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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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!

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On July 04, 2017 at 2:15 PM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Having a lazy day was quite a rare luxury. There was no paperwork to do in Tetradore’s office. All the daily chores were complete. The staff were busy doing whatever it is they needed to do to prepare for another night of business. There really was nothing that she needed to do. Serafina was off doing something with Azrael, and although she would enjoy to be with the witch...she didn’t necessarily want to be around the Dark Hunter. The lupine was quite content with doing absolutely nothing. Happily she laid within the hammock they shared, underneath the warmth of the various blankets and pillows Tobias demanded they have. Quietly she read her book while her mate played with his toy farm animals. His incoherent mutterings was nothing more than a comforting background noise. Although her attention on the book was wavering completely. Her eyes would begin to close as she allowed herself to drift into a light sleep, the book slipping out of her fingers and falling to her chest. Leaning back some into the pillows she made herself comfortable. After all it was a full moon and that meant they’d be wide awake, a simple nap was perfectly fine. Right as she was about to allow herself to complete fall to the whims of the sandman, she felt that familiar gentle tug coming from her Alpha. Blue-grey eyes open wide as a heavy sigh was released. It wasn’t often that he requested their presence, so whatever it was, it was important.


Before she could even get out of the hammock and lift the blankets off her, she watched as her own mate simply got up and left. Rolling her eyes and muttering to herself, she managed to get out from the hammock, laying the book down on the bookshelf. Leaving their shared quarters, closing the door behind her, she quietly followed after her mate to see a familiar looking figure sitting upon his throne and an unfamiliar figure leaning against the railing. Standing beside her mate’s makeshift throne she silently watched how he interacted with their new guest. Unable to stop him from grabbing the poor man’s hair she remained where she stood uncertain if the other would retaliate or not. What he meant by being nicer she had no idea, all she could do was give a simple unknown shrug. Hearing him claim her as his was a statement he often told her in private, but having it be said in public was quite endearing and a little silly. Embarrassed at the attention she quickly duck her head, her cheeks flaring, her eyes briefly looking towards Henry and then to her mate, giving him a shy smile. Looking over to both her Alpha and then to Henry she responded softly, as her mate settled himself within his spot, giving a little bit of reassurance to their guest about her mate.


“He means well, I promise.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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