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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 mask71.41.5.186Posted On June 10, 2017 at 11:17 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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

For all the pain and suffering the woman had endured she was still capable of extending and showing kindness to others. In her lifetime Fate had done everything they possibly could do break her. Yet for whatever reason she would not bow or bend. Internally there was something deep within that seemed to keep the young woman straight and narrow. Deep down maybe the young woman wanted to treat others the way she had yearned for so long as how others would treat her. Either way it was best for Mira that in her wounded state she was in the presence of Raven than any other Were or supernatural creature within the city. Who else would willingly bring in a complete stranger into their home and fix them up. Mira was not pack, but Raven knew that if she extended some sort of help to the girl then the girl would be bound to return the favor. Kindness comes with a price, even with her. Everybody had a motive to their actions, but it was good for Mira that Raven’s motives were pure and not tainted. Her comment that her own wound on her face should be healed was met with a small simper, Raven knew very well it should have healed by now, and yet that was a gift she did not obtain being a Were. Softly she murmured deflecting Mira’s concern, as she continued to work on her.


“I’ll be okay, I promise.”


It was the sound and sight of her mate bursting in as he made his presence well known. Raven was unsure with how the boy would react to her being enclosed in a small room with another creature, this being female. She knew very well he would have been angered and would threatened the other if it was a male, even if he knew them or not. Some would suggest he was far too possessive over her and that she ought to be concern if he was willing to harm another male, even if he was doing no wrong, and yet Raven rather appreciated that. After all she didn’t trust that particular gender and having a mate that was extremely protective came with its advantages. Quietly she observed how he reacted to Mira, watching for any sign of aggression that would come with an assault. Mira hadn’t done anything wrong to her and she didn’t deserve to be in more pain. Gently her hand brushed against the wolf in a calm and reassuring manner as her mate continued on with how he does things, sniffing and growling, as he investigated and determined whether he would tolerate the other wolf or not. Her shoulders would slack as the spotted jungle cat turned back into his human form, the girl smiling at both, pleased to know that she had nothing to worry about.


Without another word she began to continue working on Mira. Cleaning and patching up the wound. It would take a few extra days for the silver poison to seep out, but eventually the girl would heal on her own. As the two began to talk to one another she began to put all of the medical items away back into the kit, throwing the trash away when her body suddenly went rigid as the innocent inquiry came from Mira. Her facial expression turned fearful for a moment and then somber as she went extremely still and quiet. Blue-grey eyes shifted away from Mira and then to her mate as he released an angered hiss. Moving over to his side of the table, she would bring her hand and grab his own gently, as if her touch would calm him down, and feeling his touch would bring her strength. Gently her thumb would brush over his tawny skin as she kept her eyes locked on him partly so she would make sure he wouldn’t strike at Mira and partly because she needed to look at him. She knew his speech was fractured and she hand would squeeze gently when he began to struggle – not due to his sadness or anger, but do to his speech - , a silent encouragement for him to continue on. When he finished she gave him a small smile as she leaned over to kiss his cheek. She would turn to look at the wolf lying on the bed, Raven growing quiet and still again. Although she spoke softly there was undeniable trace of anger and sadness, bubbling to the surface.


“Yes, I was broken for many months. Not just physically. There was a girl that is a friend to the pack, I noticed she was in trouble in our territory, so I tried to help her. He attacked me, broke my limbs infused me with his ice, frostbite everywhere...he brought me back to the Ark barely alive. And for whatever unknown reason Tetra’s sister is somehow in love with him, believing he could do no wrong. Frost harmed me. Frost harmed Tetras girlfriend, Tetra fought and died and then came back. And yet his sister still goes for Frost. She went against pack and blood. ”


As Raven began to explain to Mira all that Tobias said the she-wolf would begin to see images of that dreadful night. She would see the angry look on Frost’s face, how he would sneer at her and turn into a pristine massive white stallion. How she would try and take him on and how he would slam into her with his hooves, the sound of her bones breaking, as his body continued to pound into her, over and over again. Images of the man bringing her to the footsteps of the Ark, how her body looked broken and jumbled, blue and mixed with his ice and frostbite. Flashes of the girl standing naked in the mirror or lying in bed to see the black and bruise areas of her body, obvious that she was barely healing as each day had passed. Eventually Mira would no longer see these images and instead she Raven standing still beside her mate, those once soft blue-grey eyes darkened with such an icy exterior. She would turn away from Mira and look back over her mate. Grabbing the kit she would walk over to the other side, placing the kit down and grabbing out the items she would need to patch herself up. There was much despair, anguish, and tension in the air for a moment. Eventually Raven would turn around her eyes looking straight into Mira’s own, her eyes holding anger and pain, as her once kind voice was unrecognizable, it was drenched heavily with honest venom.


“He is a cruel, cold-hearted, manipulative son of a bitch. He’ll be kind to you only for a short while and then he’ll turn on you. He and his pack are not welcomed here or within the West. He will twist words and get you to believe whatever he says, don’t trust him and never turn your back on him. One day he’ll get what he deserves, one day he’ll be dead and no longer make anyone else suffer.”


Her eyes would drift over to her mate. Once again they held such a softer light as a small smile appeared once again, whatever anger and sadness Raven felt it could no longer be seen. Turning around once more she began to clean her face, looking at the mirror on the wall as she began to start patching herself up.


Raven Clocksworth.
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