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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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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 mask166.137.136.53Posted On August 01, 2017 at 6:28 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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


They say wishing upon the first star at night meant that it would come true. How many times did Raven look up through the bars of her cage, looking up in the midnight blue sky fading into black, seeing the subtle twinkle of the first star. How many times did the little girl with a tear-stained dirty face wish fervently upon the great gas ball in the sky to grant her a small request, to be normal? Every night she said the same old prayer, asking for good things to come to her family, to her pack, always thinking selflessly of those that put her in the cage and forced her to wear those chains. Always ending with a humble wish on herself, believing that if she was normal then she would serve her pack. Even though she was an outcast within her own family, Raven knew at such a young age that all members of the pack were meant to serve for their cause, to make the pack better. How many times did she hear those somber firm tones, as the pack spoke as one the aged old law ‘For the Strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the Strength of the Wolf is the Pack.” She knew she wasn’t good, she knew it wasn’t good, the creature that lurked in the back of her mind. How she hated it. How she wished it would go away. How she begged and pleaded it to go, because she wanted to be a good pup, she wanted to be a good wolf. She tried fighting it when it would take control. She didn’t want it to come out. Raven hated it, and so she hated a part of herself. It had taken much time for the young woman to realize that her feral side was important, that it mattered, and it would never go away. With a sad simper she muttered softly, her voice holding a sympathetic tone.



“Denying him you are only hindering yourself. Not letting him out to roam you are only hurting him, and he will retaliate…which means you put everyone and yourself at risk. Letting him out will get easier and it will get better. I know what it’s like to have that internal struggle.”



Blue-grey eyes would look away from Henry as she focused on the crowd slowly beginning to swarm around the fighting ring. It was easy to feel the energy in the enclosed space. The adrenaline was thick in the air. She could simply taste it, feeling the wolf within her ready to take charge in the sheer delight of expressing its dominance, especially in the territory it lived in. This was one of those rare moments when she felt so alive…that predator mindset taking hold. Tonight she would not be participating in the ring, Tobias more content to sit upon his makeshift throne beside his best friend. How grateful she was to finally find someone that accepted her, for everything she was, the good and the bad. For so long she was miserable, that self-loathing and self-hatred consuming her entirely, believing she was nothing but a lost cause. With the death of her pack by her own teeth and claws, she felt so alone in this world believing she would never have what she did now. A home, a family that accepted her, a mate that loved her completely. Oh, how she wished she could tell her younger self that things do get better. Whatever Henry was going through he was stuck in the muck, but she was willing to extend him a helping paw, or hand, to get him out and see that he would be okay. They were part animal, they could survive anything. With another shrug she responded gently.



“As long as it takes, you’ll get there…it just takes time”



That he was willing to ask what he needed to do in the Ark was a good sign in her opinion. He was taking an interest or at least trying to with the way things worked around here. Raven wanted nothing more than to be a good pack member, especially to the man that took her in. Tetradore didn’t have to. He didn’t have to accept her and welcome her into his home, and yet the man did. He probably had absolutely no idea how much it meant to her. When she had nothing to offer him in return. There wasn’t anything she saw in herself that held any worth or value. She was simply a wolf that was capable of going nuts…she was defected. How Henry wished to be a part of her pack was completely up to him. He belonged to Tetradore and in her opinion, he was like a son. The son of an Alpha could do whatever they wanted. She should know she was the daughter of one, but she didn’t get the privilege like any other child of an Alpha would. Seeing him drinking another glass did cause her great concern. Alcohol wasn’t the best thing to drink when one is already in a dark mood. Leaving the bar she took him through the crowd, happy to see the patrons were giving her room to leave. As soon as they made it off the dock ramp, she held her hand out extending it to the pier.



“The West is our territory and we need to make sure everything is in order and mark it as our own, to remind others we are still here. As a cat you would brush your form against things, but as a human we can simply walk around and enjoy the fresh air. And we’re going to get fish, because you felines fancy it all the time.”



Raven Clocksworth.
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