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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 May 14, 2017 at 7:11 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

She could hear someone out there yelling and she growled softly, annoyed. Oh how she detested being held within a cage. With a huff she began to walk around the cage, pacing as her damaged mind began to twist and turn. Being within this cage reminded the feral creature of those darker times when she wore chains and kept in a similar cage such as this. If only the spotted cat or the large black cat were here then perhaps she wouldn’t be stuck in here. It was the sound of someone walking up loading dock that caught her attention. Her thick fur began to rise up in a threatening manner, blue-grey eyes narrowed as she watched the smaller creature make its approach. The closer the small Fae came the louder her growl would be, as it rumbled within her chest, not wanting him anywhere near her. When others approached the cage she knew they came to harm her, torment her, and she would not allow this one to do the same thing. Whatever he was saying to her she did not understand. As he leapt up to the top of her cage she threw her head back, snapping up at him. Her eyes locked onto him closely as he leapt off and headed for the doorway to her cage. Slowly she approached the door, bearing her teeth as she waited...patiently. As soon as the door swung open, the giant wolf charged out and then swung around, to stand before the small creature that had given her, her freedom.


Before she could pounce upon the boy there was a loud bang, as a shot was fired. The bullet bounced off the cage and went into the dark abyss of the warehouse. Swinging her ebony head around she saw a few figures standing along the catwalk, with their guns pointed at them. As they shouted amongst each other the Were began to circle around the small boy in a protective manner. As she paced around the boy a few Dark Hunters emerged from the other part of the warehouse on the ground slowly coming towards them. Black lips pulled back as threatening snarl was given to them all in warning. Hackles rose as she snapped her jaws at the Hunters, not wanting them to come any closer. Her head would turn around for a moment, checking on the boy, her grey marked tail brushed up against him. In her feral mind this boy was just that, a pup, a pup that shouldn’t be alone. Another shot rang out above them only this time the bullet landed just a few feet her paws. Enraged she bolted towards one of the Dark Hunters, pouncing upon him, as she happily sank her teeth in them. She moved quickly away charging at another one, doing what she could to keep them away and keep them safe. When she killed another she saw one sneaking up behind the boy, a warning bark was released as she ran towards him, hoping to protect the boy.


Raven Clocksworth.
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