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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
    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!

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead50.35.0.252Posted On July 30, 2017 at 9:22 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.

Unlike many others the pair associated with, Tetradore did not make a habit of underestimating his childhood companion. Quite the contrary, the man knew Tobias was capable of learning, but few took the time to teach him properly. He wholly believed his best friend would be capable of living a normal life with Raven at his side and in turn, the were-king made every effort to give his friend the tools he might need to conquer the normal world. Driving was simply the next step in his efforts. That huff that let Tobias' lips was merely met with a firm stare of those emerald eyes. Tetradore was hardly above such a simple threat and, it seemed, his companion was well aware of his capability on following through regardless of whatever temper tantrum that the deviant might attempt to throw. That slow nod of his head was at least reassuring that Tobias understood, to some regard, that those instructions were near vital to the man's ability to drive that car. He tried to impress upon the man how utterly important it was to take that role of driver with some measure of responsibility, lest Tobias's driving led to the harm or death of those in his car - namely, Tetradore himself.

Those softly uttered words of concern caught the were-king off guard perhaps as much as that notion that cars could cause death seemed to afflict Tobias himself. He glanced up at the boy, his head tilted to the size as he eyed his companion for a moment, finding himself almost at a loss of what to say before clearing his throat and keeping himself on task. "Well….then make sure to drive carefully, okay?" It was ridiculous, surely, how that simple sentiment managed to so affect him. After all, for so much of his life there had been simply no one to care of his existence, his own sibling hardly cared to the manner in which Tobias did, much less those little lies he so often told himself before jumping into something as reckless as taking on Frost or in coping with those fights with Risque. He was so certain everyone would get on fine without his presence, and they had, truly. Though Raven had cried in disbelief of his return, and Nadya had sobbed in anger at his prolonged absence and lie, it was only Tobias who had so simply stated that he didn't want Tetradore to leave them again. Why that mattered so much to him all of a sudden, he could hardly say and yet, somehow, it did.

He tried to redirect the boy's attention elsewhere, however, his hands shifting towards those pedals only to make an effort to explain the use of those pedals and the gentleness required for that car to react. He knew well that explaining the whys and hows of that vehicle would be lost on the man. In fact, it would merely be setting the boy up for failure and so, instead, Tetradore attempted an analogy that he was sure Tobias could fathom, literally comparing the vehicle beneath them to the woman that the deviant so loved. He watched that tilt of the boy's head before that slow nod expressed Tobias' understanding, followed by that look of discontent that crossed the boy's features at the idea that the vehicle might be too prone to the same screaming that Nadya tended to utilize. It was a silly comparison, perhaps, and yet, it seemed to hit home where others surely would not have. That repetition of those instructions were met with a firm nod before Tetradore turned his attention towards the dashboard, making an effort to explain the concept of gas as simple energy for the car. That concept enough seemed to be readily accepted by the man, Tetradore easily shifted towards the oil and temperature gauges, the man making some effort to ensure Tobias didn't utterly destroy the car, much less with him in it. That declaration that those lines were 'death lines' saw his eyebrows raise and yet, the man was willing to embrace the idea all the same. "Exactly." He uttered in confirmation before continuing to go over the wheel and those little devices for the blinkers and the windshield wipers. It was only when Tetradore was satisfied with Tobias' grasp of that information that he instructed the boy to put his foot on the break, the man moving that car out of park and into the drive gear with a hint of clear anticipation. It was the moment of truth.

That car slowly started to crawl forward as Tobias' foot moved from the break, a soft breath of relief left his lips in the process as his gaze drifted from the road to the man at his side. That look of utter glee upon the boy's face was surely worth all of this effort and yet, Tetradore hardly had more than a mere moment to find some hint of satisfaction within that look before his companion's foot touched that gas pedal, the car lurching forward in a way that instinctively made Tetradore grab the handhold at his side before the man was pushed back in his seat by the rather abrupt slamming of the breaks. Dear God! He could even feel his heart thrumming faster in his chest at that! Still, he supposed it was better than his first effort in one of Risque's sports cars. He'd near slammed his foot on the gas and hit a mailbox his first effort. At least Tobias was doing better than that. "She is very...touchy." Tetradore responded after a moment , his grip still tight upon the door. "Try again...gentler…" He encouraged, allowing his friend to have another go at that driving.

This time, the forward movement was far smoother, Tobias entirely content to drive them in several small, tight circles down that road till Tetradore found himself reaching over to direct the wheel back onto some sort of straight path. That confidence within his companion's voice was met with a roll of his eyes and yet, he hardly disagreed, instead willing to let the boy have his self-assurance. "Try to follow the road okay? You see that dashed line in the middle? That separates the different lanes. When you drive on the real road, you have to stay in your lane, Tobias. Your lane is always the one on the right...on my side, okay? Dashed lines are okay for you to cross but solid lines are not okay." The concept of lanes, he was sure, was going to take far more effort before Tobias was ready to really be on the road….still, at least this was something. Tetradore eyed the turn in that airstrip up ahead, entirely weary of the boy's ability to turn the car when it was actually required of him. Well, the first challenge was ahead.

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