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 11, 2019 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

aiden tetradore

But in spite of my trying, I feel like I'm dying


The sarcasm that laced the Were-King's baritone voice was all but palpable as he all but soaked Henry within his own shower. The muttered curse upon his Vector's lips only caused his eyebrow to rise as he watched the man scramble quickly to his feet. "You weren't getting out of bed." He commented with a small shrug of feigned innocence. That dark glare he was given hardly phased the Alpha in the slightest as he added in an afterthought, ".....and you smell." Tetradore leaned against the wall, the man simply watching as Henry reached for the facet, flipping the water off to leave Henry standing in a pile of soaked blankets. He watched as the man fetched the clean towel from the rack beside Tetradore, his Vector drying off his wet figure and dirty blonde hair. The Alpha was hardly perturbed in the slightest as Henry kicked off his boxers, storming naked through his bedroom and towards the closet. Rather, the Were-King was more than content to merely follow, the man pausing at the door frame to lean heavily upon it as he watched Ace go from box to box, sniffing and digging through each box with clear intrigue - as if the dog smelled something it was trying to find.

It was Henry's voice that drew the emerald of his eyes back towards his now dressed Vector, his eyebrow rising ever so slightly. "...or yesterday....or all last week....or the week before that...." He pointed out. Despite his...frequent absences, Tetradore was hardly ignorant to what went on within his boat - Henry's moods certainly apart of them. "Look - if you don't want to talk about whatever is going on, I won't make you. But I am going to drag you out of this room today and afterward, you can go back to your pouting. You might want to put some pants on." He nodded slightly towards Henry's current wardrobe - which presently consisted of little more than boxers and a t-shirt. It was hardly appropriate for the vague outing Tetradore intended to drag his Vector on, weather Henry liked it or not.

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