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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
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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!

he'll only break your heart101.176.136.166Posted On July 04, 2017 at 12:49 AM by Tobias

His fingers reached easily for that toy sheep, standing the little plastic figurine up and onto its feet before placing it beside an equally plastic tree. Tobias reached eagerly for another figure then, the boy selecting a plastic cow before placing that beside the sheep. The boy ordering those animals with a distinct and precise care one after the other. He had, for once, managed to remain quiet most of the afternoon without demanding either Tetradore or Raven’s attention. What little remained off his mind fixated upon his toys, those fathomless dark eyes glancing upward every now and then to make sure his Birdie was where he had left her, reading upon the bed. He was content in her presence. Tobias having come to simply welcome her company even if, sometimes, he hardly spoke a word. The boy well and truly lost within his own world of farm animals. A game he rarely allowed others to play and yet had come to allow Raven to watch if she desired. His lips moved every now and then, those soft words uttered and yet just what they meant reminded decidedly unclear, those words seeming to have little true purpose or meaning, the vast majority of them completely nonsense to any whom could hear them and yet once more- few existed whom would dare interrupt the boy when lost within one of his games.

It was that tug of the pack bond alone that seemed to draw that boy from whatever fractured thoughts his mind existed within, dark eyes glancing upward to peer towards the door for several moments before that toy horse was laid carefully upon it’s side. Tobias pulling himself upward and onto his bare feet. The man still refusing, staunchly, to wear shoes of any kind, those bare feet padding towards the door now as one hand lifted to push that mop of wild black hair from his eyes. The boy peering readily out and into the hall. He could smell that new feline from here, his lips pulling back from his teeth slightly even despite that human skin he wore. That line between man and beast so terribly thin within the boy. A snort of sorts readily erupted from within him, his gaze turned back towards his mate, gesturing for her to follow before he stepped out of that door and into the hall, making his way readily towards his best of friends and chosen Alpha’s. Tobias so having served as Tetradore’s veritable shadow since the time they were mere boys. A new feline within that pack was….curious to him, the lanky deviant crossing the floor and onto that landing where Tetra sat and Henry leaned against the railing. His gaze drifted near automatically to Tetradore alone, Tobias so readily assessing his companion’s features, his mood, the very way he sat, as if attempting to understand just what emotion he should display. Tobias, after all, so often seemed content to simply mimic those around him, his true personality perhaps something entirely debatable. The boy a shameless mimic of life itself or indeed- an animal playing at a man.

His own form paused barely a stride or two from Henry, the boy distinctly aware of Tetradore all the same. The emerald eyed man perhaps the only being within all the world he was unwilling to displease. Tetra seeming….content in Henry’s presence. Tobias, by that notion, at least willing enough to offer the same. His head tilted in a near dog-like fashion as if to eye the blonde man from another angle, those dark eyes unblinking for several moments as if the deviant so attempted to decide whether or not to approach that other fellow before abruptly stepping forward. One hand reached suddenly out to grasp a single lock of Henry’s hair, Tobias readily leaning forward as if to eye that hair as if it was somehow important, the boy oblivious to any notion of personal space. Tobias muttering irritably to himself before abruptly releasing poor Henry’s hair, his arms folding across his chest then as he eyed him.


Those stuttered words struggled free of his lips. Each syllable an evident struggle, Tobias offering no explanation as to what about Henry’s hair could at all be nicer before the boy turned to point now towards Raven and then towards that chair beside Tetradore’s own, that place reserved for Tobias alone and one the boy was determined Henry would understand.

“Mine….and mine.”

These were the only rules, it seemed, that pack Beta was willing to impose upon his newfound subordinate. His eyes remaining unflinchingly upon Henry until he was assured the man had understood that Raven and that chair were reserved for him alone before the boy turned abruptly from him. Tobias marching back across that floor to flop dramatically into his throne beside Tetradore’s own. That this was the Nightshade Beta was perhaps something of a surprise and yet, that messy haired deviant was a distinctly more powerful creature then he appeared. One long leg easily folded over the other, Tobias wholly oblivious to the notion of whispering in any sense, his head leaning upon the palm off his hand as he spoke to Tetradore alone.

“Are….we keeping….him?”

Whether or not they were ‘keeping’ Henry was evidently of importance, the boy’s eyes flicking towards the other man before returning to Tetradore then. Tobias so evidently attempting to decide whether to like Henry or not, or indeed, whether he was even worthy of attention at all…

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


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