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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 April 04, 2017 at 7:57 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

Tonight had been one of those nights that would have caused the young woman to hide herself away within the room she shared with her mate. Large and rowdy crowds made her uncomfortable. She would rather curl up safe and sound within their hammock, reading the latest book that caught her interest. Lately she had been spending a lot of time reading through the book Dorian had given her. The stories were fascinating and different from all else she had read before. However, she was not capable of hiding herself away. Due to the large amount of crowds Jackal pleaded to have her assistance for the night. So, instead of divulging into her latest story she was busy taking bets and exchanging money to the winners of the bet. With everyone around her loud, drunk and being a bit too rowdy the she-wolf remained calm and patient, the girl so embodying a saint.Now that the fight was going on between the bear and the bison, she was even curious as to who would be the winner. Anyone within their world would understand that when it came to predator vs. prey, the predator usually won. However, there were some prey animals that no one should mess with and the bison would be one of them. With all the bets taken she waited patiently watching how the animals attacked one another. Although she did not wish to participate in the ring even she couldn’t deny the feelings that were churning in the back of her mind. It had been far too long since she allowed that more primal side of her to be out. It wasn’t healthy. She knew this, but she didn’t like the idea of fighting in the ring. The only time she allowed any primal side of herself to be let loose was when she went hunting in the South, by herself, her mate, or the members of her pack. Yet it wasn’t enough, she knew this, and she knew she would need to do something to fix this...problem.

For now though she did not have a solution. With the bison now the victor she helped pass around the money to those that won their bet. Needing a break she headed over to the bar where the bartender had already saw her approach, setting down a tumbler of whiskey in front of her. Happily she took the glass and took a sip, enjoying the feeling of the alcohol burning down her throat. Sitting down she made polite casual conversation with the other patrons until she heard a familiar loud and low purr. Turning around a small smile appeared as she saw her mate approach her, leaping onto the bar top. As he smacked his head into her own, she rubbed her hand over where it hurt, shaking her head as gently stroked underneath his chin, her nose rubbing right between the middle of his forehead murmuring softly a hello. As he began to settle himself on his back, she looked over to the bartender tilting her head slightly, a silent plea for her to give the patrons a free drink, since Tobi broke their glasses. A small giggle rang out when she felt his paw swat at her hand and obediently she was about to pet his chest when suddenly a hand that was unfamiliar was placed on his chest. Blue-grey eyes widen in fear and shock, that someone was stupid enough to touch her mate in such a vulnerable state. Everyone knew that felines did not like their stomachs being touched so it was no surprise that Tobias immediately caught the foreign hand and began to dig his teeth and claws into the arm and hand. Whether the man was drunk or sober, it didn’t matter, right now they did not need Tobi to sever his limb. Her voice was firm, but gentle, as she raised it slightly to be heard over the screaming of the patrons in terror, and the man shouting in pain, urging him to let go.

“Tobi, come on let go of his hand and arm...he learned his lesson.”

Gently her hand stroked behind his ear, hoping her gentle touch was enough to distract him. However, she felt something rough slam into her, eyes widening as an unknown female came to grab a pail of water on the bar top. Shouting at the woman to stop she used her telekinesis to knock the pail of water out of her grasp, to keep the water from falling upon her mate, knowing his great hatred of the liquid. Thankfully Tobias finally let go of the man’s arm. As he and his girlfriend began to yell at them, her attention returned to her mate. As he spat out a hiss at the offending Weres she gently stroked the side of his face, hoping to get his attention back to her. As the man balled his hands in a fist, Raven noticeably flinched as she turned around, her body going rigid. The feeling of Tobias tail around her arm wasn’t enough to reassure her that all was well. This was bad and it was only going to get worse. This whole scene was enough to cause the Ark to fall into an eerie silence. No one had dared raise a threat to Tobias, or herself. In fact Raven knew her reputation within the Ark was good, all saw her as something kind, at least kinder than her Alpha and her mate. Raven hated attention. She did not like how in the silence all eyes were upon them, she could feel them, and she hated it. In no way did she wish to fight in the ring, but she knew that she was at a crossroads. She couldn’t deny the fight, because that would show weakness, but at the same time he was the one that had done the wrong, not Tobias. Everyone knew it. Her shoulders would roll back slightly as she raised her head slightly, mustering up any confidence she had left. They were in the right to deny the fight...they weren’t the one that had done anything wrong. So, she would give him out...a threat, but an out. Blue-grey eyes looked firmly into the eyes of the male. Her voice still held a polite sound, but it held such a very grave firm tone...and one could practically hear the crack of electricity in the room, the woman revealing a hidden side of herself that was eerie enough to make anyone wonder...was it possible for the saint to fall from her pedestal?

“You touched him when you shouldn’t have, and now you learned your lesson the hard way. Would you like it if someone touched you like that? There is no need to fight. If you thought getting your arm mauled was painful, fighting Tobias is going to be worse. I think it is best if you two simply leave.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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