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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'll do it 'til the sun goes down and all through the night time73.32.203.196Posted On July 24, 2017 at 1:15 AM by henry tudor



He looked over at Raven as she came to stand near him at the bar. He listened to her quietly talk about how it was good to let their other half out, to allow their aggression to be taken out in the appropriate manner. What Raven didn’t know about Henry was that A. He couldn’t control his animal half. The only time he had been in a semblance of control was when Tetradore had pulled his consciousness out. He wasn’t sure he could do that on his own. And B. His animal half was the reason for his current drinking problem. In this moment, he hated his animal half. His animal half is what had gotten him into trouble. It wasn’t a part of himself that he really wanted to embrace. He wished it would just go away with time.

He took another sip of the whiskey and let the ice cubes clink against the glass as he set the glass down on the napkin the bartender had set out before him. “Truthfully…I’d rather not let my other half out.” He resented his were heritage. It had only caused him heartbreak and it was far too difficult to see any beauty that might come of it. Perhaps in time he might come to respect his animal half, but right now, he felt so lost and out of control. He didn’t feel like himself at all.

He looked up at Tetradore and Tobias when Raven looked up at them. He was a failure. Surely there was someone far more worthy to be in his position. He didn’t feel right here. It was foreign and strange – as if he was tossed into a foreign country where he didn’t speak the language. Raven said that he wasn’t a lost cause and Henry wished he could believe that. He felt like a lost cause. “How much time?” He really just wanted his life to go back to how it was. He didn’t want to be a were – it was forced on him. But that was something he didn’t go around telling people.

Henry tried to change the subject, to try and ask if working at the Ark was something he needed to do now that he was part of the pack. He had a job (or had one…he doubted he still had it now) but he needed to at least try to make it seem like he was trying. If all he did was sit around and drink himself into a stupor, then he would no doubt only upset the pack.

He finished his second (maybe his fourth? He had lost count) glass of whiskey when Raven suggested he leave the alcohol alone. He figured that was a nice way of saying he should consider not taking the role of the pack drunk if he could help it. Slowly, he slapped some bills on the bar for the bartender and he slowly slipped out of the barstool as he turned to follow Raven. “What did you have in mind?” Henry was a little worried it involved shifting. Unfortunately…that was something he hadn’t mastered yet. The only times he had shifted had been against his will during the full moon or when Tetradore had forced the shift on him. Instantly, Henry grew a little nervous. He swallowed a gulp of nerves as he followed Raven away from the bar.






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