West
The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess 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, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.
What You'll Find Here
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
virtue has a veil, vice a mask Tobi
Posted on December 11, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
Needless to say the past month had been, terrible, horrible, and absolutely unbearable. It had been a full week since she managed to change out of her pajamas. The girl hardly desired to take a shower or prepare any meal. Thankfully the staff of the Ark appeared to be sympathetic to them. They had prepared their meals and Raven hardly ate any of it. Every now and then she tried to help Tobias understand Death, the meaning behind it, and the ultimate terrible reality that Tetradore would never be coming back. Each time her mate said something that inspired his never straying belief that his beloved companion would indeed come back, simply ripped Raven's soul into pieces, again and again. She shouldn't continue to explain to him that his hopeful belief was wrong, and each time she tried it got harder to do. She simply gave up. It was by far much easier to do than crush his hope. So, whenever he said something that meant Tetradore would come back, Raven would wordlessly nod and sigh, unable to continue this agonizing circle, over and over again.
As soon as the week was up she was prodded by Jackal to get back to work. For a while she would do nothing, but sit at the desk, staring at the left over paperwork. Silent tears would fall when she saw his handwriting. It had taken a lot of willpower to try to get back to doing the paperwork. At first she slowly began to research and figure out how to transfer the assets and business out of Tetradore's name, but Jackal was adamant to not change anything. So, she didn't, but she had absolute no clue or reason why. When the Ark opened up for the first time after Tetradore's death, there was a moment of silence for the fallen Alpha, but everything went back to normal. When Tobias went down to the fighting ring to fight, it terrified her to see him down there. She knew he was a superb fighter, and he was rather good at this sport, but there was more at stake. What if he lost? What if someone came along to challenge him for their pack, their home, their territory? She would gently ask Tobi many times, when they were alone, to not fight, but he was obstinate about not stopping.
Tonight was a full moon. The first full moon without their beloved Alpha. The Ark was silent tonight, as it always was during a full moon. Raven had no idea what they would be doing tonight or if they would be doing anything. Quietly she moved through the corridor of the Ark, using her telekinesis to open the door that led to the ship deck. With a soft sigh she looked around unable to find the wily spotted cat. They hadn't left their territory since his death. Frost hadn't stepped foot or hoof within their home and it was only a matter of time until they found him here, and what would occur when it did she did not know. The winter wind hardly bothered her at all. Her thick ebony fur protected her from Jack Frost's bitter touch. Finding some old trap and rope on the deck, unceremoniously she laid on top of it, with a miserable huff. Her dial rested easily over her grey paws, as her sad eyes shifted upwards to look up at the bright full winter moon. If possible, she would have mournfully howled and yet she could do no such thing. Instead she just laid there, not moving, feeling terribly at a loss.