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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 May 08, 2017 at 6:48 PM by Tobias



Donuts it seemed, were of maximum importance this evening. The idea of them alone fixating within his perhaps further fractured mind the moment Tetradore had mentioned them. The word was unfamiliar to him, his head simply shaking, unable to place it within his limited vocabulary and yet anything that excited his companion so tended to excite him in turn. Tobias nothing if not that shameless mimic of life itself. The boy hardly understanding exactly what donuts were and yet even within his currently inebriated state he was capable of seizing onto Tetradore’s own excitement. The boy moving to follow as that shadow he was and had been for near all of his companion’s life. It was only once they reached the maze exit that the shaggy haired deviant took it upon himself to find those treats. His own affinity reaching out to find what he desired, sluggish though it was in those moments, the boy wandering in a near circle before that internal compass seemed to see him make a beeline for that van with Tetradore in tow.

He was nothing if not animalistic by nature and yet even he so often possessed enough humanity to understand they were required to engage with another being in order to get those donuts. Tonight however, lost within that utter fog of whatever had existed within those brownies the boy hardly seemed capable of remembering. Those words stumbling from his lips as his fists pounded upon the side of the van, his words and actions entirely out of his control, Tobias unable to grasp those threads of reality at all, not even in that loose manner he so often managed when he truly cared to try. What broken fragments of his mind remained seemingly drifting in that haze. That vampire woman whom had imprisoned them both all but forgotten in those moments. Tobias oblivious to the amusement he seemed to be providing his Alpha in turn as his wailing continued all through Tetradore’s own attempts to actually order them. The shouting back of that chef momentarily seeing the deviant pause, as if considering just where that sound was coming from at all, before he merely continued his reckless pounding.

It was Tetra’s return alone that seemed to see an end to that unholy racket. The dark eyed boy reaching easily for that treat, the man clearly in awe of his best friends ability to master those things he remained in capable off. How Tobias had survived those years without his companion, merely following relentlessly in Tetradore’s wake, remained to be seen. The donut was nearly inhaled as the gangly leopard led the way once more away from those flashing lights of the fairground and towards that open field. Animalistic instinct, perhaps, drawing him towards those metaphorical wilds as that sugar was licked eagerly from his lips, the boy forced to step higher than normal in that long grace, dark eyes fixated upon his hands for several moments. The boy steadily coming to realise he no longer possessed a donut. That ever-cunning mind seeing him crouch suddenly within that long grass. Tobias attempting some sort of haphazard stalking that surely did little more than shame his species. His dark gaze so struggled to focus on the green-eyed mans wandering form, the boy lunging all the same only to sail right past his companion and tumble into the grass. His efforts to right himself met with flailing limbs and dried grass sticking from his hair before declaring Tetradore to be far faster than he remembered. Tobias well having come to learn that in most instances, Tetra was by far the stronger of them both and yet he himself was often faster. The boy staring blankly for several moments before the sudden laughter that erupted from the other man saw his features shift into a look of surprise.

It was a sound truly rarely heard from either of them, that laughter catching the boy off guard before he made some effort to mimic it, that infamous hissing snicker erupting from his lips before the other man suddenly lost his balance, tumbling over into the grass to disappear from sight- this seeming to bring a genuine amusement to the boy, delight spreading across his features before the realisation he had lost his companion seemed to settle upon him. A lost Tetradore entirely inexcusable. The sudden appearance of that bag into the air several feet away seeing the man scramble to his feet at last, hurrying over to his fallen companion now to stare down at him, head tilting curiously to the side before Tobias abruptly proceeded to collapse onto the grass beside him and half atop him. One hand reached up for the bag, a sudden appearance claws seeing him slash a hole in the bottom of it, two donuts tumbling out to land upon his chest and one atop Tetra’s stomach. Tobias reaching to grasp that one on his chest as if donuts were commonly found in these places. Biting in to that cinnamon treat again, munching happily through that donut until he had eaten nearly exactly half. The treat suddenly held towards the man beside him.

“You can….share….but only….because…I…..love you.”

There were precious few people in the world that leopard was so willing to share food with. Tetradore surely one of them. The other man his oldest and best of companions, perhaps that single being he would surely fail to live without and the only being outside of Raven he might ever admit to loving in any sense and yet he simply….understood his companion, in most things. The pair needing little aside from each other- they never had. Tobias reaching for another donut now, the boy content to eat as many as he might be allowed.

“I should….have….more then Tetra…..because Tetra might….get fat…”

Clearly this was why he needed more donuts then his companion. Tobias at last licking that sugar from his fingers and around his lips, his gaze fixating upon Tetradore’s own hand as if he was considering doing much the same before his lips parted in a yawn of sorts, his side pressed to the panthers own before those dark eyes met the green of the man beside him.

“Are we….sleeping here?”

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




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