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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 July 31, 2017 at 3:02 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

As a pack they were supposed to share their food after a hunt. It was rare for the sharing to be started by Tobias, the boy coveting food and sweets, hording them for his delight and no one else’s. Giving Henry a gummy bear was a sign that the deviant boy was understanding how to react appropriately with their new member. A small smile appeared on her mauled face, the woman beaming with pride in this rare moment. It was good to see him like this, that it was indeed possible for the unruly male to be so considerate. All those life lessons being taught by example was paying off. That there would be no hunt was a bit odd. Hunting provided the trio a chance to accomplish a similar goal, and allow those bonds and tethers to strengthen. It brought a sense of comfort and closeness that their animal side craved in these moments. It would be a good training tool for Henry to know how to hunt, especially for his third go around, but seeing how that was not possible, the only idea she could come up with was a game. Before she could utter an idea for one she noticed how quickly Tobias leapt out of his chair and charged towards Henry. This caused the woman to have another sense of worry other than where she was held within the pack. He was more animal than man at times it was difficult to gage how Tobias would react and conduct himself in the presence of another that was absolutely terrified. That question of whether or not Henry was concerned about his ability to control himself caused the woman to stare and watch him quietly.


“Is that true? You have a fear of losing control?”


Quietly she turned her head over towards Tetradore, focusing on him for a moment, with one eyebrow raised. Was there something he had yet to reveal to them about their new pack mate? The mention of a complicated relationship wasn’t important to her. The possibility of Henry not having control of his other half, was. Though it wasn’t something she would fault Tetradore for not mentioning it at first. After all she didn’t tell everyone she met she had her own demons with the darker entity that lurked in the back of her mind, just waiting for the chance to escape. With a soft sigh she followed after her mate moving out from behind the makeshift throne Tobi had created for himself. Coming up to his other side she watched as Tobias revealed part of his shift a small simper appearing as she listened to the boy’s attempt to reassure Henry that he would be okay. With a tentative glance at her Alpha and then back to his creation she studied Henry for a moment, contemplating whether or not she would let him know what the other felines knew about her. He was family now and he needed to know, not just to help her when the time came, but also see that he wasn’t damned to live a cursed life alone.


“Not many Weres have this disease or condition, but sometimes it is possible for us to go feral. Our animal half takes control where any and all sense of humanity is completely gone when we are walking in our fur. My pack learned I was feral when I was a pup. I was small, but they knew when I got older I would be uncontrollable. They felt that it was best if I was locked up in a cage, only to be allowed out wearing chains, like a leash. It didn’t matter if I was a human or a wolf, feral or not, they would abuse me thinking it would eventually break it so much that it would eventually submit. However, their mistreatment of me, of both of us, only enraged it until it could no longer take it.”


Slowly she brought her hand over to her covered wrist, bringing up the sleeve of her hoodie up to her elbow, revealing just a sample of crisscrossed and jagged scars that ran up the length of her arm. It wasn’t difficult to see there were other scars that ran up her neck or the obvious three slashes across her face. Other Weres barely had any scarring, it was rare to see their own kind marked up terribly as she was. Blue-grey eyes would come up to meet Henry’s own eyes, as she spoke softly for them all to hear, her voice holding such a vulnerable note and then shifted into an unrecognizable cold demeanor.

“None of them saw how frightened I was, of myself, all they saw was some monster. If they didn’t treat me like that, then maybe they would be alive.”


It wasn’t something she was proud of. In fact it was something she only told to those she trusted, or those that witnessed just how terrible she was in her feral form. It wasn’t something that the whole Were community needed to know about, this particular weakness could be exploited one way or another. If this story ever reached the ear of a nearby Dark Hunter then it was possible she would have a target placed upon her head. An out of control wolf was dangerous to humankind, and instead of treating her humanely and providing her aide, they would hunt her down like a vicious wolf, as if she were any other rouge animal. Was she angry with how they treated her? Of course. Yet no matter how many times she attempted to make the argument that it wasn’t entirely all their fault, in the end it was. They treated her poorly and so they suffered the consequences. But that didn’t mean she didn’t grieve for their deaths. After all, they were family, not a good one, but then again what family didn’t have their problems? With a shrug she pulled down the sleeve, covering up her arm once more, she looked back up to Henry with a shy smile.


“We are what we are and we can’t change that. I didn’t ask to be feral and you didn’t ask to become a Were. This pack helps me when I go feral, and they make sure I don’t harm anyone. That’s what a real family does, they help each other no matter what. So, if you are afraid of being out of control, don’t be, we can help. Right now that other half of you is a pup, err kitten, it’s juvenile…it needs to learn like you.”


Turning around she made a small space for Tetradore should he have any desire to come towards them. Unwrapping another piece of chocolate and placing it in her mouth, she allowed it to melt, stuffing her hands in the pockets of her hoodie waiting patiently. During a full moon it was rather difficult to stay trapped into their human form, that desire and need to simply break out and run free was far too enticing. If they could not hunt perhaps they could play?


“Tetra, if we cannot hunt why not play? We could race each other along the beach? Teach him how to catch a fish? He could learn how to swim with four legs or see how easy it is for him to climb? You know do fun cattish things rather than soak up the sunlight and sleep?”

Raven Clocksworth.
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