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 December 02, 2018 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

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


Tetradore was making every effort to stick to those rules Malia had so vaguely laid out, the Were-King hardly utilizing even one of his affinities as he paused in front of the kitchen door, watching for the dog outside. He hardly anticipated Malia's return so swiftly and yet, the woman seemed in such a particularly good mood he saw little reason to ruin it. Tetradore allowed her to take the lead, watching as she simply opened the door to allow the canine to race inside with paws outstretched and claws digging into the tile. He slid inside, providing the pair just enough time to get out the door before Malia closed it behind them with ready laughter on her lips. Tetradore shook his head ever so slightly, his assurance that their escape wasn't stealthy was entirely brushed off by the young woman, the girl willing to believe that they were close enough to an escape that how quiet they were hardly mattered now. She would be a terrible thief, Tetradore was assured. Frankly, it reminded him of Tobias and the boy's tendency to simply take the more reckless method possible. His head shook ever so slightly and yet, he said little, seeing no reason to chastise her when the woman was enjoying herself so completely.

The pair raced towards the fence with the large painting in hand, pausing at the very edge of it only by the sound of a rather distinct click. Tetradore glanced over his shoulder, taking in the sight of the fellow and the dog that raced towards them. The Were-King all but thrust the painting into Malia's arms, unwilling to allow the young woman to come to any arm when he was present. That squeal of surprise was all but ignored as he hefted her up the fence, the dog all but ignored as it charged at him, grabbing onto his pant leg. The growl that reverberated within the woman's throat was ignored as he kicked the dog on his pant leg in an effort to free himself enough to heft his own larger figure over the fence. He was inattentive, at that moment to the way Malia's stare had turned so sharply to the man walking towards them. It was the sudden explosion that caused Tetradore to turn in clear surprise, the dog equally as astonished by the loud noise as the man. For a moment, the trio was entirely caught off guard and yet, it provided Malia with enough time for that familiar tug of teleportation to all but steal the pair away, leaving Tetradore in the midst of an alley.

That soft sound of relief upon Malia's lips drew his attention as the man slowly shook his head. "What happened to no teleporting, huh?" He inquired, teasing her, after all, Malia had all but forbade the use of his affinities, only to rely upon them so heavily herself! That inquiry upon her own lips caused his nose to wrinkle ever so slightly. "I'm not sure I'd qualify that as fun." He responded, reaching out towards the painting clutched so carefully to her chest. "Thank you, though."

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me

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