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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!

needing air to breathe67.143.208.136Posted On February 26, 2018 at 7:06 PM by Damon Marcello



His eyes flashed in approval the moment he looked at her, noting that the wind tapered off as he noticed the subtle signs of her calming down even as he spoke to her. He could tell she was growing increasingly frustrated with his expert level deflection of her questions but he wasn't going to give away the cheese, so to speak, and just hand her everything on a silver platter. Oh no, he wouldn't make it easy for her cause he was too curious as to what happened that she didn't already know what she was. How could someone go through life and just not know? Parents? Friends? Hell, even a coach. Someone had to have known and told her. When he mentioned Isolt, he noticed the instant surprise in her gaze and he smirked. "Yes, the woman wearing the ring I put on her finger. I'd rather keep her instead of letting this creep have her, if that's okay with you, of course."

His eyes glittered even as he witnessed her telling the other warlock that it was sick. The man only snorted in response. "She's not a person. She's already dead, as far as I'm concerned. We're doing the world a favor, bringing Eve into this forsaken world!" He all but screamed the last few words and Damon ground his jaw in frustration. This man was either brain washed or they fed them some strong BS in that coven. He was definitely dedicated to the cause. He attempted to tease at Kathryn, asking if she wanted to play good cop, bad cop. The surprising part wasn't just that she agreed so readily but also that she then said he could be the good cop before she turned her gaze on the warlock chained to the wall. Wait, what? He raised a brow, turning his head to watch her.

She grabbed the man's shoulders and started shouting at him. Damon tried very hard to keep a straight face and hold in his laughter. She just didn't look that intimidating. But he sensed something building up inside her and he scowled thoughtfully, his eyes sparking with curiosity. The warlock she was holding eyed her with growing concern like he could feel it too. "I am Ezekial, famed flamethrower of The New Eden and master warlock of the seven heavens. It's not considered kidnapping. We're doing the world a favor, getting those disgusting leeches off the streets. They're killers, all of them!" He glared at Damon, who glared right back. Then the man looked back at her, his face questioning. "You would turn on others like yourself for the sake of this bottom feeder? Don't you know you're --"

But his word cut off in a choking sound as his eyes widened in shock and confusion. He tried clutching his own throat as he gasped and choked but his face was already starting to change color, like he couldn't breathe. Damon squinted his eyes at first before he glanced at Kathryn and it dawned on him. She was keeping him from breathing. Nifty. He raised a brow, clearly impressed. He leaned back, his smirk even more carefree as he watched the exchange. He wouldn't have cared either way if she allowed him to breathe again or not but finally she gave in and he gasped in lungful's of air even as she told him to answer his questions. He chuckled lightly at the use of the word partner. "I have no control over her so I'd suggest you keep her happy. Now...where is the home base of your coven?" The man was still choking but had time to glare at both her and Damon as he whispered hoarsely. "Up your undead ass."



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