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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!

what a day, a year, a life's its been101.180.53.52Posted On May 05, 2017 at 1:49 AM by Tobias


It was entirely instinctive, those emotions that seemed to assault the gangly boy in those moments they slipped away from the ark and the rings below and into the silence and privacy of their shared bedroom. Tobias so having learned, to some extent, that his companion was often far more willing to engage him behind those closed doors. The boy steadily, slowly, content to learn about privacy in some fashion. That mix of adrenaline and desire however was an entirely toxic combination; that animalistic part of himself all the more inclined to his mate tonight even if his fractured mind hardly understood why. Tobias incapable of understanding those subtleties off his own nature, the boy all the more attracted to his companion for the way she had fought and the dominance she had displayed, instinct along understood the desirability of those traits, the boy doing only as nature intended in those moments and as he desired entirely. The energy within his frame had hardly been spent, that adrenaline thickly coating his blood and only riling him all the more as he sought to have Raven change back into her human form, his hands reaching eagerly for her to pull her against his bare chest. Tobias having some desire for a closeness of sorts…..of that feeling of her against his skin even if he hardly questioned it or held any true ability to perceive why. He understood only that he wanted her closer, his lips eagerly finding her own. The manner in which she kissed him back only increasing to depth of his own kiss, the boy readily responding to that acceptance on her part, understanding that willingness and feeding off it in turn as his hands lifted to run along her sides.

That sudden cry of shock from the woman as she abruptly broke that kiss and stepped away saw the deviant almost freeze, those dark eyes widening suddenly in a clear confusion. After all, so much of his actions are based upon reactions in turn. Tobias learning to act in those ways that gained him those actions he desired. His mind given to learn in just this way, by repetition and reaction. He had learned that the manner in which his mate kissed him back was good. He had learned how far his touches could go. This different then what he had come to understand. That sound of pain seeming to confuse him all over again as his gaze flicked rapidly across her form to settle on the way she held her rib. Injury he understood. On some level. His head tilted slightly and yet whether he understood just how that injury occurred remained to be seen, the man seeming unable to process whether that injury was from the moose or whether or not he had injured her with his own hands. His ability to place time and space so often….lacking. That adrenaline so seeming to confuse him all the more as that energy stirred within him, his thoughts difficult to align. His own gaze drifting to look at his bloodied form though truly the young man hardly seemed bothered in any sense by that red liquid. Tobias entirely unsure as to why they had stopped at all, his mind struggling to understand what he had done wrong. Frustration at himself beginning to tug at him now before her hand moved to grasp his own- distracting his attention. That kiss on his forehead seeing his features soften in simple response to that gesture.

The shaggy haired boy moved to follow her, allowing her to lead with his hand resting still in her own as she led them towards the bathroom- his gaze narrowing slightly in wariness though he moved to follow her all the same. His arms folding across his chest as he stood upon that bath mat, his frown turning into a ready scowl as she turned that water on to a dribble. His gaze eying that water with clear disdain. His fear of it tugging at him readily, his bare feet shifting several steps back. He was used to Birdie showering, just as he was used to Tetradore doing much the same. Tobias, sometimes, lingering outside those showers to wait for either of his companions and yet he was rarely ever coaxed to so much as touch that water without Tetradore pinning him down and forcibly dunking him in that heated liquid. Her hands grasping his own to place them on her shirt, confusion tainting his features once more, fear and desire so waring within him now. Insecurity further tainting his features.

“Not….getting it.”

His head simply shook, his hand tightening on her shirt, tugging her softly back and further away from that shower as if he feared she might somehow dive into it. Her words seeming to see his head tilt in some effort to understand them. He understood her tone, his mind delighting in those calm, easy words and yet he remained suspicious of that dribbling water all the same. He was used to these games, he was used to Jackal or Tetradore trying to trick him into that shower and yet….his fingers toyed at her shirt all the same, that desire still turning within him. Tobias willing, it seemed, to trust her if only because it was Birdie alone who asked. The man so inclined to believe her more often than not. Birdie was good. Birdie was his. Her question seeming to prompt his thought before he nodded at last. Hands lifting upward to slip her shirt from her now, the boy wary and yet…participatory, for now.

“Yes.”

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push




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