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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
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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!

Take Me Where I’ve Never Been47.186.158.204Posted On December 09, 2017 at 9:41 PM by Calliel Alosi


Maybe I am not such a bad cook after all? The Were-King of the West appears extremely delighted having a taste of that chocolate icing, filled with liquor. I have to admit I am rather quite proud of myself for being the reason there was a small simper on his face. He doesn’t appear to be the type that smiles...ever. I can’t help, but playfully smack on the countertop encouraging the Were-Panther to come sit on up here with me. I truly do not bite. He might, but I have a good feeling he won’t bite me. Why should he? I made him a damn cake! A damn delicious cake soaked with chocolate and rum goodness. I have to admit I do feel a little bit guilty telling him he’d have to wait awhile until we could put the icing on the cake. But surely a game would brighten his mood or at least make the waiting time not so painful. Because believe or not, I would really to have that cake too. They say food is really good with alcohol, and I’m fairly certain I’ve had a lot of that...and it appears that I’m going to have even more. Happy 21st Birthday to me! That I would possibly be too drunk by the end of this was a pretty good possibility, but at the same time he would be too. That can’t be all a bad thing, right?

Eagerly I take a drink as I set my glass on the countertop. I can hardly believe he’s never been on a roller coaster, they are so much fun! I guess if he didn’t live by a theme part or ever go on vacation it’s possible. It’s a shame really. Although at least he is tall enough to be on those rides and he was an adult, so at least he would appreciate them more than he ever would as a kid. I think taking him to ride roller coasters would be a lot of fun. Plus it would give me a chance to get out of the café and do something exciting for a change. After all my boss gets to go on strange trips and disappear out of the blue...I should be able to do the same thing. I don’t mind offering to take him to ride on his first roller coaster. After all he’s trying to be nice to me on my special day so I don’t see why I can’t return the favor. With a wide grin I give him a firm nod, zealously promising him this thrilling excursion.

“Of course I will! You will have a lot of fun and if you don’t well, then I’ll do whatever you ask.”

He would find the whole experience of riding on roller coasters to be enjoyable. Besides between the amounts of whiskey we were drinking between one another it was liable that Tetradore was going to forget that part of the deal. I know for me, I would remember the promise of taking him out for a ride on those drop-falling thrill seeking machines! However, now wasn’t the time to think about the future, because that wasn’t going to help me with the game at hand. I am quite pleased of myself when I see him take a drink, but I don’t miss seeing how his hand raises to his jaw. Showing concern I move a little bit closer and bring my hand to gently graze against his jaw, in the same area where it had been before. Puzzled I inquire gently not sure if he would respond in kind or just dodge it.

“How did it happen?”

Even though I am willing to listen and know I’m also quite curious. I thought as Weres we could heal quickly. I have no interest in breaking a bone on my body to test how quick I can heal, but I would like to know what kind of limits we have. Quietly I wait for his next challenge wondering just what it would be. After all everything seemed at random and reasonable and so far we were taking a drink, no one was out drinking the other just yet. I find it extremely odd that he had never been in school before. Everyone’s been in school? I mean, I wasn’t raised to go to school, but I at least had an education. I bring the glass up, intending to take a drink, but I stop myself. Setting the glass down I stare at it for a moment contemplating. Well, I went to school, but not like a real school. With a sigh I shake my head giving Tetradore the chance to decide whether or not I could drink.

“Well, now I am stumped. I didn’t attend school like everyone else did, but I was homeschooled. I did go to college, does that count as a school?”

Well, college was a kind of school. Before he could even tell me ‘yes or no’ I go on ahead and take a drink realizing my glass was empty. Reaching for the bottle I pour myself a refill, taking a look at the clock on the oven. There was still some time left until the cake would be cooled, just a little while longer and then we could consume my birthday cake...that is if this whiskey doesn’t get to us first. Although I can’t help, but frown. How come he didn’t go to school? I didn’t ask where he was from, and I am fairly certain that it wouldn’t be right of me to ask why he didn’t go. I don’t want to be rude or make things awkward. With a grin I look up at him, getting the game back in motion, asking him something that maybe wasn’t embarrassing or sad.

“Never have I ever...betted or gambled on something.”

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable




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