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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!

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars 166.137.136.130Posted On December 03, 2017 at 8:23 AM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


Luck truly had been on her side tonight just by the sheer fact she had found Lazarus in that crowd. She could have easily pulled any number of men or women from that line and dragged them through; but Laz was a Dark Hunter and she played a very dangerous game. She was banking on those heightened senses to pick up that something was decidedly wrong and even when she reaches down and grasps his hand, tugging him through those front doors after flashing a pretty smile at the bouncer. Again, there was that luck that seemed to be so absent in her short life as the bouncer immediately recognized her as one of the women that nearly wiped out their liquor stores each night. Though, she had no doubt she would have been able to get in even if it was a new bouncer or someone that she didn’t recognize.

Vhalla pulls him through the crowd, guiding him carefully through the dancing people before abruptly stopping and pressing her slender body against him. Taking that hand of his and pressing it to her wound, there’s a small wince that crosses her features though she’s careful to conceal it as best as she can. Both hands sling around the back of his neck, her body flush against his as she notes the moment he realizes that something is wrong. There were those Dark Hunter senses she was gambling on. Vhal tosses him a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes, as if she were saying ‘good boy’. It was difficult for the woman to not allow that mocking smile to so dance upon those luscious lips, it was entirely too hard to forget that the man had tried to buy her services. Even if he was joking, it struck a chord so deep that she had nearly snapped that tight leash she kept on her fire.

For the moment, she swallows the memory and grinds against him, her lips parted as her breathing is a bit labored from exertion and the pain in her side. Feeling his hand slip on her side, she quickly snaps at him and she can see that glare that he so wants to throw her way but he seems to refrain, worrying more about the situation that he so found himself in, merely because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. His words are swallowed by the crowd as Vhal’s head snaps around, noting the man that so pushes his way through the couples, a look of murderous fury contorting his features. Thinking quickly, she turns back to Laz, apologizing quickly before she pulls him close, her lips crushing against his. Honestly, she expected the man to pull away from her or at least remain stiff as a board but he seemed to return the kiss. That only managed to encourage Vhalla as she pushes harder into him, drawing his face deep into her hood.

Never in her life had Vhal ever initiated a kiss, sure Ivan had sent her off with his friends and they did cruel things to her; she was no stranger to kissing. It was an absurd feeling and she almost… liked it. She isn’t entirely sure why she does it, yet, she bites his lower lip, hard enough to let him know what she wants but not hard enough to hurt him, seeking entrance to his mouth she deepens the kiss. Her eyes aren’t completely closed, though they are hooded and she carefully conceals the fact that she is enjoying herself given who she was sharing a kiss with and their current situation. For a brief moment, those icy eyes fall close, missing that misty haze that so coats Laz’s green eyes. She’s aware of the approaching man, but there seems to be a sudden shift within the man as he backs away quickly, turning in the opposite direction of the two locking lips.

When he finally pulls away from her, she would be lying if she wasn’t breathing heavy from the kiss they had shared; though she merely chalks it up to the situation. His suspicious eyes bore into hers and she’s briefly aware that his other hand had slipped down her side to settle on her hip. His response to her has her fiery blue eyes practically ice over, her gaze hardening at the sheer arrogance the man had. “What? This? This is just a scratch,” she shrugs at him, throwing him another sardonic smile. Lie. Lie. Lie. Her wound wasn’t clotting, she could almost feel her silver blood pooling between Lazarus’s fingers. Dropping her arms from his neck, she notes that she had managed to smear a touch of her own silver blood across his neck. Shrugging at him, she turns away from him, her own hand replacing where Laz’s had been, putting pressure on that wound as she stalks through the crowd and to that bar.

Vhalla had assumed the man would have had enough of her, would have been glad to get rid of her, clearly her answer didn’t satisfy the man as he prowls after her. Ignoring him, she reaches the edge of the bar, the bartender entirely too busy to see the woman reach over the counter and grasp a half full bottle of straight vodka. “You aren’t going to leave me alone are you?” she calls over her shoulder at Laz that so towers behind her. She truly hadn’t notice how much taller the man was than her as she turns around and casts him a disdainful look. Arching a brow, she sighs heavily, “Come on,” she raises her voice as she smuggles the bottle away. Pushing her way through the crowd her body sauntering with a dancer’s grace that tight suit so showing her generous curves, she heads for the bathroom, finding that one of them were open, she opens the door and gestures for Laz to enter, her features take on a sultry and seductive look, lest someone be watching her lead a man into the bathroom.

After he enters, she trails after him and slams the door shut, locking the deadbolt to reveal a rather filthy bathroom with a toilet and a cracked mirror. Stalking to the sink, she tilts her head back and takes a couple swigs of the clear liquid, a disgusted face not to be seen on her features. Finishing, she throws a glance at Laz in the bathroom, her shoulders merely shrugging once more, “I was just playing a little game of hide and seek,” she grins wildly at him before turning away and pulling the hood from her head to reveal a red blood splattered face, blood that clearly did not belong to her. The redness had managed to seep into her stark white hair and she looked practically like a vengeful wraith. Setting one hand on the sink, she grips it tightly, setting her jaw tightly. Taking that bottle, she glances down at the lengthy wound in her side, and pours that liquid across the slash. Even with a clenched jaw she can’t help but release a low moan of pain, her hand gripping the sink so hard she might have broken through the porcelain if she had any supernatural strength.

Staggering, she almost drops the bottle, though her hand does release from the sink as she stumbles back a few feet, right into Laz’s chest. She hadn’t realized how very close he was standing to her. Panting heavily, she has to close her eyes to fight off that blackness that so swells at the corner of her eyes. “Why are you still here?”

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered



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