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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!

ice, ice baby60.229.56.189Posted On January 09, 2018 at 2:38 PM by Rixon Leifsson

we built this city on broken glass


It was rare for the stallion to find himself intrigued with another being in any sense. Those without value to him were of no interest and as such the man was ill-inclined to finding any sense of curiosity in another from a mere passing conversation and yet it was equally as rare to find a woman with enough spine to meet him head on- so to speak. Her assurance she would make a fine mean giraffe merely saw one eye lift upward. Frost rather assured he had not met many a being whom would wilfully choose a giraffe off all creatures and yet he was afforded little time to query it further. Lise abruptly rising from that chair only to near sprint from that cafe as if her very existence depended on that abrupt physical exertion. Frankly he was surprised she could run straight after that much alcohol and yet she seemed to manage well enough. The stallion rose silently from his chair then, his hands returned to his pockets as he strode silently from that building. Frost never yet having paid for a single drink or meal he had ever had at the place and really he saw little need to start now.

It was easier than he anticipated to trail after the running woman, even within the gloom of that evening. He could smell her almost effortlessly. That sharp scent of alcohol lingering in the air. Her footsteps, frantic though they were, carving a path on that frosted sidewalk. The stallion continued to trail lacidastically after her, that scent abruptly turning down an alleyway, the distant sound of her voice finding him then before that silence seemed to prevail. He stepped easily around that corner then, what little of his gaze could be seen beneath that forelock of stark white hair eyeing the pair of vampires whom appeared to be collapsed on the ground beside one another. Either the fool of a woman had run headlong into another man and taken them both out or she had crash tackled him to the ground in some measure of drunken exuberance. Frost finding the later to be more entertaining and yet his features remained expressionless as always as he merely eyed the pair with the vaguest sense of intrigue. Lise’s words finding him then, the woman declaring this to be the very roommate whom so apparently had driven her to drink to begin with. What relationship truly existed between the pair he hardly knew and perhaps to some extent he hardly cared. The Alpha rarely choosing to indulge in the business of others when he had his own to take care off and yet for the briefest of moments that vague simper found his lips all the same. Those cold, smooth words parting his lips then in those accented tones.

“I was told, once, that the vampiric species possessed a supernatural grace that was a sight to behold. It appears I was lied too. How disappointing.”

One hand gestured loosely then to the pair of vampires still sprawled on the ground. His lip quirking ever so slightly as he regarded Lise once more, those words wholly baiting and yet delivered with that same cool tone as always. His arms folded easily across his chest then, the man leaning back against the nearest car, his gaze turning at last to the man Lise claimed to be her roommate. The fellow appearing to be rather injured in some fashion, Frost more than capable of alleviating such injuries from another and yet he hardly made any effort to afford such assistance. Why should he? For now, at least, the other man was unremarkable. Frost rarely inclined to acts of kindness all the same. His gaze lingering on this ‘James’ for a few moments longer before returning to the young woman, a part of the equine still attempting to understand this relationship that existed before him. That look of warning the woman offered him was hardly unnoticed, an almost imperceptible now of his head simply offered to assure the woman he understood and yet if the fellow sprawled upon the road was any real threat he was yet to prove it by doing anything other then dramatically laying about. Even so, his own affinity stirred readily within himself, that dangerous level of heat simmering beneath his skin. Any attempt either vampire should make to bite him, let alone touch him, likely to result in those burns severe enough to pull the skin from their bones or fry their tongues and lips into blistered glory. Such an affinity coaxed silently and imperceptibly into existence all the same. The lack of snow or ice at his feet the only true sign of that warmth.

“I’m quite sure we hadn’t finished our conversation.”

FrosT




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