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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 April 12, 2017 at 7:34 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

She was stuck. Helplessly and hopelessly stuck. All of this was far too confusing and it simply didn’t make any sense. When you die. You die. Well, she knew damn well she killed her pack mates, including her Father. Well, apparently she was wrong in believing that. Because being captured by some demented Dark Hunter that held an insane and unhealthy need to torture others proved to the young woman that some nightmares couldn’t stay within your head. How the hell he had managed to have her Father alive left her with far too many uncomfortable questions. Knowing that the man she feared the most, other than Frost, was out there somewhere...anywhere and it was absolutely unnerving. Her concept of Death was slowly beginning to unravel. Was death not possible anymore? Were some people just capable of not dying? It made absolutely no sense and the fact that no one seemed to agree with her disbelief was disheartening. Why didn’t anyone voice out their own concern? She was hurt and confused, wishing someone would at least see that she was at least trying to make sense of it all. This was when she wished Tobias had her back, and yet he fully believed his best friend returned. Maybe she should just believe and yet, she couldn’t. At least not until she got some answers. Frustrated and confused she turned her focus onto cleaning their bedroom.


Why it was such a hard concept for Tobias to pick up his toys and put them away she did not know. Over and over again she asked her mate politely to pick up his toys and his clothes. That was all she asked of him. She would dust, sweep, and clean the bathroom, clean his clothes and feed him. She was a house wife. Well, a boat wife. It was the very least he could do to help her. If they ever had the chance to have children she would not allow them to be like their Father, they would be helping her with the chores, regardless of their tantrums. Quietly she began to pick the various items scattered upon the floor, lost in her own thoughts. It was the sound of the soft knock on her door that caused her to stop. Picking up what was left, with her telekinesis, she muttered under her breath as she headed for the door. Cracking the door open slightly, she peered outside to see the familiar face. Opening the door wider her dial titled to the side as she spoke softly with a small friendly smile.


“Hi Alexis, what can I do you for?”

Raven Clocksworth.
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