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

ISOLT :: the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on September 18, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

He should have known this wasn't going to be easy. Taking over another's territory was like eliciting war on a much more compact scale. Not only did the were have to first take over the entire Ark and weed out the personal within that remained loyal to the now dead shifter, but the entire warehouse district had erupted into rebellion - each battle being squashed with an iron fist. Just when he thought they had accepted the change his presence had brought upon their "perfect" little world, another wave of discontent arose to press upon his authority. Even if Tetradore was certainly unwilling to admit it, this attempt to craft his own life was absolutely exhausting, wearing at his resolve. He had been pampered under Risque's care, a thing he never thought he would ever think prior to now. In her pack it had been easy to skate along as her favorite and now, he had to prove it to the world. It was this ever present responsibility, these demands that he'd taken on himself in an effort to solidify their territory as a pack that brought Tetradore from the floating barge and to the nearby shores.

His hands were tucked into his pockets as he slowly wandered down those sandy beaches, the soothing sound of the crashing waves to his right. He lingered just out of their reach, the large ship behind him as he continued to meander away from it. The autumn zephyr gently caressed his features, ruffling his chocolate locks and throwing them into his dark emerald gaze. His footsteps created a trail within the sand, one that was quickly lost amongst the sea and the wind. For a while he was content, content to just be alone with his thoughts and the world wind his life had become since their abrupt escape from the dance club. Occasionally, he still found himself waking in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with dreams of her upon his mind. Those dreams, however, always seemed to be followed by the face of one auburn haired girl. Isolt. A small frown marred his masculine features as his thoughts turned down the familiar avenue of the young human he had been incapable of saving. Sometimes, he still checked on her, only ever wandering towards her apartment during the daylight hours when he knew she would be asleep. Part of him felt obligated to care for her, likely stemming from the large overwhelming regret he felt for her death.

A soft sigh left his lips as he stopped in place, his figure turning to face the sea. The moon was bright over head and though her glow was cast upon those waters, they remained dark and forboding. Slowly, Tetradore bent over, finding himself sitting upon the beach without any care as to the sand getting on his clothes. His knees were propped up at an angle, his feet meeting at the ankles. One arm dangled over his knee, his hand fingertips lightly bushing against the hand whilst his other elbow was propped upon his knee. His forehead leaning against his knuckles. His emerald eyes traced the shape of a sand dollar he'd dug up idly beneath the surface, his touch light as he brushed the sand off for fear it might break. For once in a very long time, the man was almost oblivious to his surroundings - his attention entirely focused on the intricate extraction of the fragile shell with his thoughts wandering towards the auburn haired vampire.

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