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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 June 25, 2017 at 8:10 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

There were many things she did together with her mate. From eating and hunting together, to playing or sleeping together. During the day they would do things together, or do something near each other. Of course every now and then they would be separated. Sometimes he was with Tetradore and sometimes she was with Serafina. Whether they were gone for a day or for an hour, like magnets they were drawn to one another, remaining close as they could be. It was only natural that they would be so connected to one another. Both had familial bonds that were completed shattered. They were far too damaged, they barely trusted another soul, it wasn’t their fault they were that way. Both had come far in their respectable efforts to learn and see that it was possible to connect with another and not feel some sort of pain be it hate or betrayal. Always in their relationship she was the one teaching the boy something. Be it from playing a game, wearing his clothes properly, or teaching him how to communicate with others, everything was something he didn’t understand, and so she taught him as best as she could. Sometimes he understood. Sometimes he didn’t, and when that happened, she attempted to help him until he grasped the concept perfectly, or halfway. Sitting together, quietly like this, it was not just sweet, but absolutely perfect.


A moment alone together was something every couple needed. From sun up and long after sun down they were surrounded by pack, friends, or staff. This was absolutely serene with just the two of them. Their breathing was calm and steady. Both were relaxed. No longer did they feel any pain or worry, both were content and happy. Blue-grey eyes would briefly look over to see her mate scowl at her terrible attempt of braiding the bracelet. Calmly she would undo the strands, attempting to do them once more, while he seemed content to braid her own hair. Each time he was finished braiding her hair, and tugged on that braided strand, she happily obliged in giving him a kiss. It did not go unnoticed by her, but her mate had been a bit more affectionate with her in public. Why she had no idea. Lately he had been holding her hand in front of others, twisting his fingers into her curls when they stood close to one another, even going so far as kissing her softly on her cheek. It was quite endearing the way he showed her he loved her. Of course it was a bit embarrassing to see how the others stared at her. After all attention wasn’t something she was comfortable with. Why he was being touchy-feely with her she did not know, but she appreciated it all the same. Saying he loved her seemed out of character of him. It wasn’t that she didn’t think his words were true, she believed they were, it was simply a string of words he rarely said together. Perhaps with the return of Tetradore from the dead the boy may have decided life was far too short to go on without a word of love or sweet action of love to bestow upon her.


Sitting on top of him she happily looked down upon him, easily pushing those black tresses out of his handsome face. As his hands went to her waist, she went still, quietly watching him. When his hand slid further she did not flinch, but there was a soft frown on her face, she could feel his soft pressure putting a bit of soreness where it hurt. A small smile was given to him, to reassure the boy that everything was okay. As he brought himself to kiss her she happily returned the gesture. While he moved upwards she shifted herself in such a way that she would be in his lap, one hand holding his face while the other remained at the back of his shoulder to keep herself steady. Breaking the kiss she managed to catch her breath, as she shifted allowing him to stand, her own hand grabbing his own as he brought her to stand. Blue-grey eyes scanned over him for a moment, staring at his eyes for a moment into the depthless dark abyss. It had been so long that cold night atop the hill. Months had passed and both wanted the same thing, and yet for someone reason they never went farther. There was that familiar want in his eyes, before she could say anything, she felt him lift her up. As on hand gently stroked her leg she obliged and wrapped her legs around his waist, wrapping her arms around his neck, balancing herself.


As he roughly backed her into a wall she easily allowed him to kiss her, happily deepening the kiss. Her attention was entirely on him. However, it was broken the moment she heard the door slam from far away, thanks to the deviant borrowing her telekinesis. She broke the kiss as she turned her head seeing all the items fall to the floor from the loosened shelf. Her eyebrows furrowed as she heard the boy speak out in a careless manner. She turned her head around to face him seeing that cheeky grin on his face. Her voice was calm, and yet it held an annoyed tone. That the boy knew he made a mess, made the woman question all those times he had made a mess and she had to clean up.


“Tobi...you made a mess! You...”


Oh, but the girl could no longer berate him on the mess he had made. The pressure of his lips against her own neck, a favored spot, was enough for her to lose her train of thought. She remained pinned between him and the wall, her hands coiling around his shoulder and then neck. As his teeth grazed against her flesh, nipping her, she released a very soft moan of pleasure. It had been far too long for the two of them. When he came up for breath she quickly allowed her own lips to settle against his jawline, as she allowed her own teeth to graze him, leaving him soft bites to tease the boy. One hand would brush the back of his skull, as she returned her lips against his own, as her legs tightened around his waist. After deepening the kiss, she pulled her head away from his own, trying to catch her breath. There was a darker glint in her stormy colored eyes, as she looked deep into his own, a hidden want that had surfaced after their fight and within the shower only moments ago. It was time this other half of him was allowed to carry out what he had been waiting so long for. She had no idea if Tobi remembered or could recall what happened that chilly December night, but he at least deserved an equal chance. Softly she whispered in his ear, her tone a bit deeper, the girl wanting exactly what the leopard craved.


“It’s okay Tobi, I’m ready.”


And if her words were not a cue then perhaps he would get the idea when her lips pressed firmly against his own once more.


Raven Clocksworth.
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