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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 mask47.186.158.204Posted On August 20, 2017 at 12:29 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

It was all too much for her. The loud noise. The angry shouts. How their eyes looked at her, glaring at her with much disgust. She never liked it when others looked at her or treated her in this way. It had been years since she had been surrounded by such a similar fashion. All those fears began to resurface. She could see them, all of them, coming towards her, their teeth gnashing, their snarls rumbling in a similar dark chorus, their angry eyes ripping through her very soul. She could see them. The patrons of the bar and then he members of her pack, each time she blinked her eyes. She wanted them gone They needed to go away. All of them. The hose behind the bar was her weapon of choice, the alcohol bottles used to encourage them to go away if the water wouldn’t do it. The scent of her mate was close. She needed him. Yes, yes, needed him, needed to keep the others away from him. After all she didn’t want him to get hurt, but she couldn’t protect him if she didn’t know where he was. The sudden embrace from behind took her by surprise, believing it was an assailant. As Tobias held onto her she struggled and attempted to get away, but he was far too strong for her to break free. Turning her head to the side to see it was her companion she was briefly calm for a moment, seeing his familiar long hair covering his face, but the struggling continue. After all she felt trapped.


As the crowd began to cheer she nestled in closer to her mate, her hands gripping his wrists in a terrifying manner. The loud noises were far too much for her to handle right now. The pain in her head was only increasing. She could feel a sudden cold wind surround her, as everything began to blur, the woman shaking at this unknown feeling. As Tobias whisked her away towards the top level of the Ark, she struggled a bit, wanting to be let out. Yet she still could not move and couldn’t get away. Blue-grey eyes looked around as her breathing started to slow down, realizing she was taken to a familiar place. A soft whimper came from the woman, as she caught the scent of Tetradore, the girl at least recognizing his presence, even if he was not there. She knew she did something wrong and even in her mind frame she recognized his authority, even if he wasn’t here at all. As she attempted to move away from his barely lax hold, she felt his grip on her tighten once more as she struggled. Giving up she went still for a moment, her eyes looking towards the crowd below as they continued on with whatever they were doing. They were down there and she was up here, she was safe...this was good. Well...maybe. Raven would grow still as his head rested upon the top of her own, a gesture never done before, the woman being still as she listened.


“No lie...never lie...never hurt...Tobi.”


Her words were broken as she struggled to whisper them. Even in her fractured mind state she could never harm him. Perhaps it was her fervent loyalty to her companion that encouraged the woman to speak up She was not a creature that truly wished ill on others or did anything to harm them, not unless they deserved it. She would never harm or hurt those she trusted. Being accused of lying was frightening! She would never lie to him, never....was it not like her to do so. The woman was far too forth coming and honest. She muttered a few words that were inconsistent, but her voice became audible once more as she spoke louder, her head turning to leave underneath his own as she managed to slip against that loosen grip. Turning around she pointed to her face, her fingers tracing the scars gently that mauled her face.


“See...bad...pack...see...bad....ones...do....this.”


Blue-grey eyes looked into his ebony eyes, searching for something. There was emptiness in them, and her eyes held that same empty gaze. She wasn’t herself. This she knows. But could he see? That pain she felt in her skull throbbed once more. With another whimper she clutched her head with her hands, as she cried out again taking a step back again. It all hurt, far too much. Raven managed to fall into Tetradore’s throne, as she lowered her head her elbows resting on her knees. She cried out again speaking in complete gibberish, as she stuttered a non-stopping repetitive phrase.


“Broke...broke...broke...need fix...fix...fix. Broke...broke...broke...need fix...fix...fix.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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