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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!

he'll only break your heart120.154.95.146Posted On January 01, 2018 at 3:44 PM by Tobias

“Don’t worry, i’m only teasing.”

He assured her softly, his nose twitching slightly at that playful flick it was afforded, another deep chuckle rising within his throat as he moved to follow her across that landing and towards the next store she had in mind. In truth, he had hardly considered any need for him to have his own ring, at least, not until the wedding and yet, he supposed, if this was something Raven was entirely set on he saw little need not to indulge her whim. Not when it was so decidedly simple. Besides, it was hardly as if he minded wearing that ring all the same even if a part of him feared for its safety when the other side of himself noticed it’s existence and so inevitably set about playing with it. Tobias scowling at the very thought. His considerations distracted only by that near longing glance Raven afforded that babywear store and the stoller as it passed, Tobias allowing his gaze to shift and follow that baby and young Mother then before his gaze turned back to his own mate. Did she want children? Did she want a family? Tobias never truly considering that idea until that singular moment and yet why he hadn’t he hardly knew. They had so much going on within their lives so often that the idea of a child had never truly occurred to him, much less that Raven might desire one and yet- why shouldn’t she? Was it not simple biology as much as it was her own desire? It was only natural, after all, for a baby to follow a marriage. Most women desiring to become Mothers at some point and yet Raven had made so little mention of any such desire that the man had, in turn, simply put aside the idea so long ago that he had near forgotten it existed.

That almost gentle query perhaps provided the answer as to just why Raven had pushed that desire from her mind. The woman believing, entirely, that it was impossible for them to have a baby if only due to the difference in their species. Had she truly no idea? Then again, he supposed, those children born from differing species parents were decidedly more rare than those of the same. The odds of him fathering a child with her were far more reduced because of that very canine and feline biology between them and yet it was not impossible. It did and could happen. He had seen it before although he found he could hardly remember where on when. That memory, it seemed, belonging to his other half more readily then himself. There was every reason,he supposed, for them not to have a child even without that increased difficulty of producing one at all. The Ark was hardly an ideal place to raise a baby, his own nature was….debatable in every sense and his ability to provide his share of the parentening was nearly non-existent. A baby would be one more then for Raven to look after and to raise….almost alone. Although, truly, he suspected Tetradore would hardly be neglectful or resentful of a baby born on purpose and to a married couple as Micah and Isabella were not. With the support of the pack there was every chance that child could be raised properly, even if his own contribution, at times, was sure to be lacking. Maybe that effort and time simply did not matter to Raven. How long had she wanted this?

He allowed that thought to pass, at least for that moment, drawing his attention back to the rings presented before him. Tobias frowning now in a contemplation of those bands, readily dismissing any idea of a golden one in favour of those platinum rings if only for some fear his other half might enjoy that gold too much, those rings with ridges or anything that could be fiddled with removed in turn and for much the same reason. His gaze readily fell on that two-toned ring then, one finger lifting to point at it with the sudden declaration it was that one he liked, as simple as it was. The soft query from his fiance as to just why he chose that one prompting a faint simper to his lips.

“My other half gets what he wants ninety percent of the time. I think today it’s my turn. Besides, there is every chance he will find anything flashier so distracting you might have a hard time getting his attention. You know how he feels about things that shine.”

That soft chuckle hummed within his own throat then. Tobias offering her that simple grin before those thoughts continued to tug at him all over again, one hand lifting to run through his hair now in that clear contemplation of just how to word that idea, he supposed, that turned within his own thoughts. Tobias uttering her name before making some effort to explain that it was, entirely, possible for them to have a child. That look on her face so baffling he hardly knew what it was. Was she happy? Sad? Upset? He hardly knew. Maybe she didn’t want a child at all. Her voice suddenly seeming shaky then, the man momentarily unsure whether or not the young woman had the ability to remain on her feet. Those words almost a whisper as she asked if he was sure. His head nodded then.

“Yes. I’m very sure. I have seen children born to Were-parents of different species. The child will simply be either a wolf or a leopard. We won’t know until their first shift. It’s a lot harder to conceive a child between different parents like us but it does happen.”

The sudden appearance of that store clerk saw Tobias glance upward, the barest touch of agitation tracing his features at the sight of him and yet he merely nodded in response to Raven’s request to try that ring. The lanky deviant holding out his hand to take that ring before neatly lifting it to slip into place on his left hand and ring finger, that metal cool against his skin and yet he hardly minded it at all.

“Could we have minute?”
The store clerk nodded simply, wandering over to assist another couple, Tobias resting his hand on that glass cabinet now if only to prove he was hardly about to steal that ring. His attention returned instead to his soon-to-be-wife, those golden eyes meeting her own now. That soft smile still in place.

“Raven? Do you want to have a family with me?”

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


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