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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!

do not waver; the dark approaches24.179.72.172Posted On May 05, 2017 at 6:16 PM by sorcha



I've forgotten how it felt before...


The roars of the crowd drown out whatever attempts I use to sell my potions and one of the Were-men slides away with a shake of his head despite my pestering attempts. I frown at his back but then shrug my slight shoulders - it mattered not really, many of the fighters had come to enjoy the effects of my potions. Why wouldn't they? I had potions that would stall the body from any pain and heal bruises rapidly, potions that got the blood moving and the limbs agile so speed was enhanced, and many more of the like. Not to mention all my extra remedies for those who might suffer headaches or normal ailments, supernatural or not. Before Tetradore had disappeared (and thus returned), he had accepted my presence here and in his absence, Tobias had been fine with keeping things the standard.

My mossy green eyes stray to the ring as the crowd shifts around me; I can sense the way they all tense and flashing eyes of unnatural colors focus upon the ring. They scent the blood, the pain, and it fuels the animals within them into a frenzy. It is a testament to their control, I suppose, or that of Tetradore's, that they do not all leap into one mad pile in the ring. The tattooed male roars as he grips his opponents arm and I can sense the magic rippling off him, hear the cry of pain from the other, and I shiver.

I remember the feeling of ice in my veins. Of frostbite setting in. The way that Frost had threatened me - I had yet to see him since my return to Sacrosanct and hoped that it meant he was occupied elsewhere. Or better yet, dead. It is odd I feel no guilt at such a thought but he was a particularly vicious breed. Turning back to my bag I make a face at another Were who seems to be slinking away, my suspicion immediately going to the way his hand curled around something. "Hey!" I start, indignant, although it is perhaps not wise to accuse one of them of stealing.

At the same time a body crashes into me but I am whirled around and set it rights quickly despite the way my pupils wide and my black hair flaps into my face. I look up into the face of the viking man but the moment he laughs and says the witch my eyes narrow. Then I notice the cut on his shoulder and the blood that slips down over his tattoos. Instinct rises and I reach out to touch it, hearing his growling words and meeting them with a sly smile of my own the moment my fingers touch his wound. Magic pulses through me, sweet and fresh, and I can feel his wound healing as if I am connected to the piecing flesh.

Not once do I remove my eyes from his now, a challenge in my eyes. I know, I should keep my eyes down - these ARE dominant creatures. But I just can't help it. My power had grown and I felt more confident than ever before. "Ah, if magic is cheating then I think you and I may have more in common," I say with a musical voice, singsong almost as I taunt him. "Or am I to believe that poor boy's arm just had a cramp?"

It is only by Tetradore and Tobias's good graces that I am here and yet I feel a kinship with the wereleopard that I probably shouldn't and so I was brave before this man, thinking my back would be protected should I need it. We all had our little methods of cheating.


the world fell at our feet


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