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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 April 24, 2017 at 12:14 AM 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.


A soft breath left Tetradore's lips at that reaction he was presented with, his head simply shaking ever so slightly at that clear disgruntledness within Henry's voice. By nature, Tetradore was hardly a patient soul and yet, for Henry alone he was willing to put aside his usual brash nature. It took him a moment to steady that irritation before the man saw fit to speak in a voice that was very near the definition of placidity, "Obviously there is little we can do now of the past Henry, I wasn't scolding you...just trying to make sense of your condition as much as you are." Reassurance was certainly not Tetradore's specialty and yet, he was attempting all the same. After all, the man was all too aware of what Henry had lost, just as he was aware of, to some degree, what Henry had done as that feral feline. He couldn't help but to feel as if all of this was still his fault, enough to prompt the were King to be far more understanding then he might have normally been. Still, he tried to offer Henry some sort of hope, offering the suggestion that, as he shifted more frequently, that feline might, one day, become one with that mortal man.

Inquisitively, Tetradore found himself inquiring as to whether or not Henry had a control upon himself, a notion so toying with the man's mind. He knew well how utterly afraid Henry was of this other part of his life. It was a notion Tetradore disliked. After all, it could be liberating at times and the man fully intended to show his companion that very freeing side of being wild. The man's response that he didn't trust himself, however, only caused yet another sigh to leave his lips. He would also have to work on the man's confidenceā€¦.but for now, he was quite sure of himself, at least. "Come on." He stated, pushing his weight against that door to shove it open. He glanced back at his companion before gesturing outside. "We'll go to the forests, okay? There's usually few people there and...then you could really enjoy being a panther." There was a small glimpse to his emerald eyes, one of near mischievousness at the idea of those acres of trees - of simply being allowed to run and hunt and enjoy the quietude. It calmed the man's soul and, hopefully, Henry would find some enjoyment in it too.

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