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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 world50.35.0.252Posted On June 24, 2017 at 2:07 PM by ALEXANDER MACEDONIA

i used to rule the world

seas would rise when i gave the word

His hands gripped on the flesh of her hips with far more pressure than he usually touched her, that sheer lust that had so coaxed into a veritable fire within him prompted a measure of fervor within him. His hips rolled against her's, eagerly meeting each movement of her own with equal force. His breath had long since quickened with each thrust of his body within her, those groans peeled from his lips in a near rhythmic fashion as he pulled her closer towards him. It wasn't enough for him, not yet. He wanted to feel every part of her, to fill her very depths, to prompt those sounds from her lips and to haver her body flush against his own. It was with that desire that Alexander wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer against him as he rolled the pair over. That giggle that left her lips had a way of bringing a small simper upon his own features, even if his thoughts were near fully focused upon those sensations her body so afforded him in those tender moments.

A soft groan left his lips as he slid deeper into her, her body near shimming beneath him. The man leaned down, his lips eagerly met her own as her hands tangled into his locks. Her hips so eagerly pressed into his own as he held her body closer against him, his hips so quickening their pace within her form. He was getting closer - ever so closer as he groaned against her lips. That sound of his own name caused him to pant ever so slightly and yet, Alexander was willing to give just as much as he took from her. Alexander shifted within her, searching for those very same places that might offer her just as much pleasure as he took from her frame. It was only once he felt her body tightening around his own frame that he was willing to even allow himself that release he damn near craved. "Oh, god, Alexis." Those words were softly muttered on his lips as his pace quickened deeper within him, the man ever quickly moving towards that near pentacle of pleasure before, with a few further firm thrusts, he found himself moaning in that near ecstasy as he finished within her.

Slowly, the man shifted, pulling himself from her, the man rolling off of her and onto his side next to her. His chest rose and fell haphazardly as he attempted to catch his breath and yet, those blue-green eyes remained steadfast upon the young woman. His attention was wholly settled on her alone. A near impish look crossed his features as his gaze brushed over her figure in the wake of all they had done. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of that." He commented in a low voice and yet, those words were entirely teasing all the same. It was perhaps stereotypical of him but, sex had a way of putting the man in a far better mood then he often was - that seriousness he wore so regularly almost falling free from the near ancient man.

Alexander Macedonia

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


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