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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!

LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU. On March 29, 2017 at 2:18 PM by REGAN IZUMI

The Ark was different and yet the same. New smells overlapping the familiar and faces she had never seen lined the corridors. She had anticipated this to be sure but it still took a little getting use to. So vague part of her mind understood that something momentous had occurred as the scent of Tetradore in his 'throne room' was old aside from the newly lingering scent that dictated his presence here. How odd. His statement that Tobias was their Alpha at the moment had Regan swiveling her head round to gaze upon the shaggy haired man curiously. she felt no real pull to him as she did to Tetradore. Then again, Regan had allowed herself to be pinned by Tetradore. They hadn't really fought for submission and she highly doubted she would submit to anyone else. Perhaps, Tobias wasn't her Alpha afterall. Oh well. Regan shrugged off the idea and focused her gaze back upon the two other females in the room.

They both seemed overly emotional to Regan and the tigress found this strange. Regan tended to be more subdued and to see them crying and shaking amped up the predator inside. Huffing she lay her head atop Tetradore's lap and closed her amethyst eyes in the hopes that her mood would settle some. Just moment later she felt the light brush of fingertips through her fur and a delighted broken purr took up residence inside her chest. She had never really been stroked before and found she quite liked the sensation. She might insist this become a regular occurrence and the light brush of her mind to his echoed this idea. What a lovely feeling indeed.

Her moment is short lived however, as Tobias approaches and Regan's eyes open to watch. The brush of his fingers along her fur is alien and yet familiar and so the tigress allows it. A light brush of her mind to his showing acceptance of his presence and touch, for only a few would be brave enough to touch her, let alone allowed. But her and Tobias had always been similar in their oddity. Their brains worked the same in a lot of ways and it made it easy for them to understand one another.

The scent of Raven's fear practically permeated the room and Regan took this moment to wander from Tetradore's side and brush the length of her body against Raven. A tiger broken chuff exiting her throat. It was her way of saying everything was fine. That she was safe. "Relax Raven. I would not let anyone harm you. Not even Tetradore." She casts a glance at the emerald eyed man, not that she thought he would ever harm Raven. Especially for no reason. As a Tiger she was the largest predator in Sacrosanct, not only in size but in weight. She lingered at the girls side and allowed her formidable size and strength to lend support to her friend in her time of need.

While comforting Raven she allowed her amethyst eyes to wander over the other female. Her nostrils flaring and her large jaws spreading to allow the girls scent to flow across her tongue and along the jacobsons organ committing it to memory. It seemed familiar, though she couldn't remember seeing the woman before. Slowly, her massive jaws closed and she returned her attention to Tetradore.



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