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

One hand on my cheekbone, one hand on the rope


Posted on April 06, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

Conversational skills had, admittedly, never truly been Tetradore's strong point. At a young age, whisked away from the sanctuary of his parental figures, he had learned the painful lesson of how little words were desired of him. And now, years later, the stoic silence in which he so often retreated to had become a sanctuary of safety that he struggled to break, even to this day. Despite his straightforward answer, however, Tetradore was well aware of that aura of dissonance that radiated from his Vector, though he had little reason to believe it had anything to do with him. After all, Henry had made it rather known to most how his break up was affecting him, even if Tetradore was ill inclined to join in any sort of gossip of any kind. He sipped upon the hard liquor within his tumbler, the beverage settling warmly in his empty stomach. He had almost considered leaving Henry to his woes when a rather blunt question fell from the man's lips, drawing the weight of Tetradore's gaze.

For a moment, the Alpha stared blankly at his companion before his eyebrows furrowed. "What...?" He inquired, failing to make any sort of connection with Henry's question. Why a yacht? "There's not exactly a lot of renovated cargo ships just laying around to buy...?" He commented, after all, Tetradore had certainly checked. The Ark had been a unique endeavor by its previous Alpha before Tetradore had come to acquire it. This yacht was, in turn, the Were-King's own effort to provide a home for his pack even if he kept the signature name. "I liked what the architect for this boat proposed. There is nothing quite like it on the open ocean." It had hardly occurred to him, the connection that Henry drew between this boat and the one upon which he'd had his fateful encounter with his ex. After all, why should it? This boat was nothing like Henry's, excluding the classification of 'yacht'. Everything about the Ark was so uniquely considered for their pack's enjoyment alone - from the swimming pool, to the girl's massive library and the large theater room. It was a haven meant for them, albeit one Henry seemed unwilling to accept from sheer stubbornness.

The King of the Damned

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