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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!

this one got a princely racket60.227.72.125Posted On August 25, 2017 at 4:49 PM by Tobias

It was curious perhaps. The way Tobias so might have….understood those worries that turned within the mind of his mate in at least some fashion. He understood the press of that crowd and that feeling of being trapped, he understood the pain of noise to loud and shouts to angry and the confusion that came with a veritable sea of faces. That near sensory overload one he so often experienced and yet one he had, slowly, begun to learn to ignore if only to prevent that aggression within himself it seemed to prompt and the irritation of Tetradore that followed or the displeasure of Birdie herself. Tobias, after all, so desired to please in at least some way. His near desperate need to simply be apart of that family he had found himself within assuring the boy so often merely desired that praise, that simple, singular assurance he had pleased someone. His behaviour so often tapered by that alone. Tobias, here and now, simply lacking that ability to communicate such emotion in turn or display that ready understanding. His arms so readily embracing her in that very mimic of what she so often did for him. That curious gesture, perhaps, some effort to ground the woman and allow those thoughts to lessen even if he hardly understood just how or why such a thing might work. That grip of her hands about his wrists readily saw his gaze glance downward and yet, within her human form at least, the woman was not nearly strong enough to wrestle free of him. Tobias simply remaining as he was around her. The boy so oddly…..calm amidst that chaos and yet perhaps this was the very reason he so held that spot as Beta within the Nightshade pack. That lanky Leopard surprisingly capable when called upon, his mind too- readily finding some level of understanding within his mates own actions even if he hardly knew how to express it.

It was only once her struggling had lessened that he reached easily for that affinity, Tobias content to teleport them away from that bar and that crowd and onto the landing above. That silence and lack of people so readily seeming to sooth his own irritation in turn. Those protective instincts flaring readily amongst that crowd. Tobias a decidedly instinctive creature. The proximity of other people, of other men, so close to his mate and too that…fear that seemed to turn within her only heightening his own aggression and that simple need to have her away from them. That teleportation perhaps….selfish I some measure, even if Tobias remained largely incapable of understanding his own motivation. The boy simply desired to have Birdie to himself, to have her away from others and have her return to her usual manner. Her actions still largely confusing to him in turn. Her behaviour different from what he understood. Tobias so simply...un-equipped to fully understand the complexities of the effects of that potion. The boy instead simply acting as instinct seemed to demand, his head moving to rest atop her own then in a gesture almost affectionate, the woman seeming to still beneath him as his own fractured words so managed to stumble from his lips. The boy assured he had been lied to…..somehow. Why was Birdie allowed to throw things and play with hoses and he was not? Tetradore so simply forbidding any harm to come to those guests. Tobias readily having learned such rules. Birdie the best follower of rules. That shift in her demeanour….curious to him.

Her own words were broken, stuttered, his mind seeming to piece them together with near ease all the same, as if those broken words were somehow more readily understood with those pauses between them that so allowed his mind to grasp onto the meaning of them. His head tilting slightly as he held her against him all the same. The boy so seeming to consider those words then. Whether or not he understood the concept of those lies or not remained to be seen, Birdie so hardly seeming upset as she offered those words all the same, that assurance she would not hurt him seeing his own lip quirk slightly as if somehow pleased by those words before his features returned to that blankness.

“I know.”

That singular sentence was offered without stutter, that assurance of sorts seeming laced within them, his grip around her loosening slightly as if to see whether or not she might run away, the woman managing to struggle free a moment later as he simply allowed her. Birdie turning to face him then as that depths of his gaze met her own, that confusion still lingering, the boy decidedly…wary of her movements, yet he simply remained where he stood for now. His gaze readily followed her finger as it lifted, tracing the scar across her face, Tobias decidedly used to those marks against her skin. They were simply…Birdie. Simply part of her. The boy rarely affording them any attention beyond that desire to trace those lines and patterns that so often seemed to possess him. Her words seeing him frown once more as if struggling again to comprehend.


Whether or not he was agreeing or simply understood remained to be seen, those further words cut off as she so suddenly stumbled backward and into Tetradore’s own chair, her hands reaching to clutch at her head again before those further words tumbled from within her. He understood broke. He understood fix. The hands against her head seeing his own tilt again as his gaze lingered upon her….broke head.

“I do not know how….to fix…..head that is broke.”

Broken things were fixed with tape or glue. Both of those items things Tobias had been banned from touching after he had glued and taped far too many things- but were glue and tape used for heads? One hand lifted to run his fingers through his hair once more, Tobias abruptly turning away from his mate then with that simple command to stay before he near hurried back into their room. That series of crashes surely echoed throughout the ark itself, Tobias rummaging readily through several draws, the cupboards and the clothes before heading into that bathroom they shared- the boy snatching up several objects before hurriedly returning to his mate only to hold them out towards her with clear pride in his work. That lanky leopard offering her a packet of band aids, a bottle of cough syrup, a bar of soap and a hot water bottle. The boy so having collected a series of items he was near assured one used when they were sick. Tobias so having seemingly grasped that idea of sickness in the very least. The items dropped into her lap then, that grin adorning his features then.


That she did not seem instantly better only seemed to further his concern, Tobias reaching for that packet of band aids only to tug at the box, sending a shower of them in every direction, a snicker of amusement hissing from his lips before he selected one from the packet. That Band-Aid was readily peeled from its wrapping before it was pressed determinedly to his unfortunate mate’s forehead. Tobias stepping back once more.

“Now….it is fixed! Do I…..get…..Jackal to…check?”

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


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