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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!

would you be the saviour of the broken?101.176.136.166Posted On June 26, 2017 at 7:10 PM by Tobias



He was attentive, as always, to even the most subtle of shifts and changes within the woman before him, his hands running gently up her sides for any hint of that distress his touch had caused before, the idea that he might bring her any kind of pain was…. uncomfortable to him. For all his inabilities, the boy possessed a distinct ability to understand those of cries of pain in others, those natural instincts within him, both human and animal, so demanding his protection off that curly haired woman to the extent that he found any injury upon her distressing, if not confusing. How wounds were achieved was often lost upon him. The manner in which his own healed so quickly surely not helpful to his delicate mind. The boy barely given time to acknowledge or feel them before they healed and as such his understanding of them was limited. Tobias often distinctly agitated by any injury or wound that persisted longer then a few hours and hampered his own movement or comfort. Why they did not instantly disappear when he desired he hardly knew. The boy so often content to blame the affected limb itself for having failed to do as he was assured it should. Birdie, perhaps, was subject to much the same expectation. The boy unsure as to how healed she might or might not be, his movements careful even as that smile of encouragement touched her lips. Smiles, he understood, were largely good. Tobias only further encouraged by that lack of resistance.

His form sat easily upward then, shifting that woman into his lap before carefully pulling himself from beneath her, one hand reaching down to grasp her own and lift her up and onto her feet, Tobias pausing as if to examine his work in that moment before abruptly seizing her waste only to near effortlessly lift her upward. That slender, gangly frame so evidently holding within it far more power then the boy ever truly displayed. So many nights within that fighting ring assuring that Tobias, like Tetradore, remained in that almost peak physical condition. One hand reached easily for her leg, encouraging her to wrap it about him and balance them both more even.ly before the boy stepped back into that wall, pressing his mate roughly against it. His efforts were rewarded it seemed, the woman allowing that kiss to deepen and only further delight him, stoking at those desires all the more as those wants tugged at him. Tobias wholly oblivious to any actions upon that other part of himself or that night already shared between himself and the woman within that field atop the city. His ability to remember those moments distinctly limited and yet his desires for her physical touch had been increased ever since, some part of him pressing him all the more willingly towards her even if that assurance off rejection remained on some level. Tonight however, his mate hardly seemed inclined to stop him. Tobias remaining wholly attention to those physical cues even despite his own wants in that moment. The man prepared to release her the moment she cried out or pushed him away.

That door was easily swung shut a moment later, Tobias holding some understanding off a need for privacy. At least, he understood birdie had one even if he didn’t understand why it existed. The force off that door closing seeing several items topple from those shelves and onto the floor, creating that mess in moments, that near shrug of nonchalance touching his features then. Tobias, for the first time, so displaying some ability to acknowledge he had made a mess as he never quite had before, his look almost sheepish as his features returned to glance at her own. That almost warning tone that entered his companion voice was all but ignored, his lips finding place on her neck then, subjecting that skin to those soft kisses, that almost animalistic part of him so bubbling to the surface as his teeth grazed that skin in turn. That moan he was rewarded with entirely pleasing to him. He liked that sound. He liked having her make it. Tobias, for all his selfishness, hardly seeming to be a selfish lover in any sense of the word if only for the sheer enjoyment he took from pulling those sounds from her.

Her lips settled upon his own jawline, that sensation curious to him, that skin oddly sensitive as he was unaware of it being before, the boy shifting slightly as if trying to decide whether or not he liked that sensation before seeming to decide he did. The gangly deviant readily leaning into it then and allowing her own kisses to continue before her own teeth grazed his skin and her hand pressed to the back off his head. That sound of pleasure stirring within his own throat. Surprise so suddenly seeming to touch his features, confusion clouding the darkness off his gaze as if he was not……sure just where that sound had come from. That moment off confusion however was short lived as those words found his ear, her lips suddenly crushing against his own and so pressing him towards that ultimate goal as he returned it readily, his grip upon her tightening as he took a single step away from that wall. His hold upon her loosened just slightly, allowing her feet to slip to the ground and the woman to stand. Tobias shifted then, eyeing that woman slightly once more as if contemplating her clothing, one hand lifting to rub at the back off his head in that gesture so stolen from Tetradore in some effort to display his own hesitation in this, as if her clothing presented a puzzle. One hand reached gently forward then, grasping the hem off her shirt to lift it gently upward, encouraging Raven’s arms to lift and allow him to slip that shirt from her, that lack of undergarment beneath so seeming to delight him entirely. His features pulled upward into that grin at the simple sight.

It was curious perhaps, the simple way in which he was so vastly different from that being she had enjoyed atop that field above the city, his gaze intently focused upon her and her alone as one hand rested upon her hip the other so allowing a single finger to trace from the hem of her pants upward, exploring that flesh with his fingers alone, as if he marvelled in it, as if wholly mesmerized by that touch and feel of her body alone. His touch was entirely gentle, entirely exploratory, that of a man truly seeing for the first time as his lips pressed back to her own. Tobias so craving that further intimacy even if unsure of why as his fingers brushed over that first peak, exploring it entirely before allowing his hand to move to the other. The young man entirely curious of just how those peaks responded to his touch and that sheer want that stirred within him. That hand upon her waist finally moved as his lips pulled from her own, his fingers dipping beneath that loosened waist back to run downward, his other hand trailing down her side now to slip behind her in turn. Both hand at last resting upon her behind. Raven so held against him in that fashion as his hands almost playfully squeezed against her.

“I….like it…..lots.”

It was, perhaps, the closest to a compliment he had ever truly given a part of her body. Tobias seeming to take delight in that feel of her chest against him and her behind within the warm off his hands. The boy drawing her only closer against him, some part of him almost soothed by that intimacy off her touch alone as his hands moved behind her, exploring that part of her too before seemingly satisfied with what he found. His hands slid away from her then, catching her fingers in his own, tugging her gently towards that bed they never used…..



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




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