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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!

all smiles, i know what it takes to fool this town73.32.203.196Posted On July 09, 2017 at 6:56 PM by henry tudor



Henry had decided to spend the evening at the Ark, the place where he was supposed to feel welcomed and at home. He felt strange here. He had never been interested in fights, so it was no surprise that he wasn’t interested now. But he was making an effort and surely that was all that mattered? Right? He sighed as the fight finished. He still didn’t care for them. So instead of continuing to watch the fights, he decided he would take a trip to the bar. Yes. That was a place he felt more at home.

He slid into the bar, pulling out a few bills and setting them on the counter. “Crown on the rocks.” He waited for his whiskey to be poured into a glass before he took it from the bartender. He took a deep, long sip, feeling the alcohol burn his throat on the way down. He never had liked the burn of alcohol, but lately, it told him that he was at least alive for the time being. Ever since the shit with Sterling, this was the only way he seemed to be able to feel.

When she slid into the seat next to him, Henry turned his head to look over at her with a forced smile. When she spoke, he sighed softly. “Here wasting time, really.” He shrugged lightly as he took another sip of his whiskey. “I’m not much into fighting. Guess I’m just trying to make an effort.” He wasn’t really sure why he was here. It wasn’t like he was being forced to come here. He wasn’t told he had to attend x number of fights in order to be a part of their group. Unfortunately, he was part of their pack by default. Nothing could change that. “I guess I’m trying not to be a completely lost cause.” If she knew the struggles Henry had with himself and his were half, she might understand him a little more. Unfortunately, Henry wasn’t about to just spill his feelings to her.

He finished off his glass before having the bartender fill up his glass again. He took another sip. “Is working here something I need to get used to doing?” It seemed like this was the family business…something he might be expected to partake in. He had a job and a home. His becoming a were was an unfortunate circumstance that he had to live with. He just wasn’t sure if he was quite ready to take all the consequences of being a were. Already being a were didn’t settle well with him. It was the reason his lover was either dead or severely injured. Something like that just doesn’t instill a desire to embrace that part of himself. It would take time, Henry just wasn’t sure how much time.






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