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

left its seeds while i was sleeping


Posted on March 22, 2020 by henry tudor
West



The weeks following the breakup had been hard, far harder than he had wanted to admit. He felt as though his world was ending because I reality, Sterling had always been his world. Sterling had been the man who kept him breathing. His love had been the one thing that had pulled him out of so many things. It brought them out of amnesia for Christ's sake. They had fallen in love all over again so surely that was fate right? Surely they were meant to be together forever. But Raven had given him advice and he had followed it. That same advice that ruined what he and Sterling had. Where Henry had wanted to move forward with love and honesty, Sterling had taken it to mean something totally different. And now he had lost the man forever.

However, Tetradore's simple lack of respect for his pain and discomfort was aggravating. He didn't give a damn about his relationship troubles and clearly, his comment about the boy being alive was testament to that fact. "Alive, yes...but he basically told me to fuck off." He had tried to be honest and it bit him in the ass. But knowing that Tetradore didn't give a rats ass about his relationship, it hardly made Henry willing to share just exactly what had happened. He'd probably get more sympathy from the dog rummaging through his things than Tetradore. His question about what he had done had Henry looking up at him with a glare. "Why? You've ever bothered to care before." He was probably only making an effort so he might get Henry out of this slump. But it would not be easy. A shattered heart would take a lot more than superglue to put back together again.

Sitting on the bed, the puppy coming to jump up and place his paws on Henry's thighs, his tail wagging and his tongue attempting to give him kisses. Henry brushed him off as Tetradore began to explain that truly, he could take Henry wherever he wanted. Henry knew it to be true. That bond with Tetradore was something that could not be broken. And if Tet puled on those strings, Henry would have no choice but to comply like an unwilling marionette doll.

He sighed in defeat, standing off the bed and reaching for the jeans he had kicked off the night before. He slipped them over his hips, buttoning them just below his waist. Slipping on a pair of brown suede flip flops, he looked up at Tet. "So where am I being drug to?" He should at least tell him where he's being forced to go so he can be somewhat mentally prepared. At least knowing would give him a moment to fix his face so he didn't look like he hated wherever they were going.




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