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

So I can hit the note, go do it all again


Posted on August 28, 2022 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

I'm Loosing My Soul

Pushing me to the edge of my decline

Tetradore had particularly little reason to believe the Ark might be the epicenter of any disgruntlement within his Vector. The very realization of just what Henry was suggesting was met with a face of pure skepticism. His Vector, after all, had been the very definition of 'moody' ever since his break up - long before this version of the Ark had come into existence. That incident had been years ago. It had never mattered until now. Until Henry's relationship was over. Frankly, Tetradore doubted this had anything to do with the Ark at all. Henry was just lashing out on every little thing he could to face the reality of his feelings. It was a tactic that the Were-King could identify with ease, if only for how often he himself had employed it during his teenage years. His eyes rolled as he brought the glass of Whiskey to his lips, a single brow cocked upward as his head shook to the side. God, what had he done to have to deal with such sheer stupidity this morning? "You know Henry..." He commented, pausing to take a sip of the liquor in his cup. "...that is the stupidest fucking shit I've heard all god damned week. Why the fuck would I spend millions of dollars just to torture you? You wouldn't even fucking care that the Ark was a yacht if your boyfriend was still dating you."

Henry, after all, hardly meant enough to the Were-King to warrant such a level of spiteful attention from the man, even despite his attempts to try, in his own way, with the man he had turned. Their relationship continued to be nonexistent - a one sided blaming game that Tetradore was quickly finding himself tired of as he so quickly voiced what he knew was the heart of the matter. He listened as Henry tried to redirect the conversation, though the sarcastic inflection within the Were's voice revealed just how much he truly cared for the pack that surrounded him. It was that very tone that saw Tetradore offer his Vector that very 'out' that the man seemed to want. How quickly Henry seemed to hesitate to take it, though! The Were's almost vulnerable admittance that he had nowhere else to go bought a hint of annoyance to Tetradore's features, the whiskey glass dangling from his fingertips as he eyed the fellow across the bar from him. A soft snort left his nose, "You and I both know you could go anywhere you want. Nothing is keeping you here. If you wanted an apartment in the west, you could have told me and I'd have gotten you one...or you easily could have bought one yourself so don't give me this shit, Henry. You just want an excuse to wallow in your own self pity."

Tetradore brought the glass to his lips, the Alpha easily swallowing the rest of the whiskey poured in the tumbler before placing the solid glass on the counter top with an audible thud as he rose to a stand. "If you want to be in the pack, then make a fucking effort. The girls will only take so much of you choosing to be an asshole before you find yourself truly alone and I can promise you, that'll make living on a luxury yacht feel like a walk in the fucking park."

The King of the Damned

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