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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!

if i seem free it's because i'm always running50.46.131.56Posted On September 27, 2017 at 6:50 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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Tetradore could hardly deny that he loved his sister. It was an innate feeling within him, that she was a thing his father had demanded he protect. It was his responsibility, his duty to look after her and yet she had come to represent nothing but chaos for him. Those choices she made, those mistakes she made, each one affected the man so profoundly and yet, somehow, all of it always turned around to be his fault. Any joy he might have taken from seeing his sister alive and well was all but lost in the knowledge that whatever had brought her here would surely not be good in any sense. He was aware, naturally, of that shaggy haired boy that followed in his wake, leaning beside him against the opposite side of that door frame. Those emerald eyes shifted away from that young woman that stood before him only by that sudden childish squeal of delight and yet, not even his niece was able to coax a simper from the stoic man. He bent down ever so slightly, lifting the child from the floor only to deposit her into Tobias' arms. After all, he was her father, that bond surely far more worthwhile than his own limited connection with the child.

It was, however, one singular name upon her lips that saw the man freeze - the name of the singular soul he had thus far attempted to keep from Frost's knowledge if only for the fear that the equestrian might use the boy's ignorance against him. Still, what he had anticipated even less was the way in which Nadya seemed so utterly assured that Henry disliked him. Truly, he supposed he should hardly be surprised with this development. After all, Nadya always sunk her claws into those he cared for. From getting impregnanted by Tobias to convincing Samantha to keep secrets from him...why should this one be any different? A soft breath left his lips, his gaze quite purposefully turned away from her as that hard line formed upon his features. Henry did have every right to hate him. After all, he'd turned the man, unintentionally or otherwise. Still, he had been trying to make it up to the man. Didn't that mean something? He was there every full moon for Henry, he'd introduced him to the pack, made sure he had a home, offered to look in on his boyfriend and yet, somehow, for some reason, Henry had confided in her. Was he not doing enough? His hand rose, running through those dark locks as he contemplated the young man, his interest within his own sibling vastly waning in the wake of the simple mention of Henry.

In fact, it wasn't until she continued speaking that his emerald eyes refocused upon her, a small shrug on his shoulders. "You're right, it doesn't matter." He stated, quite matter-of-factly. After all, he'd been trying to keep Henry from her just as much as he had her lover. Regardless of whether or not Frost himself knew, the metaphorical castle was still already lost. His gaze darted back towards her as she placed that piece of paper on his desk, a singular eyebrow rose as Nadya laid out those terms and conditions to his apparent peace treaty, one he most certainly hadn't been consulted on. "You can keep your contract, Nadya. I have no intention of signing it or agreeing to your terms. If Frost really wants peace, he can talk to me himself, not send a liaison." That was the simple fact of the matter. To Frost, this was surely some mere measly piece of paper, one that, though sighed, could be broken just as easily. Much less that Tetradore had other wants from the steed, ones that extended beyond this 'you stay in your land and I'll stay in mine' that was the basis for Nadya's rather poor olive branch. He suspected, truly, that this was her way of attempting to make things better, a thought conceived by her rather than her new found Alpha and yet, a measly piece of paper was hardly going to undo all the wrongs she'd done, all the things she'd demanded of him, all the things she blamed him of. His gaze drifted slowly from the girl and towards his niece and Tobias, the Alpha continuing all the same. "As it is, Frost has already taken what he wanted from us. There's nothing else for him to have and I suspect his interest in us has largely waned. Just go back to your new home, Nadya."



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