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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 06, 2017 at 7:21 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.


Returning to life from those many months in which the ebony panther had spent in a life 'beyond' the grave had come with it's fair share of complications. Ensuring his businesses once again ran smoothly had taken the majority of his first month back in the realm of the living, the man forced to go over each and every decision Raven had made in his absence. She was a smart girl, truly, and even he doubted that but he had only provided her half of the picture as far as his finances went and some of her concerns clearly mirrored that lack of knowledge. However, Tetradore hardly made any effort to berate her. Rather he was thankful for her assistance whilst he was preoccupied and, instead, set about only to fix those issues which needed to be tended to. It was that, however, which saw the man confined to that mahogany desk for nearly three days now, shuffling through paperwork and demanding numbers on such and such matters or seeing to meetings with some client or another. Thankfully, the end of that paperwork was in sight, that stick dwindling down to something far more manageable, even for the were King. A soft sigh left his lips as he signed his name on another illicit contract, one in which he knew that traditional courts would not uphold, but their own underground judges, juries, and executioners would see to.

It was that peculiar sound of a snarl coming from human lips that saw the were glance up, a look of surprise upon his features at the sight of the petite female that stalked into his room with a presence that near demanded his attention. Oh dear. Someone was particularly touchy today, though why, he hadn't the slightest of notions. Tetradore had never seen Regan quite like this. A blank sort of look crossed his features as he was presented with the full force of that anger and yet, truly, the man new particularly little of how much had occurred within his own absence. A small frown crossed his features as his emerald gaze followed the young woman, simply watching her as she paced before those two words were so pressed into his mind. Another sigh left his lips, this one far more exasperated before the man slowly nodded, placing that cap back upon his pen as he leaned back in his chair. "Oh, that." He muttered softly, though really the words were more to himself. Slowly the man nodded, offering the woman that confirmation she seemed to desire. "Yes, Regan. I did die for a bit." In truth, it was no more than a mere few days but that hardly seemed to make a huge difference when the facts still remained as they were. Besides, he had yet to truly utter to a soul exactly what he had been up to for those months beyond the very woman who had housed him.

It was that gentle touch of her fingers against his skin that drew the man's gaze upwards, his emerald eyes meeting the amethyst of her own in a moment that held a rare tenderness between the time until, eventually, the girl stepped back from him. He watched as she resettled upon the edge of his desk and yet, those blunt words from her lips only caused a warm hint of laughter form his own. His head shook ever so slightly, "I'm afraid it's not that simple." He uttered simply, and really, it wasn't. At least, not with what he knew now. "I've taken some measures to ensure my own revenge but…" His voice trailed off as his hand reached up to run through his hair, "I'm afraid simply killing him is quite out of the question." His sister would hate him if he commanded Frost's death. He was assured of that. Though the man was deeply afflicted by the betrayal of her heart, even he could not actively take up arms to hurt her. He hardly intended to remain on the sidelines if either of the pair should attack but - he would not draw first blood. Still, he knew well what sort of woman she was and what, it seemed, she was willing to do for him. The were King rose, closing the distance between the pair as he placed his hands on her hips, his forehead gingerly bumping against her own. "I'm sorry Regan. But I promise I'm not leaving you anytime soon." It was his effort of reassurance, perhaps, and making up for the fashion in which he was clearly holding his feisty little enforcer back.

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