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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!

round and round and round we go101.180.53.52Posted On April 16, 2017 at 12:20 AM by Tobias

The idea of heaven and hell, in any real sense, was entirely lost upon the deviant boy. Tobias oblivious to that internal concern that stirred within his companion over those fanciful, religious notions. Tobias far more concerned, as always, with the here and now of the world. With whether or not he was truly real. Those sweet treats seeming to have afflicted the boy with a level of awareness truly rare for him and more than that, so seemingly allowed him to question his existential being in a manner he had never shown the capability to do before. Such ignorance to the world was, perhaps, something of a blessing. The gangly Leopard so suddenly finding himself almost concerned with the ways of the world, his gaze blinking several times in his efforts to understand his own reality. Those words mumbled towards his companion before Tetradore seemed to decide that if he was real to him and they were, in turn, real to each other then surely that was all that mattered. Tobias fixed with that rare grin from his best of friends that seemed to see that grin returned to him in turn as the boy made an effort to mimic that look.

“They always…..say to us…..to…go to hell……maybe we have found it?”

Tobias, after all, was hardly oblivious to those shouts from the beings they took down within the Ark or the local police force or indeed nearly any of those other packs or gangs they happened to run into. Almost all of them content to tell the pair to ‘got to hell’ at some point or another. Tobias unable to truly understand those words and yet he had long since attempted to contemplate where hell was and how they might get to it. The boy capable of disconcerting those directives when they were given on occasion. The deviant entirely capable of believing that this was indeed hell, the boy having no other ideas about it at all. Tobias as likely to believe this was Hell as he was to believe it was Connecticut, a Farm or the Beach. The man unable to understand location at all. Much less location names. All such things utterly unimportant to him.

His own curiosity of those mirrors saw the boy steadily wander further from his companion, his thoughts decidedly hazy, dark eyes drifting from one reflection to another as he wandered so accidentally further and further into that maze and away from his friend. It was not until he had nearly reached the centre of that maze that he became aware of that lack of Tetradore. Tobias readily scowling, head ducking down to search for the other man’s feet, the idea of Marco Polo lost upon him. The shaggy-haired deviant simply assured that Tetradore had forgotten his name. Who Marco was he hardly knew, the boy shouting in delight at the discovery off his feet beneath those mirrors, the man demanding Tetradore come to him. The idea of his climbing those mirrors so fortunately turned down before the Alpha appeared suddenly above him, crashing down upon him a moment later. That grunt forced from Tobias’ lips with the weight of the man crushing down upon him, that protest falling from his lips has his hands scrabbled at the grass, attempting to find some purchase before his hand angled back to the man laying very near atop him. That initial annoyance at being crushed readily replaced with delight at his appearance. The Panthers words seeing his own head tilt at this idea of ‘needing a good crushing’ and ‘limbering up’.

“I will….remember this.”

That this was perhaps not a terribly good thing for him to remember and perhaps something that would surely see him crush Tetradore on several occasions remained to be seen as he managed to at least free part of himself. The sudden appearance of the clown readily seeing the boy climb to his feet, his gaze narrowing warily on that clown- Tobias oblivious to any idea that this was merely a costume and too- that it was supposed to be a joyful, entertaining one. The boy instead seeming unable to decide whether or not it could be eaten or whether it was worth attacking at all, his gaze deviating to his chosen Alpha once more, dark eyes so aware of Tetradore’s own movements, searching for any hint as to whether he might be allowed to act upon that intruder. The other man perhaps fortunately remaining mostly clam and so seeing Tobias withhold himself in turn. At least until that ‘rawr’ was utter from the green-eyed mans lips. Tobias blinking a moment before a grin of delight seemed to find him. His emotions so wholly out of control this evening as that snickering hissed from between his lips.


He was very near content to yell it, if only to beat Tetradore as this supposed game. The attendant looking more than confused as he slowly started to walk away, Tobias snickering still though why remained to be seen altogether. The boy simply having decided he liked the sound of it as Tetradore mentioned these donuts. His own gaze shifted to the mans hands, eyeing that circle he made with them in an attempt to describe a donut. The query as to whether or not he had ever had one met with a shake off his head before it shifted into an enthusiastic nod at the idea. How on earth they managed to get out of that maze he hardly knew, the gangly boy imply trailing behind his companion as they turned about, Tobias own ability to seek those things he desired seeing the man make a beeline for those donuts the moment they were free, the small trailer producing a delightful scent and yet the man’s ability to find the front of it was seemingly lacking tonight. Tobias so coming to stand at the back of that trailer, glaring at it slightly, assured it was closed (despite being on the wrong side). One hand lifted to bang unceremoniously upon it.

“Donuts! Doooonuts!”

It was, for all the world, a clearly great tragedy that donuts were apparently not available- or so he believed- Tobias oblivious to Tetradore upon the other side so managing to actually order them as his wailing only continued, his fists banging more determinedly upon the back of that trailer as he slide dramatically further and further down it. An angry voice from within tell him to ‘cut it out’ and yet even this so seemed to fail to find its way through his hazy mind. Tetradore’s sudden appearance with those donuts in hand readily seeing the man right himself once more- one hand reaching out to snatch his own treat from the man. As if his wailing had never occurred at all.

“Yay Tetra!”

Tetradore, he was sure, had saved that evening. The boy in further awe of his Alpha in that moment before suddenly heading off in another direction and slightly away from that carnival and towards an open field of sorts. He bit readily into the donut, the sugar alone so seeming to delight him, the man grinning back towards his companion now as he near inhaled that food, his gaze turned back to the other man before Tobias so suddenly ducked down in that grass. Tetradore, after all, still had some donut. Tobias did not. The boy so suddenly aware of this. To shift within his animal form was far too much effort in that moment. His mind to sluggish to consider it as he shifted forward in some poor imitation of a hunting crouch, attempting to sneak up upon the other man before launching from the grass in some effort to snatch that donut from the man’s hand- the boy missing abysmally to merely tumbled into that long grass. Tobias taking several moments to attempt to gather himself before those dark eyes narrowed upon Tetradore once more.

“Tetra is…..very fast.”

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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