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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!

this one, he's got a princely racket101.180.53.52Posted On May 11, 2017 at 1:25 AM by Tobias

There was so much he remembered of that water and so much he did not in turn. Those fragmented pieces of his past existing in barely viable snapshots of memory he could barely grasp and yet- hardly desired too all the same. His mind itself recoiled from them, pressing them deeper into the obscurity of fractured thought that encompassed his mind at large and so protected him from that emotional pain he had all but given up the ability to feel. That fear however, remained entirely intact, warning him away from that running liquid that he knew would coat him, surround him and somehow fill is lungs until it burned and smothered him. He remembered that sensation. Fear and frustration beginning to give way to agitation as the woman continued to attempt to coax him into that shower. The boy willing, perhaps, for her. Only for her. A part of the man…trusting that she would hardly bring any harm to him. Tobias stepping within that space only to remain within the far corner, eyeing that water with a clear wariness, watching as it ran across her form as if entirely anticipating it to attack her somehow. The man ready at any moment to pull her away from it while eyeing those small rivulets that surrounded his feet with disdain, his own nakedness hardly seeming to concern him in any sense. His gaze lingering upon her own figure all the same. Even if only briefly. That desire to touch remaining still and yet that water so saw him think better of it. His dark eyes instead watching that wash cloth as she applied that soap to it and rested it on her arm. He was familiar with wash cloths, to an extent, even if he remained content to pretend otherwise. Tobias truly far from foolish in any sense of the word, the boy having learned to act in such a manner as to get what he wanted, in most instances. The gangly leopard plucking curiously at that cloth before abruptly lifting it to place it unceremoniously atop his mates head like a sodden hat. Declaring it to be just that.

Those bubbles left behind however- had readily grasped his attention, his mind delighting in those shapes and patterns and his fingers reached forward to brush against them, the boy taking a single step forward, so unaware he had done even that as Raven’s lips pressed again to his jaw and his mind remained fixated upon those foamy white bubbles alone. Both hands enclosed her wrist, running up the length of her arm and back down again, a grin tugging at his features in delight at that sensation before the curly-haired woman moved to speak of that cloth again, Tobias aware for the first time of that water that dribbled from her arm and onto his own, his entire form tensing all over again only to watch it run down his forearm before dropping off his elbow and harmlessly onto the shower floor. Several other drops following suit. The feline watching over and over as if to assure himself he understood that movement and that pattern before at last seeming to accept it as safe. Birdie reaching up then to take that cloth from her head, holding it in her hand once more.

The sudden press of that cloth to his own arm saw a ready scowl of disdain touch his features before the notion of it running up that appendage merely say him watching in some vague curiosity. That blood that hardly bothered him slowly beginning to fall from his figure all the more before she returned it to herself, the idea of wiping away that red so seeming to settle within him. An understanding of sorts dawning upon his features, Birdie beginning to place that soap upon her arms and neck, those bubbles seeming to appear again- much to his clear delight. His first attempt to follow her closer to that water halted by those extra streams that seemed to run down her figure, the boy taking several more moments to consider before shifting reluctantly forward in an effort to touch those bubbles he adored so much, fingers sweeping away that blood in turn only to watch her apply more soap to her stomach and arms and chest. The idea that he need touch them to make bubbles seeming to, slowly, settle within him before her hands reached to his own, the boy jerking slightly from that touch- though hardly from pain. More so his fear of that water was so entirely intact that he feared it touching him somehow. His dark gaze glancing down at his chest as those bubbles began to appear, his mind rapidly fixating upon that alone as his own hand lifted to rub through that soap and sweep the blood from his form. Ravens hands joining his own a moment later, that first, small sound of pleasure at that touch rising within him. Her fingers sweeping across those sensitive plains of his chest.

His own hand reached suddenly forward to rest on her own chest, pressing into that soapy foam, mimicking her actions, letting his hand run gently up the side of her neck to sweep those bubbles away, only to draw those fingers smoothly back down and across her shoulder and collarbone. His fingers drawing softly, gently down to trace ever so delicately around that first soft swell upon her chest, following those natural curves of her figure before his hand merely came to rest beneath it. That lack of fear upon her and too those gentle sounds of delight seeming to prompt some level of consideration within himself. Tobias paused, head tilting slightly in contemplation.


It was a curious word, one the boy so rarely, if ever, truly used. That word falling readily from his lips as understanding seemed to dawn within those dark eyes, the barest flicker of gold existing briefly within them before being cast aside. The boy stepping abruptly forward to almost crush his lips to her own, passing through that shower stream as he did to press her gently back against the wall of the shower itself, pinning her softly there as that kiss only deepened. Realisation, at last, seeming to have struck him. One hand sliding to brush over that soft flesh of her chest, finding that peak as his thumb brushed over it, stirring it to ready attention and too sweeping that soap from her figure as he did. The boy adjusting, briefly, to assure he was hardly standing within that water- merely letting it miss him entirely, for now- Tobias so finding a way to cheekily cheat all the same. His simple want for that woman he loved encompassing him entirely. The soap on both their bodies rapidly beginning to coat them both.

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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