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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!

I can make the stars dance | Henry |50.35.0.252Posted On July 04, 2017 at 8:44 PM by NADYA


Nadya Tetradore




This nightclub was far below from what the young woman would be found in on normal circumstances. However, what did you expect from being just within the West side known for its seedier side. It had been some time since she had left the Nightshade pack, her brother’s pack, and she had yet to see him...yet to take him the very document Frost had agreed to sign for a draw of peace. Perhaps Nadya was tempting fate venturing into the territory for while she was sure her brother wouldn’t harm her, what the others would do given their own free will was debatable. Both packs were prone to their more animalistic manner.

Prodding any sleeping bear in fact wasn’t Nadya’s intention of patroning this clubhouse. It was actually a place she knew Frost wouldn’t follow seeing as it was on her brother’s claimed land. Their time as a couple so far was better than she could have ever imagined but wanted to ensure her night out was...stalker free. And should she run into her brother then that was just a plus.

Nadya allowed the deep bass of the music to carry her body as she moved on the dance floor. This too was another reason why she felt it best for Frost not to find his way to her. He was protective and while he may not admit, a horribly jealous creature when it came to her. It would do no good for him to be puffing his chest at the men she danced with now. Afterall, if he wouldn’t dance with her then she had to find partners elsewhere. A end to one song before another started right up had Nadya move away from her current dance partner towards the bar.

She was dressed in black jeans which hugged her hips and a black sheer long sleeved top which ended just below her sternum showing off her midriff. It was one of the more low-key outfits she owned intended entirely for going out and dancing in. Nadya ran her fingers through her long locks as she leaned against the bartop and ordered a drink. As she waited for the bartender to return her gaze shifted to those sitting along the bar and most notably the one seated beside her. It was then that Nadya caught a scent, familiar but faint and hard to pinpoint seeing as this place was staunch with smells that made it hard to decipher one from another. It was the look on his face more than that scent that pulled the next words from her mouth, “Most people come here to dance or pick up women...you look like you’re just here to drown in the alcohol.” She raised a curious brow. “Are you new around here?”





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