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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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!

:: Hey, Don't Write Yourself Off Yet :: On September 02, 2014 at 4:50 AM by Tobias

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He has been playing a cunning game of late. A cunning, clever game, waiting until it is Tetra or Naddy or even Isolt present him with dinner, consuming every last morsel upon his plate while thieving any scrap his pack mates may have missed, no single portion of food wasted between Tetradore and himself. He waits then, waits until the television is turned on or Tetradore retires to his room, leaving only once he is assured his Alpha does not desire his company for the night- heading into the depths of his territory and towards the abandoned warehouse where he is assured a second meal will be waiting, the lanky leopard content to capitalize upon the generosity of those around him, thieving at least two dinners every night from both his pack and the curly-haired women whom exists upon the outskirts of it, despite his assurance she is a part of it. Why Birdie continues to live within the warehouse he hardly knows and yet his mind simply does not question it, the boy having learned to expect her every other night within the confines of the steel vault they had once both called home, the lack of Lucian assuring he no longer needs to guard it and yet it exists within the territory he perceives as his own, his freedom from Syn assuring the boy has returned to guarding his area with a vengeance, the majority of other beings within the city content enough to leave the volatile leopard to his own devices, the man’s power so far exceeding their own.

It is the threat of rain that sees his paw steps quicken slightly atop the earth, gold and black pelt near invisible within the gloom and impending fog, the flash of titanium steel about his neck, a gift from Birdie herself and a replacement for the collar her no longer wears, the only real indication of his presence as he lopes with the ease and grace afforded to any feline, breath rising like smoke within the air as he pads towards the warehouse. He is…arrogant perhaps, with the manner in which he strides, tail flicking in his very own version of a feline…strut. He is content within his freedom once more, satisfied by Tetradores constant presence and night’s spent sleeping amongst his pack as he should, his mood decent perhaps in these moments as he makes no effort to hide his youthful exuberance. He is perhaps a rather typical example of any young male animal tonight, confident within himself and his power, less cautious then he is often given to be, assured no hunters linger as he sees fit to parade himself towards the warehouse, as if he has perhaps, only just now discovered himself. He can be forgiven, perhaps, for the manner in which he sashays this evening, the boy doing no more then what instinct demands of him, each muscle flexed and rolled beneath his pelt as he glides- utterly content to very near prance lest anything of the female persuasion should be given to watch. He is young…immature perhaps in so many ways and yet far from it in others, seemingly caught between both animal and human desires in this moment. The sudden crash of thunder however, sees the boy halted, golden eyes lifted upward, a hiss spat towards the night sky at the impending downpour, the splash of a single drop beside him rapidly seeing the young male lose all interest in his personal parade- brought on simply by his good mood, as he lunges hurriedly for the warehouse, shoulder thrown against the steel door to thrust it open as he barrels inside and free of the downpour.

For a moment he remains content to stare at the rain that has ruined his literal parade, scowling slightly, a rumble of discord rolling within his throat before he proceeds to head upward and into the darkness of the room, his feline eyes providing easy vision, even within the darkness, the scent of meat readily capturing his attention now as a purr of sorts erupts within his throat, the flickering of the candle flames announcing his arrival perhaps as he leaps up and onto the table itself, heavy paws thumping loudly against the wood, titanium chain flashing within the firelight as he sits back atop his haunches, leopard ears pricked forward as she speaks, golden eyes aglow within the dark, rapidly searching for this promised meat before moving to pounce upon the place, oblivious to any form of table manners as he seizes it, dragging it across the table top and back to his side of the table. He adores raw meat, thrives upon it, the meal by far his favoured as teeth crunch and slice hurriedly, his extra jaw force making short work of such a meal. He pauses only to lick his lips, satisfied purring once more vibrating from within before he moves to suddenly shift, fur peeling back to reveal his human form (fortunately dressed) the man having learned that Birdie….dislikes…..naked.

Long legs readily see the young man swing from the table, his good mood clearly still evident, made even more so by the meal he has just enjoyed, dark eyes resting against the steak that still remains, curious perhaps, to see if the woman will eat it, whatever small scrap of respect he holds for her assuring that he still offers her a chance before the bare footed boy moves to step back from the table. It is a rare smile of sorts he wears tonight, reminiscent of his good mood as he suddenly wanders to the other side of the room….and back again, the boy seemingly content to continue to…prance a little as he does it, one eye shifting slightly sideways to assure himself Birdie is watching, evidently holding some sort of desire to…please her perhaps. Although truly she may be entirely more inclined to wonder just why he continues to stride up and down the room.


He pauses mid-stride, watching her beneath dark lashes and candlelight, assuring her has her attention before a sudden smirk traces his features.

“I think….maybe. I am….very pretty.”

He struts another few strides, if only to prove his point before a look of contemplation seems to reflect his handsome face, head tilting slightly as he looks upon her once more.

“You are…nice too.”

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