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 stand in the corner like a tired boxer


Posted on March 27, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

The Were-King hardly anticipated his Vector to reach for a second tumblr from under the counter, his brows rose as he watched Henry pour whiskey within the glass, only to slide it across the bar and towards Tetradore himself. He reached out to stop the glass from moving, only for his shoulders to lift in a vague shrug as Henry insisted it was five somewhere. It was logic he couldn't entirely argue with, or at least, logic he didn't particularly want to make the effort to argue with and so, silently, Tetradore brought the glass to his lips to take a sip of the liquor. He listened silently to the sigh upon Henry's lips as the man sipped upon his own drink, only to interrupt the silence with an inquiry of his own. Tetradore's emerald irises turned down towards himself and the clothing that stuck far too uncomfortably upon his masculine frame. His head shook ever so slightly as he sighed. "I was at the shipyard, there was an issue with some cargo." He had hardly been prepared for the torrential downpour that had awaited him outside and, admittedly, paid the price for it. Tetradore fell to silence, the Alpha hardly sure where to take any conversation with his Vector when, admittedly, he had yet to even have one that had ended well in the slightest. Instead, the Alpha brought his glass back to his lips, that drink likely far safer than any words he might have uttered.

The King of the Damned

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