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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 mask47.186.158.204Posted On March 18, 2017 at 7:28 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

This was all just a dream. It had to be. It just didn’t make any sense. Here before her was her deceased Alpha sitting upon his throne as if nothing horrendous happened. He was a creature that was well guarded and completely unemotional. It was unnerving at times, but she was accustomed to it. He smelled like Tetradore, looked like him and was acting like him, but it was throwing Raven off completely. He was dead. The dead just doesn’t come back to life like this. The dead were just...dead. Oh how her mind and heart ached. Part of her wanted to believe this was truly him. Wouldn’t it be amazing to feel jubilant and relived that he had returned? Wasn’t she supposed to feel those feelings? If she was supposed to, she couldn’t feel them. She was nervous and terribly afraid. In this day and age it was not impossible to believe that this was all a scheme that could have been devised by Frost or some other wicked and cruel being. This man before them could be an imposter. He could just be someone that was trying to hijack their home, get them to trust them and then reveal the terrible truth that he was not their Alpha...and then they would be stuck with him. She desperately wanted everything to go back to normal. Was it so hard to ask, to have their little family whole again?

It was strange that this man who looked like Tetradore gave her mate some sort of car calendar with the days marked. Why he was given this item, she did not know, but if it was to distract the boy from thinking he was not who he said he was, then he was doing it rather successfully. It was rather maddening to see Tobias act as if nothing was wrong. His world came crashing down the moment the Fae Queen came in and told them their Alpha was no longer on this earth. She had to endure her mate’s agonizing grief and help him go through and handle his turbulent emotions and temper. It was a lot to handle and at times she could barely hold on. Now he seemed absolutely calm and she couldn’t get her mind to accept that perhaps, this really was their Alpha back from the dead. But who could blame her for not believing? His response to her inquiry left a bitter taste in her mouth. It was unacceptable. It was imperative she knew that this was really him. If she was going to believe he was who he said he was, then she needed to try and trust him again. It wasn’t her fault for needing the assurance. After all she had every right to believe this was all just a sick twisted setup for someone to take over their home and their very lives. Although there was this tiny fledging feeling of hope within her, that her Alpha had conquered death itself. If she was wrong and this was indeed her Alpha then what would that make her? A terrible follower. A terrible follower indeed. She was afraid, to know whether she was right or wrong. Either way it didn’t make her look good and so she began to get anxious at the very thought of how awful she truly was. Worriedly she lowered her dial, her eyes averting his too afraid to look up at him now. She grabbed her hands, her fingers twisting about one over the other, as she always did when she was frightened or uneasy. Her voice was shaky as she mumbled gently enough for her mate and maybe Alpha to hear.

“I...I don’t trust others very well. I trusted you. You were my Alpha. You were the best Alpha I ever had. You took me in, you kept me safe, you never harmed me, not once. Well, that one time, but...but it wasn’t out of malice or spite.”

Casually she unwrapped her hands from one another, as she gradually brought her hand up to her neck, rubbing her hand slowly along the side of her neck where her Alpha had dripped acid on her. She couldn’t recall what she had did, but she knew very well that it was due to the fact she had gone feral within the Ark. Everything she had admitted to her former Alpha, or not former Alpha, was entirely true. He was a very reclusive soul and ye she learned over time that he was a very good leader to follow and depend on. Her attention flickered back towards her mate when he asked Tetradore if he wanted to be the Alpha again. Blue-grey eyes shifted upwards to meet his emerald eyes, searching for some sort of sign that he was their Alpha. If he was their Alpha would he want to come home? He called her his sister-in-law...did he still want to be? She wanted him back, but would he want them? Quietly she watched as Alexis came forward, the lupine making some room for the fox, giving her a faint simper. She appreciated the vixen, more than ever. She was always a good friend. She was not pack, and yet she should be. She never invited her, never asked, feeling as if it were not her place. Her mate’s suggestion of how she could tell whether it was him or not, was met with a sadden shake of her head, gently telling the boy no, without saying the word he truly despised.

“I don’t think he wants me licking his hand, Tobi.”

Sadden blue-grey eyes shifted towards the peculiar presence of the ebony tiger making her way towards them. It had been a rather long time since she saw the woman. With a silent nod of greeting her eyes down casted towards the ground once more. Everyone was back, well almost everyone. Nadya and the twins were no here. But still, everyone was here and this ought to be a joyous occasion. However, she didn’t feel like celebrating, at least not yet. Her emotions were running high. She couldn’t help, but begin to silently cry, shaking where she stood. It was all too much. The fear of knowing he was an imposter or not. She wanted to be right and she wanted to be wrong at the same time. Biting her lip she returned to her usual nervous tick, twisting her fingers one around the other, tears still falling down as she muttered apprehensively.

“I know I should be a good pack member. I know I should be like Tobi. I should have believed you were coming back, but...no one can come back from the dead, it’s not possible. If you really are Tetra, then I have failed you, and for that I am sorry...I just...I’m sorry.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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