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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
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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!

when i used to rule the world50.125.74.154Posted On April 17, 2017 at 12:07 AM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

The young woman at his side was something of a weakness for the Dark Hunter ever since she'd first walked into his cafe those months ago. She had hardly been unique at first, just another one of those numerous souls terrified of him because of what he was and yet, somehow, the woman had grown on him. His appreciation for her company had blossomed into some sort of affection, contributed to by those feelings he'd learned she'd held for him - feelings in which he had been surprised to find himself easily returning. And now, now that she was back, he still found himself lingering, caring far more for their future then her initial desires for a mere job. His bright blue eyes were turned upwards towards the sky as he so considered this moment and what was necessary to bring that relationship to the next level. His attention turned towards her as the man inquired just how she might feel about seeing him beyond those hours she was scheduled to work, the man appearing eternally placid even in spite of the importance of that question he had placed to the young woman. He was altogether aware of the way she seemed breathless in the wake of that question and yet, that 'Yes' he had been so looking for prompted a simper upon his features as he pulled her down and into that grass.

His fingers tenderly brushed over her skin as he pushed those locks back before leaning upwards to press his lips against hers. Alexander was aware of her fingers curling into his own dirty blond locks until, eventually, the man pulled away from her just enough to remark on how utterly cold his bed had become in the wake of her absence. It was, he decided, an issue that needed to be remedied. A small near mischievous simper crossed his lips as he so finally suggested in a vague manner of exactly what their evening should consist of and yet, she hardly seemed to balk from the notion at all. Rather, a singular eyebrow rose as the young woman commented that the grass was rather soft and...far closer than that cafe. Her fingers tenderly seemed to toy at those blades beside him, those bright blue eyes only briefly watching her hands before the man rose to his elbows, those blue-green eyes turning from her only to take a moment to observe their surroundings. That park was decidedly empty, not a soul in sight and with that assurance that they were indeed alone, Alexander saw no reason in which he should deny that rather risque activity she'd suggested. "If that is what you want, whom I to deny you?" He commented softly, flopping back onto that grass only for his hands to raise to her hips.

His fingers moved up her figure beneath that cloth, simply feeling the silken flesh of her sides as he dragged that shirt upward and, eventually, pulled it over her head and from her petite figure. His lips found hers once again, pressing against her own in a tender display of affection as his fingers tenderly cupped her breast, the man entirely unhurried in those touches, altogether desiring to explore her petite frame in a fashion he had not previously been given the chance to do so. Slowly, his fingers moved from her chest to her side, trailing a trail downwards and back towards those hips he'd so started at, those fingers trailing along her hemline in a gentle teasing fashion - as if he had all the time in the world for this singular moment.

Alexander Macedonia

Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own


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