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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.

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
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    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!

he'll only break your heart101.180.53.52Posted On February 28, 2017 at 11:03 PM by Tobias


There was something truly delightful to that deviant boy in driving those little cars about. He had never sat within a car that truly moved before. So many of his days spent sitting within the driver’s seat of their favoured Lamboghini while it was well and truly turned off and Tetradore worked beneath the hood. Tobias making those car sounds while turning the wheel about and seeming to imagine that car moving. To discover that this bumper car truly did move was an entirely thrilling thing, his features shifted hurriedly into a look of shock before rapidly contorting to delight. His ability to steer however, left a great deal to be decided, his motions far too fast in one direction or the other, that car flailing about as his already fractured mind attempted to understand that correlation between his hands and feet along with the trajectory of the ride. The sudden impact of Tetradore so purposefully colliding with him tugged that yelp from his lips, dark eyes turning to glare towards his favoured companion before his gaze narrowed slightly. A look almost devious seeming to overtake his features as the boy so suddenly shifted that car, somehow, in reverse.

For all his lack of ability driving forward, reversing, it seemed, was well and truly within his skillset, that lanky Leopard navigating that driving space with a striking ease and he weaved in and out to collide into Tetradore as this game seemed to demand of him, his hands clapping almost excitedly together as that snicker hissed between his lips and he continued to reverse around that ring. Aiming to strike his Alpha at any presented opportunity. His mind relishing that senseless destruction and that time spent with just Tetradore alone. After all, with that pack to run and the Ark to take care off and that plethora of women that forever seemed to be around them neither man was ever truly afforded that time alone with the other to enjoy those games that were for just them alone. Tobias was possessive of his companion, almost dangerously so and yet he had come to accept those other pack members, to share his favoured companion to an extent and yet any interruption to their video game time or those hours spent working on their cars so often sent the boy into a fit of outrage at whomever had dared attempt to distract Tetradore’s attention from himself. The boy so unashamedly selfish when it came to Tetradore and yet his mind understood little beyond that concept of his own wants- or at least- he so often pretended such was the case.

When that ride finally came to a stop, his car no longer going either forward or backward no matter how much he glared at it the lanky leopard managed to scramble from it, following Tetradore from that ride and back into the carnival. His attention span it seemed, while already short, was made all the shorter by the effects of those treats he had consumed at a rapid rate. No part of his mind at all coherent in that moment as he reached for his Alphas hand, quite content to led the man behind him and toward that coloured tent. Tobias so eternally fascinated by lines in any form and yet, this time, it was the mirrors within that held his attention. Those reflections readily saw his eyes widen, that deviant boy clearly entrenched with that polished glass as he stepped forward and yet that distorted image only seemed to confuse him all the mote, the boy assured he did not look like this and as such the image within could be nothing less than an imposter. Tobias becoming assured in that moment that someone else was looking at him, the boy rapidly circling that mirror in search of that enemy, seeking to alert Tetradore to just this prospect. He was utterly oblivious to the effects of those treats they had consumed and the notion that his Alpha was, perhaps, no longer thinking clearly. The boy allowing himself to be led further inside that hall of mirrors upon Tetradore’s assurance those enemies were further within.

The mirror he found himself before had readily distorted his image into something shockingly thin and tall, his gaze widening slightly once more as Tetradore proceeded to declare them thin like trees, the man shaking himself about as it to prove a point. Tobias staring blankly at him for several long moments before proceeding to mimic just this action as if this was surely the correct thing to do, his own snicker leaving his lips in delight at the notion his chosen Alpha was so willing to engage in these games at all before the boy so repeated that they were ‘thin like trees’ several times over. It was only when he turned to the side, his image disappearing entirely, that another sound of alarm parted his lips. Tobias hurriedly turning back face on to see his image reappear, head tilting to the side in clear bewilderment. This very notion of reflections was sure to confuse his mind on a good day, let alone once so many treats had been consumed. Tobias turning to the side again as he disappeared just as before, one hand reaching to grasp Tetradores arm again and so draw his attention to the fact Tobias had clearly disappeared despite standing right beside him.

“I think….maybe…..I am not real.”

This, was, clearly, the most logical solution to such a thing. Tobias so apparently having come to question his entire existence in that moment, those treats seeming to have further scrambled his mind and yet too, somehow…repaired some portion of it. After all that he so held the ability to question his own existence was beyond his normal capability at all, his words too, perhaps a little less stuttered then they often where and yet he remained entirely under the sway of that drug. He turned face and side one several times, watching himself appear and disappear, those previous enemies forgotten before he wanted further into that tent and a clear mirror maze. Tobias oblivious to this notion entirely as he wandered about and further from Tetradore, each turn only leading to further and further walls of mirrors until the lanky boy was entirely lost.

“Teeeeetra.”

How he had lost the other man he hardly knew, his gaze rapidly attempting to find some way out of that maze centre he had managed to find. Several of the mirrors around him making it appear as if there were countless version of him. Tobias eyeing each of them warily, listening to his companions response. He could hear Tetradore and yet….where was he? How had he gotten here? The ground itself appeared almost unsteady as the boy merely shook his shaggy head.

“Tetra…I am stuck!”

That merely standing upon his toes to look over those mirrors would surely have shown him his companion’s location evidently did not occur to the man. Tobias proceeding to rather suddenly collapse upon the grass, peering between that gap beneath the mirror and the earth until he could see Tetradore’s feet some distance away.

“I am…..in the grass.”

It took several rather long moments for Tetradore’s own head to appear several rows away. Tobias features shifting into a toothy grin at his companions clear discovery of this gap between the grass the mirror stands. Dark eyes meeting the green of the other mans own.

“Come….over here…you can…fit through the….gap….yes.”

Clearly Tetradore could fit through that one inch gap beneath the mirrors. Tobias was sure. His features frowning slightly in this contemplation, the boy merely desiring Tetradore come to him somehow. This so evidently his solution.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push




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