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

better than i used to be


Posted on October 01, 2020 by Alexis Wilde
West

The tension in the car was almost suffocating and the fox in her wanted to jump out the door and run as far as possible just to escape it, but she held her ground, knowing Tetradore deserved to know about her and Alexander. He should have known long before this. She'd been stalling, but she didn't know why. She wasn't ashamed of her relationship with the dark hunter. They knew what each other were, and accepted each other despite it. Raven knew about him, but no one else had gotten close enough to even ask so Alexis assumed it wasn't important. But apparently she was wrong. It suddenly seemed very important to Tetradore and guilt wracked her up inside that he had to corner her in a car to talk about it. When he spoke next, she could feel the burden he had put on his shoulders, just saying her name holding enough weight to it that she scowled in sympathy. She hated putting him in that position, like he was taking the blame on himself somehow.

He told her she was important and she felt her body relax into the car seat in response. She'd never been told such a thing and it made her heart swell with a sense of belonging. He told her they would have made time. Swallowing, she nodded in response, wanting him to know that she heard him, she was listening. Then he asked if there was anything else and she racked her brain, suddenly not wanting to hold anything back in case he thought she was keeping secrets. She wanted her pack involved in her life. Tetradore and his pack had come to mean so much to her. She wanted him to know how much it meant to her. "Um, I work in the cafe he owns on the eastern side of town. I'm a barista." She didn't know if he'd want to know that or not, but maybe he did.

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