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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 mask47.186.243.3Posted On February 19, 2018 at 5:20 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

Even though Tetradore had died, and then came back, the lupine still trusted him. It was a miracle that he was even able to come back to life. Such a thing could not possibly happen again. That’s why she was hoping to hear him acknowledge that he would at least try to stay alive. Raven could hardly cope without him. The thought that he could possibly disappear again was something she could hardly accept. Not again at least. The pain was far too much and it wasn’t something she wished to experience again. Hearing him promise he would try to stay alive was a pleasing thing to hear. She had no idea that his promise didn’t carry any weight in it. Was it childish that her grown Alpha decided to haunt Frost and not come back home to their pack? Yes, it was. However, there was no need to chastise Tetradore for doing what he thought was right. He was their Alpha and he had the right to do whatever he wished to do. It was amusing in a way. Raven had every right to be angry at his decision. She should have growled at him, snapped her teeth in his face, and yelled at his stupidity. Instead she laughed thinking his decision on attacking Frost in this manner was the appropriate choice. Her tail continued to sway back and forth in a delighted manner. The haunting may not do the trick to keep Frost from coming back to them, but at least it would give him a second thought to decide if he should carry out his nefarious plans.

Needless to say the she-wolf felt guilty for everything that followed after she attacked Frost. It wasn’t her intention to cause such pain or harm to her pack. When her apology was answered with a shrug and assurance that the past was in the past, she quietly nodded her head. It was clear that he had no intention to say anything on the matter and she wasn’t going to poke and prod any further. Returning to her catch she ate the rest of her meal silently quite content in his presence. It was when the sun began to set that Raven remembered that there was more her Alpha wished to do. Blue-grey eyes slid over to the panther noticing a brief glimpse of something on his face. Quickly she leapt up to her grey paws following after him without another thought. Leaving the fields behind them she remained at his side, but falling back slightly. While the Were-King was busy taking them through the woods to their destination the she-wolf was focused on their surroundings. As soon as he stopped she tilted her head to the size puzzled. Looking around she didn’t see anything worth gawking at. The tall trees blocked everything. The moon’s light barely poked through to allow the lupine to see anything in the darkness. One ear twitched slightly as he inquired if she was ready. Ready? Her dial turned towards him as she watched him sit down, her head tilt was her reply to his question. As he threw his head back and released a powerful roar, natural she ducked her dial slightly, her eyes scanning the area to see what will happen.

It was faint, but she could pick up something familiar in the distance. The dark fur on the back of her neck shot up. Both ears pointed forward as her dial move side to side. She knew that sound. A soft growl rumbled as she heard another howl, this one louder than the other. As soon as she heard the third one, she swung around to look at her Alpha. Did he not understand why they were howling? He may be a cat, but he had to understand what they were howling for. Uncertain about it all she paced around him, concerned. Noticing that mischievous look in his eye she playfully smacked her tail against his side in reply. Although it was true that they couldn’t not reply. They started to call and they were required to end it. Abruptly she sat down at his side, her ears titled forward as she heard a faint cry again. Deep down there was a part of her that wished to reply. She could feel it. Whatever it was, it was stirring down somewhere in her chest. Maybe sitting beside her new Alpha she wouldn’t be silenced again. Her dial would tilt back slightly as she attempted to make some sort of noise, but like always nothing came out. Frustrated she tried again, growling in frustration when no sound would come out. After a third try, a fourth try, even a fifth try she released an exasperated huff. Her ears would droop as she kept her eyes trained on her paws. Saddened and a bit embarrassed her voice would gently press into his mind.

“Maybe you can answer for the both of us? I can’t howl.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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