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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
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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!

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On May 29, 2017 at 11:31 AM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.


Being pinned up against the shower wall brought forth a lustful desire that she was attempting to hold back. It was difficult for the woman. Like all creatures there were hidden carnal desires that crept underneath the surface. The goal of getting her mate in the shower was not to recreate the events that occurred the night they were atop the hill, looking over the city. Rather it was to help them get cleaned up and provide him a glimpse that taking a shower wasn’t a terrible thing, the water could be safe. Raven still had no idea why her mate was terrified of the water, whatever had occurred had certainty traumatized him. She was traumatized by the action of man, by the one male figure she should have always trusted and relied upon. Tobias took the time to help her see that not all males were bad. Perhaps she could try to help him see that water could be a good thing. Such pure thoughts and good intentions was quickly being manipulated into something entirely different. That passionate kiss was enough to trigger the girl to stay still as he leaned over her, pressing firmly. As he deepened the kiss she eagerly returned in kind, as she allowed her eyes to close. As her hands roamed up and down his chiseled physique she could feel how his rough hands gently slid up against her smooth soapy skin, the woman relishing within his touch. As his hands continued to play with her sensitive skin she could not help, but released those pleasurable sounds, the girl’s hands moving out form his hair and quickly down to his hips, roughly bringing him closer...wanting more. Some unknown force seemed to quickly get the girl to stop thinking such potent carnal wants that she leaned her forehead against his, needing to take a break for a moment to recollect her thoughts and get her back on track.


As she attempted to collect her thoughts as that intimate haze slowly evaporated she mentally prepared herself for the next and final step – to get him to actually stand underneath the water. A part of her was beginning to have some self-doubt, worried that she was pushing this too far. His emotions and thoughts were temperamental and dangerous. She did not believe he would harm her, but he was part animal and even the most loyal of dogs will bite their master’s hand. As his hands rested on her hips she explained to him the next steps, knowing he would not be willing to follow them. As he shook his head back and forth she quickly placed her hands on either side of his skull, getting him to focus on her for a moment. Yet he would take steps back to the back of the shower, not realizing he had breathed when he went underneath the water. She would quietly stand on the other side of the shower, staying still and quiet as the water continued to fall down. It was reasonable to give him some time and to grasp and prepare what was going to happen. The frown on his face turning into a scowl caused the woman to flinch. Surely he was not scowling at her, but from where she was standing, with how his dark eyes were looking at the water that was falling in front of her it was hard to tell. They had achieved so much in just one night, and yet, Raven knew her mate needed to complete this. He was a creature that loved patterns and it was imperative they show him the pattern once, so that he will grasp and understand.


So, she walked through the water, resting her hands along his hips and gently taking him to the falling water. It did not go unnoticed that he was holding his breath, the woman quickly moving to rub the soap off his skin, to rinse him off. It was when he began to make those painful whining sounds that caused the woman to press her lips to him, to get him to focus on her, to breathe. As she rubbed the soap out of his hair she allowed him to kiss her as he wanted to, letting him do whatever he wished, whatever it was that would get him to stay. As soon as she knew they were done she switched the water off with her telekinesis, and it would seem that the moment the water stopped falling it triggered her mate to hurriedly escape. As he dried himself with his towel she would begin to try herself off, stepping away from him as she grabbed a comb off the counter, easily letting it glide through her damp hair. Blue-grey eyes looked at the mirror as she watched him dry himself, a soft smile on her lips as she spoke gently, blushing a bit when he mentioned his only favorite part was kissing her.


“A shower is very important, it keeps you clean, smelling good, and makes you healthy. You are supposed to take a shower every day. You can take a shower with me any time. I like it when you are clean, I like it when you smell good.”


Keeping the comb in her hand she would turn around walking towards her mate carefully. Slowly she raised her comb to his dark hair, brushing it. Her skin was still rather wet, as the excess water trailed down her frame. His demand of more kisses was met with a coy smile, as she silently obliged. Without any difficulty she pressed her frame into his own, essentially pinning him against the wall, as her kisses began to trial away from his lips, down his jaw, and then to his neckline. The comb would leave her hand and float towards the countertop, as both hands began to slide across his chest. The woman was happily leaving a trail of kisses against his chest, as her hands slid further, the girl purposefully doing so as a reward for him. He had done what she asked. Her kisses would suddenly stop as she noticed his bruised shoulder looking like it was healing, the purple and blue skin fading slowly away. Her eyes would brush downwards to her own side, the bruise only growing larger, as she felt her broken rib throbbing. With a sad sigh she kissed him gently as she turned around, attempting to dry herself as she murmured softly.


“Your shoulder is already healing. I wish I could heal like you.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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