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

Aiden Tetradore

Putting the pieces together


Posted on December 24, 2021 by Nadya Tetradore
West
Wake up to your dreams
And watch them come true



Her head felt like it was it was both on fire and submerged under water. It was near impossible for the woman to hold onto any thought, that feeling slipping through like water through fingers. All she knew was she was free. Something happened that caused the Hunters keeping her captive all this time to mis-dose her. It was just enough for Nadya to lash out with her powers, exploding the metallic items around her that send flying scrap metal everywhere and embedded into her captures. It was a blur from there. She stumbled out into the night air which felt foreign against her face and bit with the cold.

How long had she been in there? Being poked, prodded, tortured for information. She was sure many times that it would be the end of her. Her body a slew of new and old injuries she sustained at their hands. All Nadya could manage to focus on was that pull that guided her to Sacro. Blood pulls blood.

Dressed in thin blue hospital pants and drawstring shirt, Nadya blindly and weakly followed that tether to the very edge. Confusion though rose through her at the sight of the boat that sat at the dock where the pull was coming from. That couldn't be right...this wasn't his boat. Was it? Hadn't it been a tankard? Was she remembering wrong? As Nadya tried to press into her memories it was like trying to muck through quicksand. There were holes and emptiness that she couldn't understand. Nadya pressed up the plank to the entrance of the luxury ship and at least saw a vaguely familiar face at the entrance. "...Jackel?" Nadya raised a brow as it was him she was sure but there was age on his face she couldn't place. "...Miss ...Miss Tetradore...Nadya.." Jackel near stammered back. He had heard the rumors of her sudden disappearance but it wasn't her reappearance that caused him to be taken aback...it was her general appearance. Nadya's attire was something she wouldn't have been caught dead in before, barefoot, extremely pale, with healing bruises on her face, and when his gaze flickered down he saw bruise marks from restraints on her wrists and ankles.

"Come in, come in." Jackel urged Nadya into the warmth of the ship and off to the side where a plush bench was perched. "Wait right here." He instructed, only to step a few feet away to the intercom on the wall. "Uh...Mr. Tetradore, sir....you should come to the door. It's....uh....your sister." All the while Nadya reminded on the bench, looking at her hands on her lap, attempting beyond everything to remember...anything.


Nadya Tetradore




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