• Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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

  • Edit

    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!

he'll only break your heart (Raven) On September 22, 2017 at 3:59 AM by Tobias

How he detested the sound of that shower. Even here. Even now. That water raining down upon those tiles. He could almost picture it. Those water droplets beading upon those tiles and glass until it ran into rivulets to join that small pool at the bottom. He could hear it. He could smell it. Tobias focusing his attention on those farm animals in his hands now as if seeking a distraction. Why….was he holding these? He could hardly remember. That other side of him seeming to have felt they were important or needed somehow. The man no longer able to remember how or why. Tobias placing them gently on the floor at his feet, his head shaking softly as he stood. Did he truly never wear shoes? Were these the only jeans he owned? Why on earth Raven had agreed to marry him when he walked about like this he never knew. His own head shook softly again, the boy rising to his feet then as Raven finished up in that shower. One hand lifted to run through his black locks as he wandered towards his wardrobe in some effort to find something more presentable. Those neatly folded clothes had a way of bringing that smile to his lips, his fiancés handiwork on clear display as the man moved to select those black jeans and a clean shirt. That fabric had no sooner been shrugged over his shoulders and pulled into place than that bathroom door opened- his golden gaze turning towards Raven then as she stumbled from that room draped in that towel and attempting to dry those curly locks.

His own features softened readily at the sight of her. The man momentarily eyeing his fiancé before crossing that room towards her, stepping behind the woman smoothly as she hunted for her own clothing. Tobias content to derail her efforts as one arm looped gently around her waist, tugging her softly against the hard plains of his own figure as his head tilted just enough to allow his lips to press almost teasingly to the warm skin of her neck. His lips brushing along that sensitive place as his free hand lifted to gently pull her damp hair aside and allow himself all the more access.

“Good morning.”

The words were uttered almost softly against her skin. His lips pulled into a smile against her as his head rested on her shoulder with that clear affection. He was afforded so little time with her. So little chance to exist in her space and presence without the haze off his more dominant personality so clouding each and every memory and moment. He had seen that proposal. He had seen her delight and joy and yet he had not yet been afforded that chance to enjoy it with her, not properly, not until now and even so- how much time did he truly have? A part of the man unwilling to rush it all the same. Tobias refusing to allow his own limitations to limit her in turn or allow her to see that worry that existed within himself for just when he might cease to exist once more. Damned back to that existence of so eternally looking through those eyes like a window he could never seem to open when he desired. His words never making it out. Lost and jumbled in a body and mind that failed to work as it should even if that intention remained. Today would not be about him. No. Today was about her. As it should be. As all those days should be and never were. Tobias forcing that almost rueful smile from his lips then, if only to prevent her seeing it. Why did he always have such little time?

“Let me see it then, hmmm?”

His head continued to rest upon her shoulder as his hand trailed down her left arm to gently encircle her wrist and lift her hand upward to hold before them both. That blue diamond engagement ring nestled upon her finger stirring that genuine grin to his lips once more. How pleasing it looked there. That entirely possessive part of him almost satisfied with its presence even if he hardly dared to mention it. The boy content to release her hand once more, his own coming to rest on her hip, content to keep her against him as he sighed softly.

“I thought, if you like, I might take you out to the mall today. For….shopping. I know it’s early but I’d like to get you an engagement present while I’m here to do it. It’s old fashioned I know but I’m a little old fashioned- apparently.”

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


Post A Reply