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

because all your words are so cold, so callous, so clean


Posted on February 27, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

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


A visible frown lined Tetradore's features as he eyed the figure of his sibling, his arms crossed over his chest in a quite clear display of how very closed off he had become to her. Her physical state hardly provoked much of a reaction within the man, however, those wounds were not terribly life threatening and would heal quickly thanks to their species' increased capabilities. Instead, it was a single question that lingered upon his mind - why had she come here, of all places, after not stepping foot within the Ark or near him for years. His baritone voice was a quiet rumble in the equally as silent ship - the daylight hours prone to their quietness when the night was such a stark difference. Slowly, her gaze rose upward towards him, even if she seemed hesitant to answer his question. Her explanation of her presence, however, hardly satisfied the Were-King as his eyebrow rose inquisitively. "Hunters?" Tetradore muttered questioningly as his gaze slowly slid over the peculiar blue outfit she was wearing. Nadya, it seemed, tended to be quite the magnet for Dark Hunters. This was not the first time that she had an encounter with the race...which in itself was...unexpected. Her ties to both himself and Frost should have been enough for the Hunters to give her a wide berth. Clearly, they had not been a part of the Council.

Those thoughts, however, were pushed aside by the peculiar question upon his sister's lips, one that saw his brows furrow as he regarded her blankly. "....what?" Redecorate? What the hell was she talking about? The sinking of the Ark had made the local news - it was impossible for anyone to miss. The new boat was just as striking, confusing the two was inconceivable. He watched as his sister's nose wrinkled, her hand rising to her forehead as she stood from the bench, only to mutter something about laying down as she moved past him, merely assuming her presence was even one he was willing to tolerate within his ship. "Where are you going Nadya? You don't have a bedroom here. Or clothes." He commented gruffly as he turned to watch her, his arms still crossed over his chest. Everything she had once had sunk to the bottom of the ocean with his previous ship. That room she'd had was one he hadn't bothered to designate to her again - and why should he have when the gap between them had turned into a fucking chasm. "You could probably borrow some of the girl's clothes if you needed but you should probably just go home, Nadya."

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