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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
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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!

I saw you standing there and I knew50.46.131.56Posted On September 20, 2017 at 9:48 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

it's over, i'm through

I saw you standing there and I knew I'm done for

Tetradore's fingers drummed on the edge of that throne like chair, his facial features entirely apathetic as he stared down at that ring below him. By all appearances, the man was extraordinary attentive to those fights that went on below him and yet, to believe such would have been a fallacy. His thoughts certainly could not be furthest from his business and his place as Alpha and fighter within that metal boat. Quite on the contrary, his mind was entirely preoccupied with one singular woman - a woman who would no doubt destroy all that he had built. Risque. Her name haunted him, her perfume followed him and all the while that demand for his return hung over him. That mark upon his cheek was all but faint where her sharpened nails had dug into his flesh but a day prior and yet, his fingers kept returning absent mindedly to that very same spot. He knew well he had to go back to that dance club. That power she had over him was impossible to deny and yet, Tetradore was already contemplating well his efforts to sabotage the woman's clear intention to mark him as her own. A poison, perhaps? An array of illicit drugs? A small frown crossed his features, his thoughts so absorbed in that singular task to somehow strike back at his vampire mistress that he hardly noticed the figure of that Egyptian woman slip into those steel walls.

That sudden tug upon his neck near immediately drew his attention as that phoenix rose, quite near pulling at his neck. That near panic that flooded his system in an automatic response to that near subtle gesture, the were-King wholly assured that it had been Risque alone that might so toy him with the very object he had only recently discovered as a gift from her. His emerald eyes quickly focused upon the crowd's beneath him, searching diligently for that salacious figure that would surely bring about his undoing. The last thing he anticipated was to see the familiar sight of that woman he had once set his sights on. Last he had heard of her, she'd thrown herself in with that 'for-hire' lot over in the South, not that he had followed their rise and inevitable fall with any great interest. Still, how curious to find her back here. His eyebrow rose as the man slowly rose from that seat, his figure slowly calming from that rush of adrenaline only to return to that state of perfected calming indifference.

Tetradore made his way down those stairs, easily moving through that crowd towards the figure of that exotic woman that had so intrigued him. He paused but a mere inch from her curvy figure, his gaze but dropping ever so briefly to appreciate that woman's form before those lips finally parted. "Well look what we have here. To what do I owe the pleasure? I hope you didn't come on behalf of that rag tag group of yours. I'd be so disappointed." Rumors had certainly begun to run amok of those Lions. He knew well they had been touching bases with many of the leaders of the various packs and covens and the like. It was only a matter of time till they found their way to his doorstep one way or another. At the very least they'd come with a pretty face, one Tetradore particularly enjoyed not only to look at but also the company of.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me


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