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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!

he'll only break your heart101.176.145.103Posted On October 19, 2017 at 2:39 PM by Tobias


It was only once the young Beta was assured his childhood companion had taken control of the Henry-Cat that he returned his attention to his own mate, Raven’s efforts to intervene readily derailed by the spotted cat as he lunged upon her, sending her tumbling to the ground in the sheer joy of that game. His efforts to pin that wolf down were lazy and haphazard, his jaws parting to allow his rough tongue to run over that thick, wolfish fur in that rasping sensation he knew the woman readily seemed to dislike as her limbs flailed about in that playful game that had engaged within. His heavier weight resting upon her as Tetradore and Henry were momentarily left to their own devices, Tobias entirely taken with attempting to keep that squirming, rolling wolf down. Those words readily seemed to find his mind then as he paused, glancing down towards her at that assurance he had gotten fat. Tobias glancing back at his own spotted golden sides as if to examine the truth of those words. His head tilting then in contemplation as that tail flicked about and he continued to sit upon his now rather sodden mate. Her playful words, in the least, having ceased the assault of his tongue.

“Tobi is….not….fat.”

He promptly declared in that spotted, garbled speech before proceeding to all but collapse onto the wolf entirely, that chuffing sound of cattish laughter echoing from within him then before he rolled himself to the side allowing her up (and to breathe) once more before proceeding to bat at her in play as her teeth nipped at his limbs. These moments of sort with his mate were entirely delighted in by the young Leopard. His attention deviated away from her only as Henry blundered past them both and down towards that harder sand, Tobias’ head tilting to the side in ready curiosity at poor Henry’s efforts to run on that sand, a task the new Were had clearly not yet mastered. Tobias turning his head toward Tetradore then, those teasing words offered to the mind of his companion alone.

Teeetra, your….thing that….you made……runs like he is…..sick

That snickering hissing sound rose within his throat once more, that tease good natured all the same as his tail flicked, his head lowered to bump with affection against his mate once more before he proceeded to lope towards Henry now, the Leopard affording the other panther his space this time as his own dark gaze peered at that water- as if attempting to see just what Henry was looking at. Tobias entirely oblivious to any notion of silent contemplation. The boy merely snorting at that lack of anything to see.

“Does….Hen…Hen…..Henry….want to….play…..game to?”

This, perhaps, Tobias’ own effort to better include the boy in that pack, childish though it surely was. Henry hardly capable of learning to use that feline form if he did not exercise it properly.



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