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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 October 21, 2017 at 1:42 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

All she wanted to do was help. If there was one thing Raven always wanted to do was provide anyone assistance, whether they asked for it or not. She knew what it was like to receive no help from anyone and it was an experience she wished no one would have to deal with. No one else in the pack was familiar with the struggle Henry was going through. The lupine understood what it was like when another side of herself, one that was completely overpowering, would come and take control of everything. She knew what it was like to be trapped within her mind, watching how it reacted to their surroundings, incapable of stopping it. Being imprisoned in her own mind, in her own body it was...frustrating! To be turned into a horrific and unreasonable monster was...it was something difficult to accept. However, she was grateful that she wasn’t alone in this. With Tetradore and Tobias at her side they helped her stay safe, and they helped those she was around stay safe as well. Their presence reassured her that she wasn’t a lost cause. If she didn’t have this support, well, her bloody ledger would only get bloodier. Henry was around those that cared for him, and with Tetradore and Tobias around, they would ensure the newly created panther wouldn’t lose. As for Raven, well, she knew her feral side could be seen as a rival to his own, but she was determined to at least help him travel this difficult path.


Being knocked into the ground and forced to be squashed by his own weight was not fun, not fun at all. A playful growl stirred within her throat as her grey paws continued to smack against his face, or neck, shoulder or side. The peculiar colored lupine was determined to antagonize him just as much as he was antagonizing her. His weight was starting to crush her with the way his body was sprawled atop of hers. Sometimes being the smaller member of the pack was no fun. It was that sand-paper like tongue that really bothered her. Being groomed in a gentle manner was something she could tolerate. Yet he wasn’t being gentle at all. His rough tongue just brushed against her face, over and over again, feeling smothered by that one particular organ alone. As soon as he lifted himself off her he inhaled deeply, thankful to catch her breath, but all that air exhaled sharply when he sat upon her. With a groan she pressed her front paws forward, attempting to bother him to simply get off. And yet he did no such thing. All men had such big egos and pride. Tobias, like any feline, was always concerned about their fur and appearance. Telling him he was fat may just cause him to get off her, and overlook himself. Only then could she get herself out from underneath him. As soon as his eyes were off her and onto his side, the lupine attempted to get out from under him, but she failed miserably. His proclamation that he was not fat and falling on top of her made her sigh in acceptance of defeat.


They were quite an affectionate couple when they were running around in their animal skins. The bond that they shared together was much stronger in this form, the desire to be close only increased. Her attention on her spotted mate was ruined by the sight of Henry running awkwardly through the sand. Sand was rather a difficult to run in, but his gawky looking run appeared more like he wasn’t used to his own limbs. Hearing that hissing sound from his throat made Raven aware that he was laughing about Henry’s movement. His laughing wasn’t going to help Henry with his confidence. Annoyed she lifted her dial to tug gently at his ear, like a Mother would to chastise their child, as she gave him a pointed look. Bumping his head into her own was answered by a quick nuzzle. As soon as he leapt off her and ran off after Henry she rolled over back to her paws, shaking the sand from her dark fur. Walking over towards the duo she could feel a familiar buzzing starting to thrum in the back of her head. Blue-grey eyes widened as she stopped mid-step. Why was it wanting to come out. That wouldn’t be good. What if she harmed them? What if it triggered Henry to go back? They could accidentally harm Tetradore and Tobias, or they could harm each other. Shaking her head, with her eyes closed, she focused on trying to keep the other from coming. Feeling Tetradore nearby her eyes opened as she headed over to him, pressing her head into his shoulder, his presence alone seeming to help keep the other side of her gone. That brief buzzing feeling was no more. Wagging her tail as a sign that everything was fine she headed after him, her ears twitching forward, wondering what sort of game her mate had in mind for them.


Raven Clocksworth.
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