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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!

our lives are built on the death of others50.35.0.252Posted On July 09, 2017 at 1:02 AM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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A small frown crossed Tetradore's features at that admittance that the man hardly wanted to know the truth - not yet. His eyebrows furrowed at the worry that lingered within his vector that the man he so adored was dead. He hadn't truly been aware that things had been that bad. A soft sigh left his lips and yet, Tetradore simply nodded in understanding. It was not his place to press this issue, much less to go behind Henry's back to discover the truth even if he meant well behind it. "If you should change your mind...let me know, okay?" He voiced softly, the man almost peculiarly...gentle when it came to Henry. Even so, he tried not to allow the boy to dwell on such despondency any more than necessary, instead leading the way to that large floating barge. He led the way up the gangplank and into that large hull that housed the now quiet fighting ring. He doubted that Henry would take up that offer that he provided, to make this place as much of a home as whenever he was presently staying and yet, he could hardly help that innate desire to keep Henry close to him. After all, the man hardly knew the utter importance of being the creation of the Alpha.

Even so, his head bobbed ever so slightly at Henry's insistence to remain at that hotel. "If you change your mind or...run out of money or anything, we're always open to you." He offered before allowing that conversation to instead drift to the Ark itself and the business he ran. All the while, the man plucked at those intangible threads that connected him to each of his pack members, near silently requesting their presence if they should happen to be about. Tetradore could tell Henry was only half listening to the words that fell from his lips and, in turn, Tetradore made a point to ensure his idle comments were hardly vital pieces of information. The pad of feet silenced the were-King's unusually talkative efforts, the man almost calming in the presence of the familiar. Though Tobias had a habit of so mimicking his own moods, the deviant, in turn, had a way of calming his less than pleasant demeanor. Henry hardly made him...disgruntled in any fashion. Rather, the were King found himself entirely...stressed...anxious...even, with all Henry didn't know, with all he didn't understand. He was a point of weakness that Tetradore was desperate to protect.

Those emerald eyes simply watched as Tobias strode up to the young man, this meeting was perhaps the singular one he held any sort of concern with. Henry, by nature, was his. His creation. His….protege. And yet, Tobias was his beta, his second in command, the only being he truly trusted. He hardly moved as Tobias reached out to grab a lock of Henry's hair, studying it as if it provided him with vital information. Eventually, some sort of conclusion was reached before Tobias turned to point towards the woman behind him and that chair beside him. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly and yet, it was only at that softly spoken inquiry that Tobias' head bobbed. "Yes. He is mine." Those words were softly spoken to the deviant alone, using the same terms he knew that boy would understand even if he was not truly aware of the implication of exactly what he voiced.

It was, however, Raven's voice that drew his attention, a small snort left his nose as he remained nestled within his own throne. "He does not mean well." His voice fell quite bluntly from his lips, as he glanced briefly at the girl before turning back towards Henry. "He means to assert his territory. Follow those two rules and you'll be fine with him. If you do not, you will see exactly how unwell he means. Men always are protective of their women." A small shrug crossed his shoulders and yet, he hardly saw any reason to refute those simple words of his companion. Rather, Tetradore turned his attention elsewhere. "Henry, this is Tobias, my Beta and Raven, his girlfriend. Raven, Tobi, this is Henry...my…" He paused, almost unsure of what word to use to explain their relationship. Son seemed...weird. Vector felt so off putting. "I made him." Tetradore finished after a moment's consideration.



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