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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
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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!

LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU.70.49.13.16Posted On February 27, 2017 at 4:28 PM by REGAN IZUMI

"WHAT IS IT LIKE?" HE WHISPERED
"IT'S LIKE DROWNING. EXCEPT YOU CAN SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU BREATHING." I REPLIED
Regan had been back from Japan for half a year now and still the thought of being around others made her skin itch. She had been living in the wilds on the South side of town and slowly readapting to human form and interaction. The last few months had been a blur and nothing of note had really stood out. Regan was too far gone into her own memories and nightmares to know anything outside herself. So it would come as a shock for her to find out that everything at the Ark had been in turmoil during her absence. Not that it seemed anyone had noticed her or the lack of her around.

The night would see Regan wandering through the darkness. A shadow in the shape of a tiger detaching itself from the blackest of backdrops. She is a phantom unto the dockyard -- a silent predator wandering in seclusion. The tiger prefers it that way...needs it to be such. The girl was not designed to be around others. She knew this and accepted it. She was better off alone, though lately that absence was pressing against her. A part of her longed for the companionship of her pack and the silence and peace they offered her tortured mind. There were some lessons you simply learned the hard way. That way you never forget...Regan's was etched into her very skin. No. She'd never forget. That didn't mean she couldn't learn from them and adapt. Something she had been trying to do before she was pulled away to Japan and upon her return. It just seemed that some lessons stuck easier and with more conviction than others.

The Ark and all its rusted glory was waiting for her return with its creaks and groans as the waves below shifted its hull against the dock. With all the silence of a shadow Regan slipped aboard with little to no notice and made her way shifting and winding through the interior and towards Tetradore's domain. It seemed fitting the emerald eyed Alpha should be the first one notified of her return to her 'quarters' aka the ventilation. With nary a thought to propriety or if what she doing was even allowed Regan shoved her way inside and followed his scent up onto a large wooden platform, only to be confronted by Raven, Tobias and some other girl in addition to her sought after Alpha. Huh.

The tigress paused a brief moment to give everyone a once over with her amethyst gaze before gliding around them chuffing a broken greeting to Tetradore before brushing her massive head against his thigh and then leaning her weight against his leg as he reclined upon his 'throne'. Regan then glanced over her surroundings and took in the sights and scents of the fighting pit. She always had loved the bloodsport. Now, however, it would seem some pressing matter was at hand that she wasn't apart of, or was not invited to. Her amethyst gaze swung back to look over her pack before glancing back at Tetradore. "What did I miss?" Little did she know.


WERE-TIGER -- FEMALE -- NIGHTSHADE PACK -- MUTE -- PLAYED BY MEGS.



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