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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!

when i used to rule the world50.125.74.154Posted On April 24, 2017 at 12:17 AM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

It wasn't often Alexander found himself feeling even an ounce of fondness for another being, certainly not anymore. He had become decidedly cynical in his old age, not that he had ever been much of a womanizer even in his youth. He'd abhorred from the beginning the fashion in which his father so utilized women and discarded them, though truly he hadn't thought of his father in quite some time. The point was, however, that she was an anomaly in the loneliness that was the norm of Alexander's life and yet, she was an anomaly he wanted to persist for as fleeting as her mortal life was. He knew that involving himself with her was only opening himself to the hurt that would one day come when she left him, in one fashion or another. It was inevitable, really, and yet...still, Alexander found himself willing to invite her out with him beyond that coffee shop all the same. That simple agreement was far more solidifying for him then perhaps even Alexis realized, releasing the man, in a way of those firm boundaries in which he had placed between them. After all, surely that agreement was a verbal confirmation that she was, indeed, interested in so seeing where this went.

Alexander knew well exactly what the young woman was suggesting as she ran her fingers through the grass beneath them, commenting upon that softness. He was hardly against such a decidedly public place to fulfil those physical desires, after all, within his youth it had been far more of a norm, of sorts, then what such a thing was now. Still, he rose upon his elbows just enough to survey the surrounding area, finding that absence of any other souls entirely pleasing enough for the man to fall back upon that grass and for his fingers to instead began to explore that slender physique he found settled on top of him. His fingers fiddled with the bottom of her shirt, so wordlessly showing his intentions before those calloused hands slipped beneath that fabric to brush along her flesh as he drew that cloth up and over her head. His blue-green eyes remained altogether intent upon her as her head tilted backwards ever so slightly, that sound that left her mouth and that roll of her hips against his own had an undeniable fashion of coaxing to life the man's own physical reaction to those wants.

He drew her down against his figure, his hands cupping her chest in the process as her lips brushed against his own. He was vaguely aware of the way in which her fingers so deftly toyed with that clasp of her bra until that fabric hung loosely against her frame and in his own hand. Briefly, his fingers slipped beneath that fabric, his thumb brushing gingerly against her flesh in an altogether teasing fashion and yet, it seemed as if he was hardly the only one with such intentions. Her lips moved towards his jawline and, ever so slightly, his head tilted away from her just enough to provide her that access to the tender flesh of his neck. Slowly, his fingers traced the sides of her body, falling down towards her hips only to press her hips down further against his own. His own pants were growing increasingly restrictive with every roll of her body against his, that desire surely felt beneath her. His fingers moved around the hem of her jeans, tracing that line till his hands found that button. It hardly took long before that button was undone, that zipper followed suit soon after as his features turned to press his lips against hers once again in a fashion far more fervently than before.

His pulled away just enough to mutter softly to her, his voice entirely breathy as he suggested, "You should take these off, Alexis." His fingers tugged almost playfully against those jeans, his fingers looping within those belt loops just enough to ensure she knew exactly what he was referring to. "I want to feel you against me." The man so freely admitted, those sea colored irises altogether intent as he watched her, entirely intending to follow suite. He yearned to feel her flesh against his, to feel her body move around him, hell, even for that intimate emotional connection that so often came during those sweet moments. In fact, Alexander found that, in that moment, he wanted all of her.

Alexander Macedonia

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


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