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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!

The Past Is Real...71.94.239.232Posted On December 18, 2017 at 4:04 PM by Donovan Grey




Robin Hood. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little to himself hearing that. He wished he was a WereFox, but he knew that it was simply fate that had made him what he was.
Walking into the bar with Kat, he looked around and chuckled.
He was having more flashbacks of walking to cozy little bars in the run-down parts of town.
He couldn’t help but laugh to himself, and sit down beside Kat once they were inside and she had seated herself.
Donovan would of been a gentleman, but not every woman was keen on chivalry.

After he was seated, he had to mull over her question. Think about how he would of responded, without sounding too much like a rude and well, abrasive person.
This lady was seeming to take an interest in him, and he wasn’t complaining. Lazarus and Elain would be proud of him for actually making an acquaintance, since he was more of the anti-social type. And not to mention, a touch violent and dark.
These things made people shy away, not to mention his vast amounts of tattoo work and his rugged face.

“Elain isn’t my blood sister… She’s my best friends sister. His name is Lazarus. You won’t catch either of those two mugging. I live with them since my family disowned me….”
He explained, as he asked the barkeep for some rum and cola. He would seem lost in thought with things, as he saw his drink be placed on the wood of the table.
He nodded in thanks, and took a small sip to sample.
It was perfectly balanced to his liking.

“Not sure what Lazarus does, and I’m sure Elain is doing something with healing people… Since that’s her thing… I just kinda roam. It’s what I’ve always done since I was young. Streets were all I knew. Not many kids could say they were raised by the streets in a literal fashion.
But I was… And it was all because of that fateful day at the Zoo….”
Donovan would deeply growl, and it would mimic the exact vibrato and tone of an angry Cheetah.
Taking another sip of his drink, he took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. He wasn’t used to being transparent with people, but he knew there was a time and a place for things. And this was the time and place.
“A cheetah had escaped from one of the exhibits in the zoo. Security and trainers were chasing him through crowds of screaming and terrified faces. I was coming back from the water fountain, when he saw me.
That yellow and black spotted creature hissed violently at me, and made a mad dash in my direction.”

The scene played out like a film in his head, as he did his best to keep from showing an sort of emotion on his face.
“People were yelling at me to run, but I didn’t. I stood in terror. He flew by me and took a large bite into my arm…”
Donovan said this, as he lifted his left arm, and near his wrist were the scars of the teeth that sunk into him. The marks were visibly clear, even with the delicate pattern of the tattoos on his arm.
“They gave me a shot and wrapped me up when they took me to the hospital. But it wasn’t till a day later, that I started sweating on my way home from football practice.
My heart was racing, and my senses seemed heightened. I, smelled things I shouldn’t of been able to…
I walked into my home, and my parents asked if I was okay… I couldn't respond. I dropped my bag and they witnessed me transform into a Cheetah. Turns out that bastard who bit me was a Were himself.”

Donovan drew a deep and heavy sigh. He had not ever told a stranger that story before. He felt slightly violated and vulnerable.
He wasn’t used to this feeling, and it made him slightly sick.
“So there you go… I’m no Robin Hood… I just take from where I need to, because I can’t rely on the other two I live with to take care of me all the time…
Hence why I dropped my morales for one day. But I’m actually glad you stopped me…
I’d probably be worse off if you didn’t..”


These Voices Won't Leave Me Alone
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