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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!

i'm done for, it's over, i'm through50.125.73.18Posted On December 03, 2017 at 12:30 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

it's over, i'm through

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

There was an undeniable allure to that curvaceous form of that vexing exotic vixen. Those weighing thoughts of his own past were all but abandoned in that unspoken coaxing, the man entirely willing to abandon that throne like chair and the weight of those concerns for her alone. She was the singular creature whom so effortlessly drew out those darker sides of the King’s persona, those hidden places he locked away from his world with fears they may be incapable of weathering that storm of his callousness. She, who was fearless, reckless, with a sort of feistiness that could take the world by storm. She was the one being he simply never had to fret over. And as if pulled by an invisible tether, he moved to answer that call. Tetradore could hardly help that almost wicked sort of grin that so subtly pulled at the corner of his lips as he stood before her, entirely willing to allow his muscular physique to attract her lingering gaze in the fashion that hers did his. Oh he could imagine well enough what a night with her would be like, even if he hardly let his thoughts linger so.

It was a near probing inquiry that left his lips, those rumors of her allegiance to that misfit gang of mercenaries had been nothing but questionable and yet, his own selfish desires found him questing for an answer from the reptilian woman herself. That raised brow, however, told him well enough of the answer far before that salacious tone voiced her decidedly few interests, several of which he was more then happy to fulfill. His own eyebrow rose ever so slightly at the simple suggestion. “In that case….” He muttered with a hint of huskiness to that tone, the man entirely happy to ignore that crowd that clamoured on around them. “To which do I owe the pleasure to tonight? Feeding, fighting...or fucking?” Tetradore knew well his chances with that woman were decidedly slim. The were himself rarely took an interest in those carnal desires as it was and yet...with her, he still found himself inquiring all the same. At the very least it would provide an ample indication of what his evening was going to consist of. After all, he doubted sincerely that the woman came without some sort of intention, these fights, he knew, were decidedly tame by her own measure.

He was hardly surprised, he supposed, that the declaration of his own death and resurrection had somehow found its way to her ears. That sarcasm upon her lips was hardly missed, the man offered her but a snort in return, though he saw little reason to expand upon how very close to eternal death he truly had been, or how this so called second chance was hardly that at all. Rather, his emerald refocused upon those dark ones of her own as Askaree closed that distance between them. Her breath was warm against his caramel flesh as she spoke of that promise of far more then want the Ark offered him, the command in those words hardly missed by the man who was so very used to such veiled requests. His head tilted ever so slightly to eye the woman, the scent of all that was so uniquely her filled his nose. How easy it would be to settle his hand upon her waist and make an effort to redirect her attention elsewhere….and how futile of an effort it would surely be. “As you wish.” He muttered softly, stepping away from that tempting vixen only to lead her from the depths of that busy arena and towards that garage. A flick of his wrist was all that was necessary before the lights filled that room, displaying that collection of sports cars he had accumulated. “Pick your poison.” Tetradore offered, entirely willing to let her explore his wares.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me


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