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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 03, 2017 at 10:51 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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

Even as a feral creature she still had the simplest of needs that needed to be met. It was important that she felt safe. Standing within a warehouse surrounded by Dark Hunters that had fallen was good, but it was not perfect. Other dangers lurked by. Home. The large ship. That was where she needed to go, but not without the pup. Motherly instincts were kicking. This was no place for herself or the pup. Blue-grey eyes drifted back and forth as she looked at the injured or dead bodies that surrounded them. Turning around she paced her focus on the young boy, lowering herself down, so that he might have a chance to climb up along her back. Once she felt the boy go still, thinking he was fine, she took off into the shadows that were barely touched by the moonlight. It was easy to run through the alleyways the creature knowing where she was going, ignoring the ill folks that lurked within. Some were innocent, and some were dangerous that it was best you simply ignore them and let them be. The West was no place for the weary and the weak. This side of town was not safe for a boy be he human or otherwise.


Eventually the gigantic lupine would reach the familiar sight. There were many ships and boats of various shape and size connected to the docks. Some held standard cargo of trade while others held unique items that were not meant to be seen by just anybody. There was one particular old cargo ship farther on the right, deeper within the shadows that looked abandoned, but hidden within the shadows was a long line of Weres waiting to enter. A soft bark was given to alert her mate wanting him to come, wanting him to see. After all it wasn’t like she was allowed to waltz in with some complete stranger. Not where there were others. She hardly trusted her species to see the boy was not a threat. However, she did trust her mate. She would stand there waiting, both grey-trimmed ears pricked forward, listening and waiting. Eventually a tall man would emerge with black ears sitting atop his ebony hair, and a long spotted tail held within his clawed hands. Her tail would quickly sway side to side as her dial lowered to connect with his side, the wolf acting ‘cattish’ as she rubbed it against him, eager to be close, eager to be touched. The growl from him was ignored as she happily licked him, the boy knowing quite well that his mate simply wasn’t herself. After all she would speaking by now.


Lifting her dial upwards it would tilt to the side Tobias spoke, the girl looking dumbly at him. Words. She did not like words and yet she knew not to attack him. As the boy leapt upon her back her dial quickly turned releasing a soft whimper, beseeching her mate not to bring the fae child any harm. Her eyes watching both their movements for any sign that one would attack the other, she simply would not tolerate that and would put a stop to it immediately. Seeing nothing going on the wolf began to move away from the Ark, heading towards the opposite direction of the Ark, way until they got to the very end. Looking below the dock she leapt down and into the sand, heading towards the beach with both of the boys on her back, the wolf glancing every now and then behind her, to ensure both were okay.

Raven Clocksworth.
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