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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 October 21, 2017 at 1:44 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

¬Perhaps if she had lived with a family and pack that supported her, Raven would have gone on to do bigger and better things. That overwhelming amount of self-confidence and pride would have given her the ability to think highly of herself, to set lofty goals. It was obvious that she was smart. It is possible she could have gone on to be a Doctor, a Lawyer, a scientist or business professional. Backed by a stable, and loving livelihood the young woman would have grown on to be something! Living in the pack she grew up in she was unable to truly even think about the future she could have. There was no reason for Raven to grow up believing she could’ve had a lucrative job of her own, a loving husband, with perfectly healthy children to call her own. She knew what her fate would be. Trapped and miserable within her cage, locked away without the chance of going out there and making something of herself. It wasn’t too late for her to try though. Now that she was with a pack that accepted her, faults and all, it was possible for her to try for something. But being a Doctor, or Lawyer brought her any interest. Helping Tetradore run his business, be it the fighting ring or running the other commerce avenues, Raven was enjoying herself. She had friends she could trust and rely on. The lupine felt she was admired and adored by her own mate, the two of them. And she had the money and ability to get all the books she wished to have. Her life was perfect. Maybe some would believe a smart girl like her shouldn’t be running around with a gang that ran the West District, and yet it didn’t matter to her what others thought. Raven was happy, truly happy. The kiss on her forehead brought her much comfort as she gave him a dazzling grin. It was peaceful to walk with her companion through the mall. Hearing a word of gratitude was rare, but she appreciated it all the same. A warm, soft chuckle came out of the small woman as she squeezed his hand happily.


“Of course! I can’t have you walking around naked.”


Indeed she could have no such thing happen! It would not be approved by society, to see a grown man walking around stark naked. Within the Were community it was acceptable to see themselves walk around without any clothes on, but never here. Buying her mate clothes seemed like something a typical girlfriend would do. Of course she only bought him things that she had seen him buy before. It wasn’t that hard to do. If she could wash his clothes and they were ruined beyond a little TLC, then she went out to buy him something new. He never complained about the clothes she bought him so the wolf assumed she was buying his attire correctly. His attempt at trying to find clothes for her was quite amusing. It had taken many trials and errors for Raven to learn just what kind of clothes she was supposed to wear. There were not many clothes she felt confident in. Many clothes were far too revealing or tight. Such attire was not something she would enjoy wearing. The clothes she did like were baggy and loose. Yet she knew such clothes were not supposed to be worn for engagement photos. Using her phone to look for photos of examples, for herself and Tobias, she handed him in the phone assured he wouldn’t break it. Looking back at the rack of clothes she moved over to another section, moving the hangers to the side as she pondered the thought for a moment at the garment. When he inquired whether or not the one he found would be suitable, she looked over to take a look at it, and she nodded in approval.


“Oh yes, I like that too! Let me look for something similar, good job Tobias!”


Now that she had an idea on what to look for she lifted her head to look over the rows of clothes. She noticed her mate’s attention was on a particular section. As her eyes shifted in that area she couldn’t help, but blush profusely. Well, it wasn’t surprising that her fiancé would be interested in those undergarments. It was so very ideal that the clothes he suggested she wear wee over there beside it. Taking his hand so he would be close, they crossed aisle way ignoring the other shoppers. Shyly she gestured to the women’s undergarments, all a variety of color and fabric texture. Standing at his side for a moment she would speak until she headed for the dressier side of women’s clothing. Not bothered at all if he wished to stay in this area.


“Oh yes, so um...those are...well, I’m just going to be right there looking for proper clothes.”



Raven Clocksworth.
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