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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!

HENRY :: you bring out the worst in me50.46.131.56Posted On October 04, 2017 at 9:03 PM by AIDEN TETRADORE

it's over, i'm through

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

His sibling's words had weighed heavily upon the were Alpha's mind, even if the man had failed to voice those concerns of yet to any, much less Nadya herself. Days had passed since he'd seen his sibling and denied her that contract she'd so foolishly thought he would sign. Though he'd certainly kept a lookout for Henry in the time that had passed, it had become decidedly difficult of late for the man to balance those responsibilities as Alpha, that ever growing rift between himself and Nadya, that faux war with Frost, and the return of his vampire Mistress. Tetradore was exhausted - physically, mentally, and emotionally and yet, he was making an effort all the same to fix everything, as time consuming as it was. The moment Henry stepped into the Ark that evening, Tetradore had been alerted, thanks to the ever diligent and loyal staff he employed. In truth, he had been almost hesitant to engage the man, almost concerned that Nadya's words would be confirmed and this would result in yet another thing he had utterly failed at. Not that Henry didn't have a reason to dislike him. In fact, the man had every reason and yet, that connection between them had created some sort of emotions within the stoic man that he wasn't quite sure how to handle.

Tetradore made his way from the privacy of his own suite, considering that very….peculiar….affection he had for his own Vector. It wasn't quite like he wanted to strip the man of his clothes but there was some sort of undeniable emotion there. It was a possessiveness within him, one that was almost akin to how he'd felt regarding that young fae Queen he had dated some time ago. A soft sigh left his lips as he leaned against the railing of that balcony. His emerald eyes fell upon the figure of that young man he was hunting for and yet, Tetradore was content to simply watch him for some time as Henry settled at the bar. He had been trying to keep Nadya and Frost away from Henry, the sheer thought of the man abandoning him to join that opposing group was vastly more painful then he was even willing to consider. His fingers reached up, pinching at the bridge of his nose. God, was this how Frost felt about Calliel? Was this…normal? This was exactly why he'd never wanted to change someone, it brought far more with it then he was ready to contend with. Still….it was better to get this over with, wasn't it?

The were-King made his way down those steps, moving easily through that crowd that always seemed to part for him alone. His hand rested gingerly across Henry's shoulder as he moved to the man's side, one elbow rested on that bar top. "You busy or...can we talk?" He inquired, even though Tetradore still wasn't certain what he was going to say to the man. After all, it wasn't like he could just beg for Henry to like him, how pathetic would that be? Still, there had to be something he could do to ease this….rift that apparently existed between them without his knowledge.

aiden tetradore

you bring out the worst in me


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