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 25, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

aiden tetradore

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


Tetradore's arms crossed over his chest as his vibrant emerald eyes lingered upon the nearly naked form of his Vector. The man's anger was all but palpable and yet, the Alpha regarded it with little more than a vague sort of intrigue. The cold snap to Henry's voice failed to rial him in the slightest, however, as his shoulders lifted in a vague shrug. "You are my Vector, Henry. Your business is my business." He responded, his baritone voice little more than a soft murmur. It was not often, after all, that Tetradore truly ever declared that he cared for another individual, even if such admittance of feelings was veiled behind excuses. He fell silent, however, as Henry dried off, only to drop his boxers before storming off into his closet. The Were-King followed silently in his companion's wake, the man leaning against the door frame as Ace sniffed about the interior of the man's room. He watched the puppy riffle through those boxes, his nose clearly searching for something as he stuck his whole head into Henry's things with little regard for ownership or privacy. Neither Henry nor Tetradore seemed terribly inclined to stop him though, his Vector only eying the dog with raised brows. Henry's inquiry, however, prompted yet another lift of Tetradore's shoulders in a wholly dismissive manner. "He got left with me." The Alpha sighed, hardly bothering to explain Harley's vague note that she would return in a few days. He had yet, after all, to introduce the woman to the rest of the pack...at least not formally.

Henry's sudden declaration that he didn't feel like being social, however, was one that Tetradore was more than willing to simply ignore. The Were was unnaturally good at that selective hearing. Instead, Tetradore was far more inclined to point out just how long Henry had been feeling 'unsocial' for. That scowl he was presented with surely only furthered his point - that was before Henry announced that this was all Raven's fault. A brow rose in a hint of dubiousness, the Alpha scarcely believing the she-wolf was capable of providing advice that might ruin someone's world and yet, it was clearly obvious that whatever had happened had to do with Henry and his boyfriend. ".....he's still alive isn't he?" Tetradore inquired, clearly not understanding this notion that life was permanently ruined over a temporary spat. "What did you do now?" His hand reached up, his fingers gingerly massaging his temples. Relationship advice was SO not his specialty. Fuck, his only relationship had been built on a bed of lies and manipulation. Tetradore was by far the worst person to tackle this topic - that he knew for a fact. He caught himself, however, only to insist that he wouldn't force Henry to talk about it if he didn't desire to but the boy would be leaving the Ark today - that fact one Henry seemed determined to fight. A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore rolled his eyes. "Henry...you really can't stop me from taking you halfway across the fucking world if I want. So at least put on a goddamned pair of pants." Tetradore retorted, stepping away from the wall towards his Vector. His shadows already began to swirl at their feet - his affinity at the ready to follow through with that very threat.

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