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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 mask Tobi47.186.158.204Posted On May 16, 2017 at 7:57 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

As a predator she was on top of the food chain and she had no one to fear, unless they were a much larger apex predator. Within her pack she lived among some of the most deadly felines known to walk the earth. What did a wolf have to fear if she lived among those that were perhaps better than her, but would not harm her? Man. Man no matter what kind were the ones to fear, and those that hunted the supernatural kind were the ones to be wary of the most. As a beast that was on top of the food chain she should not be accustomed to being hunted or shot at, and yet she was. The creature knew this particular kind of species and they were ruthless at getting what they wanted. As they shot at her she lowered her dial moving herself away from the cage, knowing she had to escape, but not without the boy. Trapped within her feral state she saw the boy as a pup. He may not be her pup, but those motherly instincts were apparently intact when she was stuck within her cursed state. She needed to protect the boy even though he was not her own.


Without any hesitation she dove forward to grab hold of a nearby Dark Hunter that attempted to get far too close than necessary. It wasn’t difficult for her jaw to snap shut tightly, as the man struggled and suddenly went limp. When she approached another to take down, she noticed the boy was in trouble. Seeing him take out his weapon and attempt to defend himself caused to wolf to worry. His attackers were older, stronger, faster...and they had more experience. As soon as she got rid of the latest Dark Hunter she bounded over towards the boy, shielding and circling him from those that attempted to harm him. As she fought ferociously she did not take notice how some of the fell back or ran away. All she focused on were the ones that stuck around, the need to protect not only herself, but the child was the main thing she could think of. Eventually though she was slow down and come to a stop looking around at the maimed bodies around them. Panting she turned her dial around, her pink tongue rolling out as she watched how he threw up. A high pitched whine was released, concerned for Pan.


Gently her close nose pressed into his side, her pink tongue washing over his face, cleaning him up. She would begin to poke his side in a playful manner hoping to cheer up the pup now that they were safe. Her tail swayed side to side in an eager manner knowing she needed to leave, but not without the boy. He was hers now. Her bloodstained muzzle would begin to press into his back, gently pushing him towards the direction she wanted him to go to. The West District was her home, this was where her pack reign supreme. It was imperative she bring the pup to her spotted companion, wanting her mate to accept him. For a moment she would lower herself to the ground, allowing him to climb upon her back, and once he did so, she would sprint off towards the direction of home. After all it was night time and like all creatures it was time to go somewhere safe and sound. But she would make a stop, knowing that as they approached the fishing docks her mate would be there somewhere. Even within her feral state she was connected to her mate. As she walked along the docks, ignoring the docked ships, she released a booming bark, to request her mate to come, standing still as the moon shone brightly along the drying crimson along her muzzle and chest, evidence to her mate that she had an eventful night.


Raven Clocksworth.
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