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

she ain't never gonna leave, alright alright


Posted on April 05, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West


Imprudently, Askaree seemed determined to impose upon the Western King's domain as she whisked past him and into the comfortable depths of his bedroom. His muttered complaint of her intrusion seemed to go entirely unnoticed by the woman, or she simply chose not to offer a response. The Were-King turned from the still empty doorway, his hands burying themselves within the kangaroo pouch of his dark colored hoodie. The girlish whimsicalness that Asakree was so effortlessly able to muster was all but lost upon the stoic man as he regarded her singing voice with little more than disinterest. Perhaps it was his apathy that so prompted the woman's determination and yet, she seemed eager to invade his personal space as he inquired after his capability to rid himself of her. That reptilian simper upon her features held a distinct mischievousness within it that spoke volumes of that lie that so effortlessly left her lips, even as she danced away from him and deeper into the confines of his bedroom. An audible sigh echoed from the Were-King before his brow arched ever so slightly.

Oh how little Askaree knew of Tetradore and his desires, the woman revealing just as much as she insisted that he surely desired little more than to get out and have fun instead of wallowing in his own 'sadness'. Fun. She had no idea how difficult it was to have 'fun' in the wake of those evenings spent with Risque, when the venom that raced through his veins brought visions of nightmares to his waking reality, when he watched figments of everything and everyone he cared for die in front of him, when the chains of his own captivity still left raw red ribbons upon his skin. Oh yes, how easy it was to just go off, take a joyride and pretend all of it simply didn't exist. Tetradore's lips pressed together in a firm line as he regarded Askaree, that pout upon her lips doing little to persuade him so much as the simple knowledge that she was ill inclined to leave him. "What do you want, Askaree?" After all, for all of her talk of fun and games, she had yet to truly propose anything quite at all to the melancholy puddle of a King.

aiden tetradore

If you love me, let me go & run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care - I can't destroy what isn't there

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