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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
    1 employees

    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 December 26, 2017 at 9:35 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

When you get down to it all that really mattered to the young woman was the confirmation that they were man and wife. All little girls dreamed of one day wearing that big white dress, walking down the aisle littered with flowers, and marrying their knight and shining armor. This was a dream that dozens of girls had at such very young and impressionable ages. Unfortunately, Raven was not one of them. Such hopes and dreams seemed impossible. If only she had that wishful childish thinking at such a young age then she would have a better grasp at dealing and thinking about all of this wedding business. This was why she was wanting her dear friend, Serafina, in on this whole process! Even though this was supposed to be designed and planned by her, and her alone, she wanted her mate’s participation. After all this was his special day too! His suggestion of getting married in the East Gardens sounded quite ideal for them! The suggestion of spending more of Tetradore’s money to get married in some foreign country was met with a soft giggle. Extending her hand forward she would gently tap his nose in a playful manner, almost as if she were in her lupine form pawing at his muzzle, the girl speaking up to protect Tetradore’s kindness.


“Tetradore is generous, but I don’t think he is that generous. I don’t want him to feel like we’re using him. He is being a very kind friend and Alpha to us Tobi, we’re not exploiting him.”


Raven knew very well that her mate would never request something entirely outlandish like that! When Tetradore first offered to pay for the wedding Raven was speechless. Paying for a wedding was typically done by the bride’s Father, or at least, a combination between the two of them. Of course Raven wasn’t going to have a family member offer her any money. She and Tobias received their income from the pack business so they would be perfectly fine. It was extremely generous of their Alpha to offer to pay for their wedding, a debt which she and Tobias could repay, but she knew Tetradore wouldn’t take it from them. The least she could do for him was ensure that not all of his money was spent. Raven was not going to take advantage of his big-heartedness. And speaking of big hearts their conversation led to talks of possibly adding a member to their small family. The topic was painful enough. She had this debate over and over in her own head without including anyone else in it. She fully believed it was impossible for them to have a child, and if some miracle occurred, she had already decided it wasn’t in the cards for them. It was extremely painful to come to that conclusion, but she knew deep down it was the correct choice. Besides, now was not the time for such a conversation.


He had gifted her these beautiful photos and in return she would help him find the ring he would wear in together with her own. Blue-grey eyes moved over to the various rings that were tucked away within their locked cases. It was quite amazing to her that men would have a variety of choices to pick a ring for themselves. Women could hardly make up their minds. Goodness how long did it take for Tobias to pick out her own ring? Surely he and Tetradore spent hours in a store or stores like this one. Oh how painful it must have been. The mention of not wanting a ring with grooves was met with a small smile. It seemed that his other half and herself had that fidgeting habit in common. Sometimes when she was uncertain she couldn’t sit still. As for her mate, well, he could hardly sit or stand still at all – always moving. As he pointed at the two-toned ring she tilted her dial to the side. It was quite a pretty ring, a dark finish in the center. With a nod she spoke softly her thoughts, her voice holding approval, and yet she was curious as to why he liked this one all the same. She never got to ask his opinions or thoughts, and she was keen to delve into them.


“This one looks very nice, but how come you like this one out of all the others? I would assume your other half would want something that is flashy, he is not a subtle being.”


Those last few words were spoken lightly with a hint of amusement. Her two men were vastly different from one another. Eyebrows furrowed together when she noticed the glass from the case, his reflection, and how his hand rubbed through his dark thick hair. Puzzled she looked up at him. Was he finding this difficult, frustrating? Was he starting to revert back? Concerned she stepped over to the other side of the case, to get close to him. But as he spoke she went absolutely still. Tobias didn’t realize it, but he was breathing life into a belief she had killed. Uncertain she shivered slightly as his words began to unlock those thoughts of having a child, one she focused on locking away, and shoving it far into the dark depths of her mind. Softly she whispered, her voice cracking.


“Tobi, are you sure? I mean I was told it wasn’t possible, I told myself that it was okay. Tobi...”


There was agony on her scarred face as her thoughts began to filter, as that hope she had destroyed was piecing itself back together. But before she could say anything else they were interrupted by a well-dressed middle-aged man. As he welcomed them into the store and inquired if they wished to see a ring, Raven’s face quickly turned into a reserve façade, her voice sounding normal as she nodded shyly at the man. Returning to the task at hand she looked back down at the case pointing to the ring her mate would like to try on.


“Oh yes, um this one is the one he’d like to try.”


Raven Clocksworth.
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