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 October 14, 2020 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

aiden tetradore


Alexis was hardly the first individual to notice how...distracted...the Were-King was from his pack. He had let matters simply slip by for far too long and now, perhaps it was finally time to make all things right. There was a certain distinguishable weight to his baritone voice as he insisted that she was important and, therefore, so were the ongoings within her life. Such tender words were distinctly rare from the often stoic Alpha, the bright green of his gaze glancing towards the woman at his side as she nodded in an effort to show she was listening. Weather or not those words made a difference to her, he could hardly tell. Irregardless, Tetradore was trying, the Alpha inquiring shortly after if there was anything else she had simply not felt there was time for. Tetradore fell silent in the moments after, allowing Alexis the time to think as he drove them ever closer towards the bakery. Admittedly, the declaration of working for his grandfather caught the Were-King off guard and yet...a barista seemed...to suite the young woman, far more then the rowdy rough and tumble world of the Ark and it's fights. After all, Tetradore knew well how much she...disliked the violence that occurred within their home on a near nightly basis.

"Huh." He commented after a moment, glancing towards her as he parked the sports car in front of the cafe. "Do you enjoy it?" The Alpha inquired, genuinely...curious of the life Alexis led outside of the confines of the Ark, particularly when it was so seemingly involved with his own family. Tetradore gestured briefly towards the building just outside of Alexis' door. "It's not very inventive in it's name but, the owner makes good cookies and her coffee is...so-so. Don't tell Alexander that, though, he'll get egotistical...like anyone needs that." The Were-King's eye rolled, his very words perhaps giving away his familiarity with Alexis' boyfriend without his realization. Nevertheless, Tetradore stepped out of the car quite before she could comment on it, the man walking around and onto the sidewalk but moment's later. Easily he locked the vehicle only after Alexis stepped out, guiding the young woman into the warmth of The Bakery. "Better on your throat?" He half-questioned as he glanced towards her, only to gesture her briefly towards the counter to place her order.

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