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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
    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

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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!

come on boy and rev it up! (Tetra) On June 06, 2017 at 1:08 AM by Tobias

He knew readily where to find his best of companions the moment Birdie was assured she needed him no longer, Tobias hurrying from his bedroom to that room next door the boy had all but claimed as his own in the wake of his Alpha’s departure. That lanky Leopard so having refused to allow any other within that room he had all but viciously guarded from that favourite floor rug on the very bed itself. So little of Tetradore’s room changed in any fashion since the green-eyed man had left it. If only because Tobias refused entry to just about any whom made any effort to step foot within it. The boy having spent so many endless hours merely sitting upon that rug or bed and waiting for Tetradore to return. The boy repeating over and over to any whom would listen that the man was coming back even when so many continued to assure him he was wrong. Whether that gangly deviant had so understood some magic no other did, his faith was merely unshakeable or, simply, he did not understand his companion had died remained to be seen. His assurance Tetradore would come back remaining determined. Tobias simply having waited night after night for his companion just as, once, he had followed night after night in the man’s wake in search of him throughout their childhood. How Tobias so possessed that knowledge or indeed how his own talents for finding those things he sought remained to be seen. Some things simply defied explanation.

That gangly deviant readily pressed against the door to Tetra’s bedroom then, the barefoot boy strolling in as he had done a thousand times before, his dark eyes readily scanning that room before falling upon the sight of his companion sprawled out upon his bed. The very bed Tobias had so determinedly made an effort to keep warm for him several nights a week should he return in the middle of the night. His own head tilted just slightly, examining the room at large, as if searching for something only his own eyes could truly see before he seemed oddly satisfied, head nodding to nothing and no one in particular before he made his own way to that bed. That towering young man collapsed down upon it and atop Tetradore’s feet, Tobias hardly seeming to mind the way in which he crushed them, that wild black hair, so desperately in need of a cut, falling into his equally dark eyes before he proceeded to attempt to blow his breath upward and blow it from his eyes. Lifting his hands upward requiring far too much effort. The boy at last regarding his favoured companion.

“Birdie is….reading now……I did not go….to garage.”

That he had done exactly what Tetradore had asked of him in taking care of his girlfriend and not going to the garage were surely worthy of praise in his eyes. Tobias so finally….peaceful after several months of being anything other. That Alpha-ship that had so automatically passed to him had pressed upon him, his mind unable to fully comprehend it nor those constant tugs and pulls of the others he had so suddenly become only more connected too- rendering the boy restless and irritable and more volatile than normal. That overwhelming desire to protect that pack and those beings he deemed his and Tetradore’s own having made the boy all the more aggressive in those months. He was capable of that alpha-ship to be sure and yet how healthy it had been for him remained to be seen. The boy wholly comfortable in his place as Beta and by his companions side as the very shadow he was assured it was his very purpose in life to be. His features at last relaxed in that return of their companionship. Yet, such was the nature of the boy that patience was hardly his forte when it came to gifts, that ready grin resting on his features now as he propped himself up upon one elbow to meet his Alpha’s gaze beneath that untamed hair that no one was brave enough to attempt to cut.

“Do we….get my…..present now?”

He asked at last. The boy unable to wait any longer. His gaze lifting briefly away from Tetradore to examine that room once more as he had done when he first entered, one hand lifting suddenly to point to several places in that room from his place on the bed and atop his best friends legs.

“I…guarded your….room good, didn’t I? I….did not let others in. I stayed….here…..all the nights.”

For all that boys faults- lack of loyalty was not one of them.

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