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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!

Tie this around your neck; On August 14, 2017 at 9:32 AM by Risque


It was time for him to open his eyes, to see there weren’t very many options in his favour. But if it meant she had to reteach him the ways it had to be, her ways, than she would be happy to define what needed to be taught or beaten into his mind. Part of her may have wanted him to fit right back into place like an old glove but the sadistic part of her, the sick and depraved side wanted to break him down to build him into a creature that was all hers once more. Not all the baring of sharp teeth or soft meaningless growls would help him now. She could feel her anger just beneath the surface, her impatience snapped like a whip with his casual defiance. What did he think would happen? Did he honestly think things could be different? Could they be? Could he be of use to her in ways other than placed on a leash under her thumb?

One thing for certain was she had him right where she wanted him.

How she taunts him in her way, tiptoeing her line of savage cruelty when she knew all too well that her cruel response was inevitable. She wanted him feeling stripped and vulnerable before her. If she had it her way and knowing her she always found a way of achieving that, on way or another she would break down those defiant walls. Her ferocious panther soldier would be back in one form or another, even if he didn’t know it yet.

Risque dismisses his threat with an idle wave of her manicured hand. She scoffs at how underestimated her. Much like he did when he thought he killed her and clearly failed. Surely he forgot she had been at this game a very long time, longer than he was born, longer than his parents we alive. She saw that smirk that lit up his smug features and without thinking she smacked him right across the face to claw it off. “Hollow threats, my pet. Besides, you won’t let that happen. If I die, you come with me and everyone you care for soon after. Ironic justice if you will.” He had to know she had a failsafe, always a way to bite someone far beyond any grave she could be shoved in. This was all just a game to her. Life and death would always be a game, one she seemed to win every single time. But even she had to admit, she had never been so weak before. Never was she ever stripped down of her powers despite her rule over felines. He didn’t need to know that, no one needed to know that. She would bide her time while she gained her power back like rebuilding a torn down home, the kitten queen had earned her title without her powers. She was quite good at controlling and manipulating those to doing her bidding, which was a skillset many failed to live up to. Every enemy that stood against her had fallen or simply did not like their odds against the ancient vampire. Even now, she exudes her power.

Tetradore’s defiance was an invitation despite how much it irked her, insulted her as he tended to do. He had gotten away with far more than anyone ever had, most would be nothing but gutted and flayed ribbons at her feet if they spoke or disrespected in the ways he had. His hard and defiant stare that he dared to meet her eyes only brought a tinge of a sadistic smile to her lips, her eyes narrowing as that dragon’s fury bubbled beneath her surface. It was so tempting to unleash it upon this defiant man, her defiant panther. No matter how much he claimed he wasn’t her pet, no matter how much so called freedom she gave him, her hooks wedged in so very deep into the man, puncturing his very soul.

Did he feel that call? Or did he brainwash himself that much that he simply forgot those hooks still bit in deep? He dared to take a step closer to her oozing that insolence. She lifts her pale hands so that she could cup that masculine face, in a way that almost seemed so tender and gentle. “Oh what a handsome fool.. That alpha in you still roars like it thinks it has a choice but you know the truth Tetradore. The past can attest to it.” Her voice is almost soft and luxurious like satin on flesh, her eyes hardened and her words are sharp like razorblades upon tender skin. He tried to give her back the necklace that had cost so much.“You will wear that necklace my pet. I want my insurance on your life.” Her hypnotic voice falls from those crimson lips, the trickle of her power that control bites at that demand to ensure he obeyed. Her nails were more akin to talons, her index finger, her nail sharpened like the tip of a dagger tipped with silver. She slices his cheek so it inflicted just a little bit of pain as she pulled away and his blood stained her flesh once more. She fights the urge to run her tongue along the mouth of that wound, instead she brought the nail to her lips so she could taste the droplet of his saccharine blood, savouring that particular taste.

Her power suddenly swells, oppressive and unforgiving as she allows it to crash down upon him and all the other creatures who could feel it in this room. A reminder that she has her limits within that insolence. She told him to submit and he blatantly said no. “You force me to make an example of you.” Her rich voice bites like that predatory felines she controls. With the force of her power she demands him to obey. “On your knees and submit.” Obey me. She uses that power that can control and manipulate her kitty cats and uses it relentlessly against Tetradrore.

Those vampiric eyes glow like blazing lights, so much so you could no longer see the pupil. He really did make this almost too easy, almost like he yearned for her punishment. Wanted to feed the sadistic monster that she was. Was it not better to offer her what she wanted by freewill alone? An illusion of control. Yet still she welcomes his defiance, reveling in the knowing that he was once again within her clutches.


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