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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 mask199.204.116.34Posted On August 28, 2017 at 6:26 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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

The loud noises of the crowd seemed to fade away as she remained held down by his strong arms, the woman leaning into him, believing that he was keeping them all back. She didn’t want to be near them. Didn’t want anything to do with them. They had to go away, but there were far too many of them. They were circling her waiting, the bar being the only physical barrier. Whisking her away from the irritated patrons of the Ark she remained standing within his arms, breathing heavily as she attempted to catch her breath, her nerves in shock. For a moment she struggled a bit to move, to see if she could get loose, finding he was too strong for her. As he laid his head atop her own she went still. Taking a deep breath she inhaled his scent, it was familiar, it was strong, and it left her thinking she was safe. It was quieter up here. No longer was she being assaulted by such loud noise or being surrounded by those eyes that held fury in them. Her hands would relax and let go of his wrists as she leaned more into him finding his still and calm presence comforting, even though the inside of her head was buzzing and throbbing. The very idea he accused her of lying was enough to cause her to be upset once more. Feeling his hold on her loosen, she turned around looking up at him, declaring she would never do such a thing. No, never never. Seeing his lip quirk upwards allowed the woman to give him a shy smile, pleased to hear him agree with her.



As she went on to explain to him why she acted as she did, her eyes looked upwards hoping that he understood what she was trying to explain. Yet she couldn’t withstand the pain she was feeling any longer. Raven never touched nor sat in their Alpha’s throne. She never sat in Tobias’ throne either. Most of the time she was down on lower levels helping Jackal out with the bets so there was no need for her to have a spot. If they were still watching the fights and she came up to join them she would sit on the floor, watching quietly, letting the two of them talk hardly wishing to interrupt. Clutching her head from the pain she felt, a soft whimper was let out, unsure why she was feeling this much pain. Being told she had to remain sitting where she was an order she had no intention of breaking. After all she had no reason to stand, not when she felt her head aching. The sound of the lanky leopard tearing through their bedroom caused her to cringe, flinching as she heard each loud sound. Eyes closed she let out a soft whine, muttering quickly underneath her breath, her hands still clutching the side of her head, hoping it would all stop. It was when she felt various objects falling into her lap did her eyes open up, looking upwards she noticed that grin on his face, his chest puffing proudly in display. Hesitantly she touched the objects sniffing the soap and then setting it down. Grabbing the hot water bottle she held it to her forehead not finding relief. Indistinguishable words began to tumble out as panic began to set in again.



She was not fixed. Blue-grey eyes held a wild look in them as the fear she had seemed to only deepen. As he reached for the box of band aids the woman went back to clutching her head, this bringing temporally relief. As he placed the band aid on her forehead she went still. Nothing had changed. Frustrated all the items Tobias had brought her began to levitate as they flew across the room and into the crowd. Jumping out of the chair the woman began to run, but this time on all fours, her palms smacking into floor. Though she would skid to a stop when she saw Jackal teleport a few feet away. He was saying something in Spanish, yelling about something. What he was saying she didn’t know, but she was frightened. Standing back on two legs she ran away from him, back towards Tobias, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around her again, believing this was how she would be protected. Her words were jumbled as her words remained broken.



“Keep…run…safe…hurt…stop.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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