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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
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    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!

This Time I’m not Scared47.186.158.204Posted On May 11, 2017 at 8:18 PM by Calliel Alosi


Presumptuous? You think I am presumptuous? Damn straight I am! Of course I am a brazen, overconfident, arrogant, bold, insolent young woman. I have seen the world for what it is. I have seen the good and I have seen the bad. One thing I noticed was that if you displayed any bit of weakness then you would be preyed upon, chewed and spat out. Sure I shouldn’t be presumptuous, and yet I am. I know I am in the lair of my maker’s enemy. I know that I am not safe here. He asked a question and I answered. Really and truly if you don’t like my answer maybe you shouldn’t have asked it in the first place. If someone would have warned me that I’d be taken into the fighting ring then I would have kept my big mouth shut. Really, I ought to know when to open my mouth and when I shouldn’t, clearly it is I am still learning. I really don’t like the way others are looking at us, they need to just stare at him me, please not me. Honestly the walk towards the ring felt exactly as if I was walking down death row, I mean my God this is it. This is how I will die. I knew it, I knew this was how I’d die. Nervously I go through the ropes, mumbling a soft thanks.

Standing in the ring I can’t help, but feel absolutely terrified. Slowly I scan the ring attempting to at least survey my surroundings, or at least get a decent look at the spot where I’ll die. Well, if this is it for me then I might as well go down with at least a bit of a fight. So, I simply use Tetradore as my target until one is presented for me. It is a shame he didn’t take the bait. I would have enjoyed a snide comment or two. I have no idea what sort of top shelf drink he has and I really don’t know what kind of top shelf drink I’ll get. I don’t think I need to make such a decision, because I doubt very seriously I’ll get to. It would be a miracle if I did. So, I turn away from him as I stand patiently. I still don’t know if he’ll really be able to help me shift. The only person that’s able to do that, without a full moon, and it’s been a good year and a half since I last spoke to him. I can’t help, but flinch slightly as some unknown male enters the ring and begins to strip down. Oh, right I should really get that taken care of. As I try to take my clothes off I can feel something completely foreign start to dig inside me, and I mean dig. The pull for the equine felt familiar, I remember Frost calling for it, but it was smoother. Maybe it was because he was my Alpha, or maybe I was because he was my maker. However, this felt...uncomfortable and I know I’m not fighting his control, it’s the equine side of me that refuses to let him have control...and yet it is forced out...which means I can finally shift.

I never liked shifting. It always hurt. I’m small and I am turning into something, very...large. It is absolutely agonizing, to feel my bones break and shift into proper place, as they begin to grow. My hands and toes fold and scrunch up as dark obsidian hooves replace them. Eventually I’m standing on all fours shaking my neck and head as I try to get comfortable. Thanks to Frost I have the strength and muscle of his kind, not to mention, but unlike him I was built to be a bit swifter than him. The only thing that correlates me to him, at least marking wise, is the silver white mane and tail that was very similar to his own, Frost’s touch I guess. For a moment I paw the ground trying to get used to being in this body again. I miss the grass and the soft sand in the ring, much more comfortable than wood. I can’t help, but extend my neck and flare my nostrils, ears priced forward in interest, because I am quite shocked to see a ram. I was expecting a predator creature and I can’t help, but turn my head around to see the Were-King and at least nicker softly in thanks, at least he was kind. Although I still don’t really know how I’m supposed to fight. Frost never taught me how to defend myself in this form. Hell the Dark Hunters I spend my time with haven’t really taught me that either. I know I’m supposed to stay away from the ram’s horns...but...how I am I supposed to...well, you know...win? I need a cricket in my shoulder, or a lizard dragon thing like that Disney character...he got her to be a great warrior of China...I’d just really like to not lose to a ram in the Ark.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable




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