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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!

virtue has a veil, vice a mask47.186.158.204Posted On June 04, 2017 at 7:28 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

It would take time for her mate to understand how to take a shower to see that water isn’t always dangerous. Tonight was just the start and the young woman knew there was more work to be done. This was just a start, a good one. The next time she might not be so lucky. He was complaint and heeded her words. He also constrained himself from harming her, the woman quite thankful that he did not harm her. After all he could have done so much damage to her in such confined spaces and in a vulnerable state. It was quite evident that in public she was rather important to him. Many a times he had threatened other men that touched her, spoken to her, or even looked at her. There were many men that didn’t deserve his threats, but only one man deserved them all. In private he had shown he cared for her, loved her, and showered her with affection in his own special unique way, even publicly. She trusted him, completely and she was thankful that he had not done her any wrong. Which led her to believe this pattern could continue, so long as she did everything possible to make sure he didn’t feel threatened, so long as she still help his sacred trust.


Combing through his hair was easier than she thought it would be. Of course his dark hair would be a mess, but she worked through his stands slowly, trying to get them fixed. There was only so much she could do tonight and she didn’t want to push him any further. One day she might help him get to brush his hair and see that it is a good thing to do, that it could be similar to being petted. Perhaps she might be capable of cutting his hair a tad it shorter, just enough so that he could see better than he was. After all she did like him with long hair and digging her slender fingers through his fluffy locks. The demand for a humorous large amount of kisses was obliged. Eagerly the young woman did as he wanted, placing gentle and tender kisses here and there. For such a docile and timid woman she was quite eager to take pleasure and control in pleasing him in such an intimate way. Gently she pressed her frame against his own, the craving of being close to him still there, even after the fight and shower. The sound of pleasure seemed to only encourage her to continue even more, even though she knew they couldn’t go too far, not in her condition. Stopping herself from seeing his nearly healed shoulder, reminding the woman why she could not continue, she sighed softly in despair. The mention of Jackal and his ability to fix her was with a questionable look, the girl not knowing all that Jackal was capable of. Instead a coy smile replaced the puzzled look, taking a step back to bring her towel closer to her now, muttering softly.


“I’m naked Tobias, are you sure you want Jackal here to see me like that?”


Her mate was territorial and possessive. There was no way he would allow Jackal to waltz in here with her undressed. As the man walked out throwing his towel to the ground, she sighed softly shaking her head. Easily she moved his towel towards the towel rack with her telekinesis, as she was unable to bend without harming herself. Leaving the warmth of the bathroom she headed for the dresser. Opening the drawer she grabbed pajamas and attempted to dress herself in the loose clothing. As she tried to wear the tank top she winced, the adrenaline was nonexistent. Turning around she found her mate sitting on the ground, clothed, the girl grabbing a pair of old navy sweats thinking perhaps he would be more suited wearing this.


“Tobi, these might be more comfortable to wear, can you try them on?”


She would place them beside the boy, blue-grey eyes looking over to see the box and the random items that were within. This particular box was something she hadn’t seen before, especially since it was hiding underneath her coveted bookshelf. The boy knew that the books that were on the bookshelf were to be kept with care, they were her ‘toys’ and they were not to be broken. That he would hide something underneath what contained her own items was quite interesting. Puzzled she took a closer look. There were random items, buttons, scraps of metal and leather. She looked over to the dresser where the bracelet he had given to her for Christmas, both she and his sane half were quite in awe that he was capable of making something. She had never before seen him make something. The boy was far too good at breaking things. She slowly brought herself to sit down beside him, leaning her back against the bookshelf to support her side, her hand clutching her wounded side as she hissed softly. She would pick up the leather and colorful scrap metal, note quite sure what she was to do. Rather she held them in her hand as she looked over to his own, watching in amazement as his quick long fingers to fold those leather straps over one another to make quite an intricate pattern. Gently she speaks her voice bright and easy, despite the pain she felt.


“I haven’t seen this box before, is this what you made my bracelet out of? When and where did you learn this? What you are working on, is pretty.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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