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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 lead50.46.131.56Posted On October 04, 2017 at 9:01 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

I can't help this awful energy
Goddamn right, you should be scared of me

It was quite clear to the were-feline that his female companion had been denied the simple pleasure of this for far too long. There was a joy to be had, to run free and unburdened with the worries of the world. That field seemed to draw out that simple acknowledgement of freedom from her, prompting her to declare that a race between the pair was surely a necessity. Raven was altogether quick to discard that human skin for her ebony fur and yet, Tetradore hardly wished to shred those clothes he was wearing, the articles removed at his own pace, as impatient as it seemed to make the young woman. Even so, it took but moments before the form of that ebony panther was at her side, his powerful haunches easily launched him forward as they raced through that long grass. He was hardly intending to win that race, even if it was well within his capabilities. Quite on the contrary, Tetradore was wholly content to "bond" with the woman, so to speak, by losing to her, even if he was certain he'd never hear the end of that boasting about the 'one time' she'd managed to succeed in something he 'failed' at. Unfortunately for Tetradore, that race never quite got that far before the wolverine tripped, her body slamming into his only to send them both spiraling into nothing else but….mud.

The man could hardly help that scowl upon his features as he slowly rose to his feet, the feline entirely attempting to shake off that mud only to find himself failing entirely. He absolutely despised the substance and the way it not only stuck but also dried onto his frame. That apologetic glance he was given, however, was quickly ignored in the wake of that roar, one that apparently coaxed the young woman to look up out of the protective shielding of that swaying grass. That sound, however, was one Tetradore could place quite near immediately, the man having successfully gone up against such a creature more than once. He quickly jumped to Raven's side, his mouth encircling upon that scruff as he attempting to pull the girl backwards and away from the roaring beast. That tug, however, was hardly rough in any sense, more of a coaxing pull and yet, it near immediately awarded him with her attention. She seemed willing enough to duck down and away from the beast, the woman confirming but moments later that she had little intention of venturing near - at least until the mention of her tail quite fully caught him off guard. His emerald gaze quickly shifted towards her figure, that sight of the bear cub quite near prompted him to freeze. This was not going to end well.

The sound of that whimper from the woman caused a near immediate reaction within the man, his own lips curled upwards, flashing those sharp, large ivory incisors. There was a low, soft growl in the back of his throat as he took a singular step closer towards her, his almost aggressive stance caught off guard by sound of her voice pressing against his skull. Tetradore could hardly deny that look of incredulousness across his features, the man near immune to that bear cub's cuteness. After all, to take pity or to emotionally connect with the young of other species had been all but beaten from him under the watchful eye of his vampiric mistress. It was that roar of that mother bear that drew his gaze from the cub and the peculiar display of femininity from that wolf. "Come on, Raven, we have to go.". His voice was firm and urgent, the feline hardly wishing to get caught in between mother and child. Tetradore turned, fully intending to lead the way away only to find himself near face to face with another of those furry creatures. That surprise was quite quickly replaced with a scowl of his features. That sudden shadow behind him caused the Alpha to near freeze, his head slowly turning to face that mother bear. Well...fuck.

He hardly anticipated that sudden launch of the female wolf and yet, Tetradore certainly didn't have any reason to interject. His own powerful haunches quite near threw himself upwards and over that bear cub, following within the wolf's footsteps as they dashed through that field and towards the bend of that lake. The feline slowed only as his companion did too, those emerald eyes hardly bothering to shift downward so much as to survey their immediate surroundings for any other potential threat they might find. That sudden splashing quite near caught him off guard and yet, unlike their mutual spotted companion, Tetradore hardly disliked water in any sense...except that it reminded him of just how muddy he was. His head shook ever so slightly, clearly unperturbed about the bear or 'what had come over her'. After all, they were both safe and sound and truly, that was all that mattered to him. "Can you doggy paddle?" He inquired, a rare glint of mischievousness upon within his irises before the feline quite near leapt into the water, eager to take part in freeing his frame of that mud.

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