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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
    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 lead50.125.73.18Posted On December 03, 2017 at 12:05 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.


Tetradore was certainly aware, to some degree, of just how that alcohol seemed to be affecting the young woman at his side. Her gait hardly held the same confidence that once exuded from her, prompting her to stumble into his solid frame on more than one occasion. The were-King hardly minded this assault upon his own personal space in the slightest, however, then again, it was perhaps no secret that he had wanted her, that he had his eye upon her for himself. How great of a shame it was that things turned out as they did. Either way, it was that idle comment of that young woman before them, strutting in her skimpy shorts and too tight shirt that drew his attention from his own thoughts. He could hardly help that soft chuckle that left his lips as he inquired if the attention she prompted from his own gender made Malia jealous in the slightest. That sudden declaration that she could certainly get noticed all on her own, regardless of the form she took, prompted that laughter once again to bubble from his lips. "That you can." He commented in a clearly amused fashion, though, truly, Tetradore could hardly deny that it was entirely true. After all, she had managed to ensnare his attention, after all, even if it had not initially been with any sort of lustful intention. Still, there was a certain sort of attractiveness to Malia all the same.

Any further thoughts of the young woman's appearance, however, was entirely replaced by the rev of those engines, the vehicles clearly intending to start that race now that those bets had been placed. His emerald eyes turned acutely towards those cars, watching as that woman took her position, dropping that flag to the sound of tires on asphalt. He watched as those cars zoomed down the roadway, those televisions flickering on but moments later. It was but moments after that Malia's slender figure collided once again into his frame, that touch of her fingers upon his chest certainly pulled at his attention. Tenderly, he reached out to let his fingers slide under her chin, pulling her gaze to him. There was a hint of dubiousness to his features, even despite the young woman's insistence that she was quite fine. He hardly fought that press of her hand against his, the man simply letting his arm fall back to his side only to be rewarded with a small pat. Rather, she seemed vastly more interested within those car races, prompting his gaze to follow hers as he pointed towards the vehicle they'd bet on. "The Zonda is the gold colored one. You have cheer for it really really loudly." He commented with a small grin and yet, was that not what those people around them were doing? Near yelling at the screens for their car to go faster as if those drivers could hear them. It seemed far better than the truth of the matter, and certainly far more fun.

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