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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 August 06, 2017 at 8:17 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

She was quite certain others of their kind held the same resentment too. After all it was difficult growing up knowing there was another side of you that was completely different from your own. How painful it was at times to comprehend which side it was you were feeding, which desires were yours or the animal you became. Raven believed that once she accepted her other half, once she began to listen to it did she feel...comfort. It was as if she were accepting her internal demon, trusting it to help her when needed, and understanding that it was best at times to let it free under the right circumstances. The struggle he had within himself was evident. Raven didn’t know what it was like to be human turned into something completely different. However, the young woman understood his self-loathing and hatred of himself. It had taken her years to accept herself, all of herself, and she had no one to rely on. The road had been long and hard, and Raven did not wish to see him travel that same path alone. She was here for them, they all were. Although her voice sounded kind it held a firm tone, cutting through whatever self-loathing haze he had, and get him to open his eyes to see he needed to stop punishing himself.


“How can he respect you and everyone dear in your life if you cannot respect him? The sooner you realize and accept it, the better it is going to be. I’m not saying you aren’t allowed to be angry, but I am saying you’re going to need to learn to accept this.”


In no way shape or form was he lupine trying to kick him down any farther. Rather she was giving him the cold hard truth, because it sounded like he could use a dose of it right now. Blue-grey eyes locked on to him for a moment. There was a hint of kindness in them, those eyes holding a silent plea for him, for both of them to at least try and heed her words. He was young. He didn’t know any better. There was a young cat within him that did not go through the understanding and training that came with it when one is capable of shifting. They would, as a whole, help him, but they could only do so much. They could provide him all the necessary things he needed, leaving him a trail to follow, providing him as much aide. However, they could only do so much for him. The first few steps would have to be his own, and even if they walked beside him, he would have to be the one to put in all the work to fix himself. Hearing his whispered wish did not offend her at all. She could yell at him, but it wouldn’t do him any good. Instead she released a very soft sigh shaking her head. A sympathetic tone could be heard as she sighed softly, pulling some of her golden-brown curls out from her mauled face.


“I am sorry you were turned into a Were, it isn’t fair, but I doubt Tetradore did it on purpose. Some don’t take care of their own, but he is, and he brought you to us including you as a member of our family. We’ve been abandoned before and we won’t let that happen to you.”


For all that she knew of Tetradore, which was very small, there was one thing she did know – he wouldn’t have bitten Henry on purpose. He was far too responsible, far too careful with himself. As an Alpha there were too many things on his plate, he had a business to run, an Ark to keep in order, and a Pack to take care of...he didn’t need another thing to go wrong. Henry belonged to Tetradore, and by that ownership, Henry belonged to be beside them. For the small trio their little family held a great deal of value to them. Raven always wanted a family and she was proud to belong in this one. She was quite happy and she hoped that one day the newly created Panther would see that it was all not that bad. Life would not be bad as their kind. Walking down the plank towards the docks, she stuffed her hand in the pockets of her hoodie. That smile on his face was not what she was expecting, so her dial titled to the side curious. Innocently she spoke up, thinking perhaps this was why he was showing gratitude.


“For saving your liver and money? You’re welcome.”


As they walked side by side Raven would point out the things that he needed to know. Like the docks were the area where everyone did trading during the day or night, humans dealing with humans, and humans unknowingly doing deals with the supernatural creatures that lurked within the seedy part of town. Human squabble was beneath them, but should supernatural creatures come to bring harm to them or the benefit of the pack, they needed to be dealt swiftly. Of course there was a comfortable silence between the two for a while, Raven casually bumping her shoulder into the side of a building. As they walked down the cobbled street of closed shops, she turned her dial over towards him, giving the man a chance to join in on a conversation with her.


“I would imagine you have a lot of questions about us or being a Were. You can ask if you want to.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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