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

before i lead with the worst of me


Posted on December 11, 2021 by Henry Tudor
West

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

As soon as she said she thought it was ironic that catfish loved cheese, Henry nearly rolled his eyes. If that wasn't the most stereotypical line he'd ever heard. It was in this moment that Henry truly thought she was full of shit. Catfish? Cheese? It didn't make sense. "Sounds like bullshit if you aske me." He shrugged his shoulders, not really caring if she was telling the truth or not. He didn't intend on doing more fishing. It was boring as fuck and he needed to find something else to do.

He told her that he was trying to find a hobby, that Tet had encouraged him to find something to do that didn't involve him sulking around. Her answer, however, nearly made him choke on his own spit. What did he like to do? He liked to do Sterling, but that clearly wasn't happening anytime soon (if it ever would). But he knew she was being serious, that she was trying to offer him some help in finding something that interests him. He supposed the least he could do was try to be social. "I never really had a hobby, I don't really know where to start. I don't really know what I like doing. Definitely not fishing." Or knitting, or drawing, or running. Nothing seemed to interest him. "I had some issues with my memory in the past...so I can't remember a lot of my growing up years and I can't tell you what I liked back then." His amnesia had been hard on him. But somehow, he had found Sterling even amongst all that. They both found each other. Wasn't that supposed to mean they were meant to be? So why was he here...and Sterling was currently hating his guts? Some sick joke the universe was playing on him.

She offered to go into the Ark with him, but he was hesitant like always. The Ark had never really felt like home to him. And now, as the new and large yacht sat there staring him in the face, he couldn't help but want it to sink into the depths.

Her question had his gaze moving from an invisible point on the horizon to her. He cleared his throat. "I have a bed here that I sleep in, yeah." This place wasn't home. Home was in Sterling's arms. Home was in an apartment on the other side of town. This place was a cesspool of PTSD and horrific memories that kept him up at night. He hated this new "home", if you could call it that.

But instead of leaving the conversation there, she continued, essentially asking what his beef was with the ship. He sighed. "Yachts don't exactly illicit pleasant memories. Tetra is a sick fuck who has the worst taste in jokes." Whether or not the yacht was an intentional jab at him was left to be seen. Regardless, Henry took it as sick joke meant to make him uncomfortable, even if perhaps that wasn't the reason at all. "The pack hasn't told you anything about me, have they?" The whole pack knew what he had done to Sterling. They all knew he blamed Tet for it. They all knew how deep his anger ran. But Carolina here didn't seem to know anything about him, other than a name.

She offered a room at her place and he shook his head lightly. "No offense, but bunking with another women will only make my problems worse." If Sterling was ever going to trust him again, him living with another woman would definitely not do that. The last thing he needed was for Sterling to just assume he was sleeping with her too because he lived there. "I'll manage."

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again


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