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 January 06, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

it's over, i'm through

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


It was, perhaps, no secret that danger was hardly a concern for the Were-King. He often embraced those very circumstances that left him dancing on the edge of life and death. The continuity of his existence had never truly been a worry for the man. Tetradore largely simply continue to survive if only because it was the singular thing he knew how to do in face of all life continued to throw at him. Though his own upbringing had made him flippant, even he was not immune to that adrenaline that rushed through his veins at the sight of that shotgun. It would have been entirely within his power to force both man and dog to stop, to repel those bullets, to bring both to their knees, to outright murder and yet, he refrained from any such capabilities because of the rules. Tetradore was seemingly willing to go far for Malia's notion of fun. That rush of Malia's ability, quickly ensnared the man, bringing him out of harm's way and safely in the darkness between two large buildings. He could hardly deny that glimpse of surprise upon his features, particularly when Malia had made such an effort to impress that abilities were off limit.

His inquiry, however, seemed to prompt a roll of Malia's eyes. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at her raised brow. "Well, I guess it would have been a realistic consequence for theft." He commented and yet, even he was willing to admit that that certainly didn't sound fun. Tetradore had been shot before. It...hurt, to say the least. Her assertion that he didn't know what fun was, however, prompted a snort to leave his nose and yet, Tetradore couldn't say she was wrong. Perhaps he didn't. He had rather been lacking it in his youth. For now, however, his emerald eyes turned towards the painting, delicately taking it from the woman's hands to eye that masterpiece in clear adoration. That soft word of thanks, however, caused the girl to merely shrug and yet, she truly had no idea of it's importance, or how meaningful it was that she made the effort to assist. His gaze shifted only at the woman's sudden declaration that he owed her now - his nose only wrinkling all over again. "What is it that you're wanting in return?" He inquired, entirely uncertain as to what to expect.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me

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