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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
    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!

VHAL ;; if i seem free it's because i'm always running50.125.73.18Posted On October 17, 2017 at 12:14 AM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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His time was limited. It was a fact that Tetradore was painfully aware of. With Risque's reappearance in his life, the constant juggling of her desires of him and that life he'd established outside of her had gotten increasingly difficult. She was ever more prone to hold his simple devotion to his pack and even his ostracized family over his head whilst he so struggled to keep them in the dark. It was an act made ever more difficult by her enjoyment of silver on his flesh and fangs in his skin. At the very least, he was thankful for the colder weather that approached if only for the simple fact that it made high neck fitting shirts and sweaters acceptable instead of peculiar. His hand reached up to rub lightly at the latest mark that sat just beneath his neckline, his features set in a hard frown even as he stared deeply into that cup of whiskey that sat in front of him. Though liquor was certainly abundant at his own home, Tetradore had a simple need to get away from it all, to be a mere face in the far corners of some seedy bar crowd rather than to hold the responsibility of Alpha on his shoulders. After all, Risque was hardly the only thing wearing on the were-King.

His siblings words and her insistence that his recently made Vector disliked him somehow had hurt the man far deeper than he had anticipated. Henry had every right to hate him, after all, Tetradore had turned him without his consent - he had left him alone those first few shifts and look at what had happened as a result of his negligence. Much less Tobias engagement to Raven and that upcoming wedding he not only intended to finance but also play the role of Best Man in. Then there was that young wolf he'd found in the forest with her strange affinity for lava that he'd recently involved himself in and the ever present problem of Frost. All of those individuals, Frost aside, were his to protect and all of them, he knew very well, he'd disappoint and fail sooner rather than later. It was as if Tetradore was on a crash course to oblivion and yet he could only watch in horror as it came closer and closer. At least, almost. There was but one solution. Just one and it was this that had occupied most of his thoughts this evening, ever since it had begun to creep into his mind hours ago in the warm fog of that daily shower. His own enemy could be his salvation.

Those emerald eyes flickered to that cellphone in front of him, his sisters name still printed across the screen. Tetradore regarded it will little more than a scowl as he pressed the button on the side of the device, turning it off. He had little interest in involving Nadya in his plans. Perhaps he was being petty - no, he was definitely being petty, but the woman hadn't ever supported him in a single endeavor he'd ever involved himself within and he was getting rather tired of her constant criticism. Rather, his fingers plucked at that order of shoestring French fries and fried shrimp in front of him. He had, once, thought he was hungry and yet that internal brooding had a fashion of chasing away any sort of appetite he might have held. His own thoughts were so solely focused upon that food, liquor and his own internal considerations that Tetradore scarcely noticed when a familiar face walked through that bad door, much less when that mysterious woman singled him out in that crowd he attempted to get lost in.



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