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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 lead50.125.74.154Posted On March 19, 2017 at 8:36 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 listened on in silence as Henry so clearly fought with those emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. In truth, he could empathize with the boy. He’d felt a familiar sense of guilt upon leading Isolt to her doom, upon standing by in silence while Risque ravaged her form and the girl’s once blue eyes stared up at him as she died in front of him. He was still making an effort to make up for that evening in which he’d helped murder her. Even to this day. He doubted that feeling would hardly cease within his metaphorical son anytime soon though, he didn’t need the boy falling apart here either, not yet at least. “It’s okay, you know now and you’re doing something about it before it led to anyone’s death.” That, he was sure, was the most important part. The ma’s boyfriend was still alive. They still had a chance. Hell, he still had a chance to make things right. And Tetradore would be there to help.

A soft sigh left his lips as Tetradore quite nearly ordered that those nights of the full moon were spent with him alone. That response he was given was met with but a soft sigh. “No, Henry. The Ark. The place I told you to find me. Down at the end of the pier. Giant floating ship. You’d have to be blind to miss it.” He was, perhaps, being a bit sardonic, though Tetradore was not entirely used to being questioned. He’d forgotten what it was like to deal with those who were oblivious both to his status as pack master and as that westside shipping czar of sorts. Still, he hardly took offense to it all the same - brought on surely by that teasing hint he still could detect in Henry’s voice. Nevertheless, he gestured towards one of the nearby warehouses, suggesting they went inside in order to see exactly what he had to work with.

That hint of concern within the man’s voice made him pause, his emerald eyes glancing back at the man before he shook his head ever so slightly. “No, no one will be here for some time. As long as you’re with me, I promise I will make sure you hurt no one.” It was, perhaps, a lofty promise and yet, it was entirely within Tetradore’s capabilities to fulfill. He continued to walk, leading the man inside, only to call over his shoulder in the process. “I’ll show you how sometime. For now, you can only shift by the full moon....or with your Alpha.” Quite luckily, Tetradore was exactly that. It was only in the warmth of that warehouse that he closed that open door behind him, stepping into the middle of that space to began peeling layers of clothing from his form. Tetradore glanced at his companion, watching the man undress as he stretched out his own body ever so slightly. It was only once those clothes were nestled in a small pile on the floor that the were-king reached out for that intangible line that existed between himself and his creation, so taking it in his metaphorical grasp and, in turn, nearly ripping that skin from Henry’s form. That shudder so started within his own form and yet, this transformation hardly included those hours of pain and aching that often came before hand. This one was abrupt and quick, those bones snapping and muscles twisting and, at the end of it, that ebony jaguar with those piercing green eyes emerged, settling upon his haunches to simply watch the remainder of that shift that took over his companion’s body.

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