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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
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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!

Lost In Her Stare71.94.255.66Posted On February 13, 2018 at 10:34 AM by Braxton Redfield

if we are so freeThen why are our minds not meant to be?

She was immune to his Mental Mimicry. How intriguing was this. Not often did Braxton ever come across people that could resist him, and the way she taunted him after his attempt was laughable in his eyes. This reaction from Vitani was simply just something he had seen one-hundred times over: Especially since he had literally been around to watch the world change in his two-hundred years of living. That number was paled in comparison to other Fae he had the chance of meeting. Many were over one thousand years, or just over a hundred years older than he.
Not to mention many the ones he met came from a high status of living, or managed to get to that state in their time as a Fae. Hell, a huge majority of Fae were royalty. Yet Braxton, a common soldier that was serving under the crown of King George for a cause he had believed in, after losing his wife and kid to those miserable colonists… Was forcibly turned into a Fae. That woman that lured him and his troops; The memory still stung him as he scowled a bit looked away from Vitani for but a moment.

Why of all times did he have to remember something like that? Perhaps it was the way Vitani was dressed in that white dress of hers, and her hair… No, that temptress that was in the woods may of worn a white, flowing dress that moved with her. But her hair was an amber color of sorts.
He remembered the ritual all too well, and the other Fae that were dancing around as Braxton was sacrificed.
Braxton would growl from the depths of his throat and spit on the ground. His disdain for that woman was still very much alive, but he harbored no hate towards any other Fae. After all, they weren’t the reason he was forced into this life, but this forced change was why he was twisted, dark and had the ability he did.
But he had to shake this expression and thought off of him, and he did just that as he turned to Vitani and scoffed.
“Sorry, had an air bubble in my throat for a moment.”
He explained to her as he would toss the dying cigarette to the ground and squish it under his boot.

Vitani had introduced herself formerly to Braxton, and he took note of it as he wanted to instinctively reach for his cigarettes, but he stopped himself. Perhaps he had enough for now, and if he did happen to go somewhere with Vitani, he would think that she’d find it rude for him to smoke in her limo. Plus, he had no idea how dangerous she actually was under that guise of hers.
Braxton put his hands on his hips as he would look at the blue eyed and platinum haired lady, as she offered to have him join her for breakfast. This was a sign, it was the start of something between the two of them. Perhaps, he would have an ally in this town after all… Perhaps even an accomplice of sorts.
“It would be my pleasure to join you, m’lady.”

Don't believe thy majesty,

They'll eat you alive.


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