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

I got no more time to hear what you think about me


Posted on December 29, 2021 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I wonder what it's like to be loved by you


His fist solidly collided with the center of the punching bag, the bag swaying with the very impact before meeting the Alpha's other fist. An audible breath left his lips as his emerald green eyes watched the swaying of the bag, timing those punches with care, all the whilst ignoring his Beta's antics on the treadmill that seemed to all but thrill the leopard. He had only just begun to work up a sweat, finding that perfect rhythm when Jackal's voice cut through the ship's intercom system, immediately prompting Tetradore to catch the punching bag that swung back at him. An visible scowl crossed his lips, Jackal's voice sure to be heard throughout the ship as he advertised his sister's apparent prodigal return. For a moment, he considered simply not venturing downstairs. After all, the two had hardly left things on amicable terms. Still, the last he had heard, Nadya had left even Frost to his own devices. No one he knew of had heard from the woman for at least a year. While that in itself wasn't anything of particular note, a part of Tetradore was...curious why she sought to return now...and to him of all beings. Perhaps her 'mate' hadn't offered her the warm welcome back she had been looking for.

His eyes rolled as he reached for the straps on the gloves, pulling them off his hand before tossing them on the bench nearby. His face was wiped off easily with a wet rag before Tetradore reached for his shirt, pulling it over his chest. "Tobias, stay here." He muttered to the leopard, as he wandered out of the pack's private gym. He made his way through the halls of the Ark, the luxury liner finally had begun to feel like home in the past few months, though the pack seemed to be adjusting slower to the transition then he would have liked. He thought little of it, however, as he entered the second floor balcony that overlooked the fighting rings that served as the Ark's main entrance. Already he could see Nadya's frame, leaning heavily against the wall in some bright blue matching...outfit of...some sort. Admittedly, his sister's clothing choice had never been something he'd paid particular heed to. Fashion as a whole was so entirely lost on the man.

Tetradore's arms crossed over his chest as he stepped down from the last staircase, the man pausing several feet from his sibling as he stared at her with those impassive emerald eyes that were so reminiscent of their father. He glanced silently over her feminine figure, though those bruises on her fair features hardly provoked much of a reaction within him. Weres healed fast, as a rule. They would surely be gone by morning. Nadya, in turn, had proven how very...brash she could be. Perhaps her mouth had finally gotten her into some trouble...and yet still, why come here? "What do you want?" He inquired, his voice a soft rumble in the hollow, quiet space.

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