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

don't get too close because it's dark inside [Nadya & Co]


Posted on July 31, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
The lunar sphere hung drunk within the ebony sky, her celestial brilliance sparkling across the dark waters the large cargo ship was carefully suspended within. Gingerly the boat rocked to and fro, the Ark bumping softly against the dock in a fashion that was almost comforting to the male jungle cat. The moon's sway was strong tonight, calling to him in his bones and muscles, urging the man to succumb to the shift that so wracked their race. It was a soft incessant whispering and eventually, Tetradore had given up the fight at all. Instead, he reclined along the edge of the ship's deck, his large ebony paw dangling over the edge of the boat. His emerald eyes looked out in silence upon the neverending expanse of nothingness. It was serene in a fashion, enough so to put the male's turbulent soul at ease. Nights like this were ones he should have spent within the comforting embrace of the pack's presence. He should have felt their warm bodies against his as they raced through the foliage and umbrage in hunt of some unfortunate creature. They should have been as one and yet, despite the male's efforts, it seemed they had become more fragmented by each passing rise of the moon. Their previous meeting still weighed far too heavily within his mind - demanding his attention even if he wanted to ignore it all together.

Tetradore knew what pack rules dictated. He knew all too well that he should have been able to provide some sort of input into his siblings and best friend's coupling and for that perhaps he couldn't have faulted Reagan in her insistence of the children's death nor could he fault Raven for wanting nothing to do with them. He had considered briefly, on more than one occassion of perhaps the two females had been right - if perhaps their deaths were the only way to solve this. Was he capable of cold-heartedly murdering his nephews? Certainly. Without hesitation. And yet that didn't stop the larger part that simply didn't want to with no tangible reasoning. A soft sigh left his parted mouth, his tail flicking ever so slightly in the process. Tetradore couldn't help but to wish his sibling even bothered to try to understand how she had affected everyone else - instead of being so self centered in her role as Mother. It was silly really, to want such peace but it had been from his grasp for far too long. Family was a concept ripped from him and now it was all that Tetradore longed for.

Regardless of his wants and regardless of what the male was capable of, he found himself failing to call to them. His so called family. His pack. Their constant feuding had not only managed to distant themselves from each other - but from him as well to the point that the ebony beast had quite given up trying to fix the broken pieces of this misshapen puzzle. He would let them be alone tonight. He would let them remember what it felt like to be fragmented and lost. Maybe, just maybe, it would be enough to make them look past what was separating them - and if not then perhaps they didn't deserve to be together in the first place. Perhaps, being a good Alpha, meant also knowing when to let go.
aiden tetradore

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