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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!

:: He'll Only Break your Heart ::124.168.56.95Posted On November 09, 2014 at 6:27 PM by Tobias



It is with some noticeable measure of contentment that the lanky leopard moves to stretch himself further across his most favoured of rugs, claws extended readily to bury into the thick plush-ness of the carpet as he very near proceeds to drag himself along it in sheer delight. It has been weeks…months…since Tetradore had been willing to look at him, let alone allow his companion back within his room and upon his favoured sleeping position upon the floor, the mood of the often disagreeable feline having improved dramatically these past few days with the reestablishment- to some degree, of their previous relationship of camaraderie. He does not understand his Leaders desire to stare at the paperwork and has long since given attempting to perceive something as entirely complex as taxes and money, merely having resigned himself to providing a moral support of his companion, occasionally rising to wander towards the green-eyed man, leaping up and onto the desk, striding over the papers that so seem to displease him before wandering onto the large and comfortable bed under the belief Tetradore may not have noticed his commandeering of this piece of furniture, several pointed looks having seen the leopard return to his rug once more- the creature collapsed upon it now, drifting in and out of a contented and much needed sleep.

His senses however, remain ever sharp, the boy rarely given to miss that which occurs around him, Nadya’s intrusion so readily felt within the spotted cat as a rumble of discord rises within his throat. She is pack and as such is permitted upon such territory freely and yet that broken, twisted mind has come to blame her entirely for that which had occurred between himself and his chosen leader. He can not perceive his own fault, cannot be made to understand an emotional issue so delicate- had merely done entirely as Nadya’s power had driven him to do, the woman having made no indication to stop him, indeed, having only sought to lure him further under the belief such things were permitted. That tetradore had been so enraged by them has only led the younger man to belive that Nadya is at fault, mind having created this thread of understanding between tetradores mood, Nadya’s presence and his own displeasure- assured the woman is to blame and as such the creature remains….unwilling to tolerate her now, their relationship having seemingly only deteriorated further these past weeks. Yet the call of pack is a powerful one, the powerful leopard unable to ignore her entirely, given still to wander the streets that border the home she has chosen with Isolt, if only to be assured of Nadya’s safety before returning to the Ark every other night- and his returned privilege of place upon his Leaders floor, along with whatever remains of the meals Tetradore no longer cares to finish. His relationship with his friend has only just returned and the boy is unwilling to risk it again.

The older mans voice sees that leopard head turn to face him, golden eyes resting upon the green of his own at this invitation to watch the fighting tonight, an activity they are surely overdue to share and one that sees a purr of satisfied agreement rumble within his chest, head nodded readily before the sounds of Nadyas approach and the displacement of the men beneath their joint control see the young man readily rise. He has come to understand his position of dominance over all but Tetradore himself within this place, revels within this command, at having others bend to his will and yet their employees are….their belongings, their possessions, Tetradores annoyance similar to his own in this regard as the creature simply moves forward to obey the command he had already been content to fill. One spotted shoulder is thrown against the double doors that lead from the captains cabin, the Leopard slipping silently from the room to wander onto the observation deck. A grunt of greeting is emitted towards the panther, the boy moving forward to brush momentarily against her in the affection reserved for pack alone before he moves to turn from her again, assured she will follow, leading her back towards their Alphas room.

Do not……break our….employeeeees. We want to….keep them.

It is a hissing, drawn out word, a new word within his vocabulary and one he clearly takes pleasure in using before his shoulder is again thrown against the door, opening it for both himself and the panther behind him.

Tetra says.…you can….come in now.

That it is only by Tetra’s desire and Tobias’ willingness to permit her that she is allowed in is surely clear, the spotted leopard content to wander from her once more, returning to his rug to collapse upon it and yet- those golden eyes remain entirely upon her- unwilling to have her ruin this delicate peace they have found again.









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




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