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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 world50.35.0.252Posted On June 04, 2017 at 11:47 PM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

That notion of afterwards had hardly crossed the Dark Hunter's thoughts as that button was near torn from his jeans. In that very moment, Alexander found his care for his own clothing particularly low. All that mattered in that singular moment was the woman positioned on top of him. He was well attuned to those fingers that brushed against his now bare flesh as her hand slipped beneath his pant line. That breathy groan reverberated from his lips as she took him within her fingers, her touch firm as she so caressed him, quickly finding the fashion in which Alexander so reacted best. His breath was quickly becoming unsteady as his own fingers moved to gingerly brush against her stomach and down wards past those undergarments and towards that sensitive area. His thumb massaged that area, that sound of that moan only further urging him onwards as those bright blue-green eyes so focused upon her figure. Alexander could hardly deny that physical attraction he felt towards that woman, her slender physique entirely arousing as she leaned into his touch. He watched as she shifted forward against him, her words breathy in his ear as she uttered of her wants. "I'm all yours, Alexis." The Dark Hunter uttered softly on response, altogether embracing that touch of her lips down his jawline and neck.

His hips shifted as he attempted to assist the girl in the removal of his jeans, the man entirely eager for more then that touch of her fingers against him. His hands settled upon her bare hips as she moved against on top of him, his own groin brushing against hers in a teasing fashion before his gaze briefly met her own. That unspoken question was met with an eager nod, his fingers reached down to gasp himself, helping in what fashion he could as she pressed down upon him, guiding him within her. A sharp inhale left his lips as he entered her, followed closely by a groan as his hips began to roll against her form. His hands encouraged her hips to move against her, and in turn to allow him to move within the woman. His breath hardly remained steady in any sense as his body so moved against her's and yet, Alexander found himself wanting more than that which she offered him. Alexis had been the first woman in several decades that he'd so breached that physical boundary with, prompting those near needs within him.

It was near habitual, the fashion at which he pulled her waist and hips firmly against her before rolling the pair over, setting the woman into the chilled grass beneath them whilst, in turn, allowing him to move deeper within her. He leaned down against her, his lips pressing against her own in an effort to so wordlessly display that affection and, certainly, that lust that so filled the man for her.

Alexander Macedonia

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


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