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
the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead
Posted on February 17, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
There was an energy within the air, one that was always present when the crowd got particularly into the fights within the rings. It was infective, urging the boisterous group onwards with it's electrified touch, one that even, on the occasion, managed to bring out a certain sort of deviousness out of the ebony were-panther. His intense emerald eyes held a certain sort of wickedness to them as he eyed the petite blonde in front of him, hardly missing the promiscuous aura that seemed to ooze from every pore of her thin, feminine figure. Regardless his is innate awareness of her seductive allure, Tetradore felt no immediate need to play into her. After all, the ruby locks of one particular vampire still weight quite heavily upon his mind, despite his decidedly drunk state the last encounter the pair had. Never the less, a small snort left his nose at her rather eager agreement of whatever rumors she possibly might have heard and though she hardly regaled him with anything new, he was willing to let the matter go with her charming laughter.
He led the blond woman towards the bar with relative ease, entirely comfortable within his own realm. His presence alone was all that was required to cause two of the bar maids to rush towards where he stood, waiting for whatever he desired to leave his lips. "A whiskey." He spoke towards them, the weight of his entrancing gaze following one of the girls as she made her way towards the bottles kept under the bar and out of the sight of most of the patrons. The good stuff was usually stashed away, bought only by the few that knew it existed. If he was completely honest, his business hardly brought in the most upstanding citizens - not that it bothered him terribly much. The entirety of his adolescence life was spent around people just like these. A small gesture of his hand was all that was given to the serpentine woman at his side, as if to suggest that she too should voice her poison of choice. It was a benefit to being the woman at his side - the way his staff would wait upon her for the evening.
It was only with beverage in hand that Tetradore was willing to let the conversation continue, easily catching onto the woman's desire for what his ring possibly had to offer her. There was a mischievous look upon his features at her teasing words and slowly the man leaned into her, his baritone voice soft despite all the chaos that surrounded him, "Sweet heart, felines have all the fun." He was entirely capable of being enigmatic and flirtatious when it suited him, just as he was entirely capable of letting her tantalizing words roll off his shoulders. It was all word play, nothing more, nothing less - that is, until she subtly brought up the topic of the pair of them within the arena. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the suggestion. His head shaking ever so slightly at the thought. "I don't think you've had enough to drink to think you can best me in there." He commented, his head nodding towards the roped off section. "Still - if it is a show you want, I suppose a good host never says no." He was entirely certain of his capabilities to kill her kind. After all, that was what his species did, but playing with them in the fashion that the ring prompted? That would require the abilities that he often wielded with the same kind of finesse. Game on, little snakey.
He led the blond woman towards the bar with relative ease, entirely comfortable within his own realm. His presence alone was all that was required to cause two of the bar maids to rush towards where he stood, waiting for whatever he desired to leave his lips. "A whiskey." He spoke towards them, the weight of his entrancing gaze following one of the girls as she made her way towards the bottles kept under the bar and out of the sight of most of the patrons. The good stuff was usually stashed away, bought only by the few that knew it existed. If he was completely honest, his business hardly brought in the most upstanding citizens - not that it bothered him terribly much. The entirety of his adolescence life was spent around people just like these. A small gesture of his hand was all that was given to the serpentine woman at his side, as if to suggest that she too should voice her poison of choice. It was a benefit to being the woman at his side - the way his staff would wait upon her for the evening.
It was only with beverage in hand that Tetradore was willing to let the conversation continue, easily catching onto the woman's desire for what his ring possibly had to offer her. There was a mischievous look upon his features at her teasing words and slowly the man leaned into her, his baritone voice soft despite all the chaos that surrounded him, "Sweet heart, felines have all the fun." He was entirely capable of being enigmatic and flirtatious when it suited him, just as he was entirely capable of letting her tantalizing words roll off his shoulders. It was all word play, nothing more, nothing less - that is, until she subtly brought up the topic of the pair of them within the arena. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the suggestion. His head shaking ever so slightly at the thought. "I don't think you've had enough to drink to think you can best me in there." He commented, his head nodding towards the roped off section. "Still - if it is a show you want, I suppose a good host never says no." He was entirely certain of his capabilities to kill her kind. After all, that was what his species did, but playing with them in the fashion that the ring prompted? That would require the abilities that he often wielded with the same kind of finesse. Game on, little snakey.
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