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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 lead50.125.74.119Posted On February 12, 2018 at 9:15 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

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

Tetradore was hardly prepared, truly, for that touch of emotion that so afflicted the young woman at his side. Although her reaction to his revival had been certainly far from ordinary, he hadn't quite realized the sheer extent that his death had upon her. After all, though they lived and worked frequently together, he'd hardly say that the pair was….close. At least, not enough for his absence to make a difference. Oh how wrong it seemed Tetradore was. He hesitated before offering her some measure of reassurance, the man still seeking to soothe her troubled soul even if he was unsure of the viability of his continued life. Her insistence to promise he'd try, however, made him hesitate all the more. Would he truly promise not to die? After all, Tetradore had never had a particularly long life expectancy, even more so with the continual fights in the ring. His body went through hell and his own mind often followed in suit. His mouth felt exceedingly dry, even as he pushed those two singular words into her own thoughts. "I promise.". It was a lie. He knew it was a lie and yet, it was the lie that Raven so desperately needed to hear from him in that moment.

He was all too quick to change the topic of conversation, instead choosing to admit with a hint of guilt that it had been Frost himself that had kept Tetradore absent for so very long. His revenge was perhaps petty and childish, he was well aware of it and yet, it had given him a sort of satisfaction. He was oblivious, truly, to that almost menacing aura he was capable of wielding without the use of his affinity, the man entirely unaware of all she had witnessed within that ring. So much of it was simply what he had been taught to do. That feminine laughter that echoed through his thoughts caused a grin to settle upon his features, the were-King almost pleased that she took such joy from his decisions. That wagging of her tail and chipper tone to her voice caused his own tail to lash in a small show of contentment. "I'm glad you think so." He uttered softly, even if he was not nearly as convinced that his short haunting would have any sort of lasting impact on the steed. It had been a temporary distraction in their rivalry at best and yet, Tetradore's renewed life was perhaps as much of a statement as anything else. He was certain the pair of Alphas would clash again, now that Tetradore's revival was well known and yet, with Nadya's decision to join his opponents pack, maybe this was the best sort of peace they could all hope for.

That heavy sigh drew the man from his thoughts, his emerald eyes shifted towards her with a glimpse of curiosity. That apology certainly saw him pause and yet, for a moment, he was almost unsure of what to say. There was no denying that Raven had been the catalyst for that argument between himself and the ivory steed and yet, Tetradore suspected that such difficulties would have arisen irregardless, thanks to that love affair with his sibling. A small shrug crossed his shoulders, "It's in the past now." He stated, that reassurance far more lacking then his last effort had been and yet, this was a far more complicated topic. It was one, however, he was equally as willing to let drop, the man instead entirely content to turn his attention to licking the remaining meat off of those bones, an act the feline's tongue certainly excelled at. He allowed that silence to drift over them as the pair finished their meals, the man certain there was nothing left to say of that encounter with Frost on either of their parts. In fact, it wasn't until that soft sigh that his attention turned from the meticulous cleaning of his own paw, his gaze following hers to the hue of the sky. For a moment, those emerald eyes simply stared at the horizon, as if he was considering something of great importance before the man merely nodded briefly.

He led her away from those fish, this time content to simply walk from that field with it's swaying grass and further north towards those forested paths. The were-King would pause, ever so slightly, his nose twitching as he sniffed the very scent of the air, only to continue moving further through that dimness. By the time Tetradore paused, the moon was already hanging over head, the sky near pitch black in hue, lit by those all too visible stars. He settled upon his haunches, his gaze turned almost expectantly towards the young woman. "Ready?" He inquired, waiting for some sort of confirmation before his head turned upwards, his jaws parting to let that roar echo through the quiet nightlife. A please sort of look crossed his features, his head cocked inquisitively to the side as he merely….waited. It didn't happen immediately, not quite. The first one almost low and in the distant and yet, it was wholly distinct. A howl. It was followed by a second and a third, those sounds picked up by that pack of wolves whose territory he had near purposefully led the pair into. Although that sound was certainly meant to be territorial, Tetradore had every intention to utilize it for something else entirely. He glanced at the young woman at his side, that mischievous glint settling in the depths of those emerald eyes. "Well, we can't not answer them...can we?" He inquired, his gaze settled firmly upon her. Oh yes, for tonight alone, Tetradore had every intention to be a wolf.

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