. Later in the day when it was lunch time she attempted to give them a call, but never reached anyone. She would hear one dial tone and then nothing which made her assume they were in a dead spot. There were some areas within the city that didn't have great cellular service. As the day continued onto the evening she had succumbed to thinking the absolute worse. A bit dramatic? Sure it was. The lupine knew neither of them would run away and leave her, and the pack they had. Ever since their time at Yosemite Park he and the panther were becoming closer to the point where he mentioned she would be his future sister-in-law. And Tobais was her mate and they were engaged. So, clearly there was no need for her to think they would abandon her. Unless her spotted companion had no interest in tying the knot.
No. No, that was wrong. All of it was wrong. They wouldn't leave. They were just out doing whatever it is thy wanted to do. Growling softly she shook her head, attempting to dismiss those voices in her head that were trying to lead her down this incorrect hypothetical path. With a defeated sigh she looked at the cookbook in her hand. She needed to busy herself, but she had already completed the tasks that needed to be done. Alexis was out and about with that Dark Hunter the pack had yet to meet. Henry was somewhere. Probably with Sterling, actually hopefully with Sterling. Regan was slinking around where it was she wished to be, perhaps with Malia. She could go out for a run through the West, stretch her legs a bit and try to keep her mind from thinking those ridiculous negative thoughts. Perhaps she would do that later tonight before she went to bed. At least exhausting herself out would help her sleep. For now though she remained sitting atop the countertop, renewing her focus on the cookbook, attempting to find a recipe that was simple to follow, but a dish that would calm her nerves.