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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 lead50.35.0.252Posted On June 24, 2017 at 1:55 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 had hardly truly expected her to win. He had given her the possibility of it, surely, but he hadn't thought she'd actually seize it. There were many souls who entered that ring the first time and simply could stomach the cruelty of harming another soul. There were many who wound up pulverized on the padded floor of that ring - vowing never again to enter. She, on the other hand, had embraced that world he'd so thrown her into. She'd used those hooves to crush those bones and maim her opponent in ways he hadn't thought she would. In a way, it was a shame, if only for that simple enjoyment he would have gotten from crushing that sassy demeanor and yet, Tetradore was willing to admit he was wrong, in some way. Hardly a word left his lips as the crowd surrounding him screamed their glee at her triumph. He watched as those staff members rushed onto the metaphorical battle field with those healing potions in hand and the clothes of each of the participants. He waited until the pair were both dealt with before lifting that rope that surrounded the outer edge of the ring for that newfound victor.

That offer of liquor was upon his lips as she stepped from the depths of that ring and yet, that half hearted shrug only made the man raise his eyebrows ever so slightly. Her voice was near a squeak as she asked for that hard liquor and though he tried, he could hardly help the way the corners of his lips twitched in amusement. "Certainly." He commented as they made their way towards the bar, a small flick of his wrist was all that was necessary before the bartender rushed towards him. "The Bacardi, give me the bottle. Two glasses." The bartender ran off to fetch that bottle from it's place, tucked away in the back shelves. Soon enough, those glasses were placed before him. His fingers reached forward to pluck the top from the bottle, pouring it into those glasses with their crisp, cold ice cubes. The were King glanced up with a hint of surprise at that inquiry that left her lips, his eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly in the wake of that request. It was...certainly unexpected. He considered that question for a long moment before, eventually, a small shrug crossed his shoulders, "I suppose so."

He hadn't the slightest notion of what she had to 'figure out', though really it wasn't within him to pry. "I think that's enough for tonight though, okay, birthday girl?" He leaned back within his seat, slightly rotating that glass within his hand so the ice clinked against the edges. "So - did you have a party? Cake? Presents? Whatever it is girls do?" He might not care of what she had to figure out but there was a part of him that was curious of what she had done for her twenty-first birthday beyond the Ark. After all, Tetradore had never truly celebrated his birthday since he was ten. Risque had never truly been the kind to worry of such frivolous things and truthfully, he would have cringed at the thought of what her "present" would have consisted of anyways. No, it was far better to simply live this special day vicariously through someone far younger and far less tormented by the world than he had ever been.

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