• Edit

    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

  • Edit

    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    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

  • Edit

    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!

i'm a beggar in the morning101.180.53.52Posted On June 09, 2017 at 1:24 AM by Tobias

It was debatable, perhaps, as to whether he truly understood those words his companion offered him by way of explanation as to the condition of their visitor. Her assurance that what Frost had done was more akin to ‘broken’ all but lost upon him. Those deeper metaphors unable to find hold within the confines off his thoughts. His mind decidedly simple in this alone. The wolf was injured. Injured is broken. Thus, she was broken. His mate’s words only further confirming what he was sure he knew and yet his mind had already moved on from those queries, those golden leopard eyes fixated upon that new creature before him, hardly caring for the way he pressed into her space, testing both her limits and her patience as he trod upon that very line is position in Pack and the Ark itself so afforded him before at last leaning away- as if satisfied enough with her to lessen his attentions. That mention of her name saw one handsome, black-rimmed ear turn neatly towards her and yet that was perhaps the only acknowledgement he seemed to care to afford her for now. His actions hardly rudeness, the boys mind simply having fluttered in another direction entirely as he seemed to contemplate her all the more. The scent of her alone was different. The odour of blood permeating the ear with its salty undercurrent and yet blood was hardly something he feared, rather, that scent so had a habit of making him hungry and yet for now those instincts remained contained within himself. Tobias hardly inclined to jealousy or possessiveness when presented with female company. The lounging leopard content in his position, that warning growl from the wolf met with one of his own before his jaws parted in a wide yawn. The man allowing his animal form to shift. Replaced with that gangly, dark-haired boy.

His fathomless dark eyes lifted to those wounds on the wolf now, watching as Raven worked upon them. Why the girl did not just lick them he hardly knew. Licking solved all things. This he knew. This he was sure. His features scowling slightly before he asked after that Dark hunter whom had caused that damage, gaze flicking from the wolf to his mate and back again. Raven’s words seeing his head tilt slightly as if considering those things before his lips spread into a clear and obvious grin, head lifting as if proud in that moment before nodded in assurance that he would, indeed, be tearing those Hunters apart had they already come here. His gaze returned then to the wolf all the same, meeting her gaze as she assured him they were dead. Dead. This was a word he knew. A word he understood.

“Mira…..make dead?”

He inquired suddenly, his attention captured almost equally as abruptly by his own pants, the boy fussing over that hole within them, those long fingers teasing at the frayed edges and torn fabric. That he had clearly heard her name so acknowledge for the first time. The boy seeming to have accepted her presence all the same now as she spoke again, that mention of the word ‘Frost’ seeming to draw a reaction from him at last. The boy veritably bristling in response to that word alone, a hiss of sorts rising within his human throat. Those dark eyes lifted from the hole in his pants to eye the wolf once more. Whether he so understood the question being asked remained to be seen, his mind so often incapable of perceiving those directed questions and yet that name alone, the source of so much of their grief seemed to draw that almost instinctive response from the boy in turn.


That Spanish word for ‘horse’ so readily fell from his lips then. Tobias so often proving capable of that other language on occasion, his words shifting into something almost curiously accented though he hardly seemed aware of it, his lips parting to mutter to himself then, those nonsensical words falling from his lips for several more moments before his mind so seemed to re-arrange those thoughts. Tobias abruptly speaking again to Mira now.

“Frost…..break Bride…..all over. Bride…….cold…….not warm……too much cold…..cold that eats.”

He did not know those words for ‘frostbite’ the very thing the stallion himself was named for and was so capable of giving, the gangly man simply attempting to explain those conditions as his own mind understood, his features frowning now with the simply struggle of attempting to convey his thoughts and force them from his lips.

“Birdie…..sick….lots of days. Frost take…….sister ….away….and make Tetra and….Tobi….mad. Then……Tetra and Frost……have fight. Bleeding and……all the bleeding….bleeding….bleeding.”

He had, seemingly, become fixated on that word, repeating it over and over as his fingers traced invisible patterns upon that surface he sat upon.

“Frost…..make Tetra dead. Like….Mira make Hunters dead. Tobi waited…..for Tetra to come back…..it was long waiting…..but he did.”

Whether she understood that story or not remained to be seen. His eyes at last glancing up to her now, before narrowing decidedly.

“I do not….like Frost.”

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


Post A Reply