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    The West

    The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a certain grunge 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, instead letting the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    Noah's Ark

    Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. Accessible from an entrance hidden in the shadows, The Ark is a veritable Were-playground that specializes in fighting tournaments for all creatures great and small. With both singles and doubles tournaments to compete in, the title of Ark Champion is hotly contested amongst the Were population. If anything illegal is going on in the city it's sure to be happening within the back rooms or behind the ring-side bar.

    Owner Aiden Tetradore

    Co-owner Tobias Cain

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    Warehouse District

    Warehouse District

    The warehouse district rests just upon the harbor within the city. Many of the warehouses belong to corporate companies although some are used for less the legal means. Be careful when wandering this district at night for many groups meet within those dark, dilapidated buildings. There are also whispers of hard to obtain goods being sold behind those closed doors but you have to know who's who to get an in!

:: the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead50.46.99.184Posted On September 11, 2016 at 1:07 AM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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The lightest of touches from his nose so seemed to stir the eternally vigilant deviant from that altogether light slumber. The feline stepped back with care, ensuring his feet did not stumble on some noise making toy of sorts if only because this - this moment that so set the panther on edge was reserved solely for his best friend and himself. Not even Samantha or Nadya would have been given the chance to be present in something as entirely meaningful as this. Though in truth it was hardly as if either women in his life would have understood the significance either way. Nevertheless, the feline watched in muted silence as his companion rolled from the comfort of that rope hammock he so often occupied with Raven, his tail lashing behind him in a wholly agitated fashion as he waited whilst Tobias dug through a haphazardly tossed pile of clothing on the floor for whatever shirt so filled his fancy. He could hardly help the way his emerald eyes so nervously shifted towards the curtained window, the man entirely keeping track of the level of obscurity at the bottom of those panels of fabric. The sky was getting brighter by the minute, that black giving way to navy and soon, Tetradore knew, his fate too would be sealed.

It was only once that clothing article was pulled down on the boy's lanky form that Tetradore rose, the man choosing his path with that same silent meticulous manner as he made his way out and into the hallway beyond. He began to lead down the way through the hall, pausing only at the sound of that soft whisper. It was, perhaps, the first time he had heard such a soft tone from his usually carefree companion, the feline momentarily tilting his head to the side in an inquisitive fashion before dismissing the coincidence of it all together. He had, momentarily, considered that perhaps Tobias was handling him with that same care Samantha had but hours prior but such an actions would have required far more introspection than his mimicking shadow often held. And so, instead, Tetradore merely shifted his head upwards, indicating in a way of sorts exactly where they were going rather than the what he had inquired after.

The closer the man led his companion towards the door, the tenser his ebony frame seemed to become. There was something utterly terrifying to the man with having to simply wait for the outcome of his life. He had known, at some point, that Risque would return for him. He had made the necessary arrangements to see that the empire he built was appropriately distributed to ensure the continued welfare of those he had loved. He expected fully for her to simply sweep in to steal his life away - not this slow pulling that allowed him the chance to say goodbye to everyone dear to him. And yet, despite the damage he had done to her, Tetradore hadn't anticipated that he was truly capable of killing her. He glanced over to the man at his side for a brief moment before reaching forward to push open that door and step onto the cool metal of the ship's deck. His emerald eyes immediately searched the skin, finding the tip of that fiery sphere upon the horizon over the water. The man turned, making his way with noteable caution further down the deck towards that very place he had left her cold corpse. He paused at the corner of those too buildings, his head carefully reaching out to glance over the corner and study that still corpse for a moment. It was only when he was assured she was still there - unmoving, that Tetradore stepped around that corner before pausing to settle on his haunches. His emerald eyes glanced up at those dark irises of his companion, fully aware Tobias would recognize the figure he'd brought him to.



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