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

but this is how it's got to be


Posted on August 20, 2022 by Henry Tudor
West

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

Clearly his maker was as daft as they came. It was clear that it had never occurred to the other that a boat might be something hard for him...that the boat might be the reason Henry was in such a foul mood lately. It was clear that Tet didn't notice or didn't care, perhaps more obviously so not that the man was clearly oblivious. "...you could have bought anything other than a yacht. Was it your intention to torture me?" Maybe he was just fucking dumb. Maybe he was just thinking about himself and never once considered the fact that his vector had nearly killed his boyfriend on a yacht just as fancy as this one. No. He never considered any of that.

He tried to make conversation, to figure out who the fuck was actually in their family so he knew who he was supposed to protect. But Tet saw right through him. Henry was never hard to read. He showed every emotion he was feeling on his face. He sucked at poker because of it. "I don't fucking have anywhere else to go." That was the truth of the matter. He didn't have a home to go to. Ever since his falling out with Sterling, he hadn't lived in the apartment. He tried hotels but nothing gave him any sense of home. At least here, he didn't have to move his shit all the time. "I hate the Ark. I hate how triggering it is for me." He drank another long sip of the alcohol. Voicing feelings had never been something he was good at and admitting them was even harder. "...but I don't have anywhere else."

Not only did he not have anywhere else to go, he didn't have family. He couldn't deny the pull of the pack. Leaving would be a solo adventure he wasn't sure he was ready for. Even if he hated his family...he at least had a family. It was a love-hate relationship that he didn't expect anyone to understand. But honestly, if the ark hadn't been a yacht, he might not be resisting so much. "It's not that I don't want to be in the pack..." Why did he even bother anymore? Did it even matter?

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousand times again


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