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 February 14, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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Frankly, Tetradore was rather astonished to see the ruby-eyed boy still haunting the halls they had both been condemned to. Of all the misfits that Risque had collected within her warped menagerie, Cobain had somehow been gifted with the most freedom of them all. Perhaps it was the man's unwavering dedication to his mistress, or perhaps it was Risque's own marked disinterest within him, but, either way, Tetradore was more than certain that the vampire hardly took as much advantage of his independence as he should have. How easy it would be for the boy to simply not return home. And yet, he did, every single time. Cobain was far more of a whipped dog then Tetradore himself had ever been, and yet, he saw little reason to point even that out. That glimpse of his own irritation at the crimson eyed vampire had produced little more than an eerie simper upon those otherwise blasé features. For all of his distaste for Cobain - he could hardly deny that the vampire had mastered that glimpse of apathy, one that Tetradore, as a young child, had both picked up on and mimicked. It was, perhaps, Cobain's own fault that Tetradore too provided the world at large with that mask of indifference he so often hid behind, particularly when confronted with such a chilling promise as that reacquaintance that he was sure to not enjoy. A small grunt left the Were-King's lips at those memories he merely pushed from the forefront of his mind, his own emerald eyes shifted away to eye the labels of those bottles behind the bar with vague disinterest.

It was that inquiry of his effort to escape however, that prompted a sarcastic remark from the Were-King as he informed Cobain he had every intention to plan a coup on Thursday. He was hardly surprised by the dismissive fashion the vampire handled his cynicism, the vampire certainly far too wrapped up within his own tasks and yet, Tetradore was certain he saw a vague hint of bloodlust within the depths of the vampire's irises. "Of course, how could I forget," Tetradore muttered, his very tone disenchanted with that carnage that Cobain so often brought within his wake. His emerald gaze shifted at the smallest glimpses of movement from his periphery, only to note the fashion in which Cobain had leaned back within his chair to eye the Were with a gaze far too studious for Tetradore's liking. The Alpha's eyebrow rose ever so slightly and yet, he too remembered the last time that he had seen Cobain. He had been nearly fourteen when the youthful appearing vampire had left, no more than a boy on the very cusp of those teenage years. Even so, the damage of those mere four years had already been done - and what a long, rough four years they had been. To grow up beneath the cruel touches of not just Risque but also Darcy and Cobain had brought the mere boy to the breaking point over and over and over again. It was a miracle, truly, that he continued to be as resilient as ever.

He watched silently as Cobain abruptly leaned closer, quite clearly pondering something Tetradore was unlikely to find any great interest within. His eyebrow arched further upwards at this very mention of a 'look' deep within those vibrant green irises. His lips pressed together ever so slightly as Cobain's hand reached for that glass in front of him, only to comment that he still viewed Tetradore as little more than a child. "No kidding," Tetradore responded as he leaned back within his own chair, his hand loosely twirling the liquor within his tumbler. "Last I remember you were a lot taller too...I guess things change." He shrugged almost nonchalantly. It was, perhaps, a petty thing to point out that Cobain was not as domineering to the now fully grown man as he might have been to a young boy and yet, he had been left to take those small victories for so long that it had almost become habitual. That fear he'd once had as a child for the vampire had clearly dissipated. After all, all Tetradore had to do was avoid that bite - the Were-King, after all, had fully come into the plethora of his own powers since they had last met. Things were certainly not as easy now as they might once have been.

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