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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
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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 July 05, 2017 at 7:03 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

She was a creature that was accustomed to not having someone’s undivided attention. After all she was a complete nobody, she was not important. Some would say it was because of her low self-esteem that she was not one that enjoyed having others focus upon her. Sadly though it was mostly because she was accustomed to being mistreated. If others paid attention to her or focused solely on her then that meant she was to be harmed or abused. Years upon years of this particular action was absolutely difficult to break. It would take a longer time for the lupine to understand that not all the time if she was the focus, that she would be mistreated. Each time Tobias provided her his complete attention she learned that he would not harm her. Not once had he ever injured her out of malice or joy. She knows in her heart that Tobias would never, ever harm her in any way. Yet even she knows that one day such a terrible event would occur, but she prayed deep down it would never happen. The man’s entire focus upon her was appreciated and feared at the same time. As his eyes looked over her marred frame her cheeks quickly flared into a rosy pink. This was not the first time he had gazed upon her in such a way as this. Rather Raven was embarrassed and ashamed of her physical form. How she wished she could patch up and heal each mark, erase it all away so that she would appear untouched. She was a physically flawed creature and knew that her mate could have had any other girl, if one could tolerate and love him as she, and yet she was appreciative that Tobias chose her, alone. He may not see it, but his other side could, and oh how she wished she could solve this problem, and yet such desires were unnecessary...with the way how the boy interacted with her naked skin.

The woman craved for each gentle touch. His calloused fingers stroking her patchwork marred skin seemed to flare something within her to life. Each time he touched her, anywhere, a spark tinged and enlightened her sensitive nerves. Roaming around her breasts seemed to be a trigger point, the girl’s soft vocals a sound that confirmed the boy she was pleased. Like a magnet she was drawn to him desiring to be closer, the woman craving such a thing. As he cupped her butt with his hands, pressing his hands into that thicket flesh, it caused her half-naked frame to press against his own. How surreal it was to the woman, that she would be in such a predicament with another, especially a male. If someone told her she would be laughing half-naked, with a male she loved, she would truly believe they were lying. It wasn’t like Raven to openly have a joyous laugh. A soft chuckle, a gentle giggle, a shy smile, or a wide grin were signs she used to show her happiness. A rare bold laugh from her in this case was absolutely rare. Blue-grey eyes shifted upwards to see the bright ebony pools in his own gaze, the woman feeling delighted and free. As Tobias led her towards the bed in the corner of their room, she instantly began to feel anxious once more. There was nothing good about that bed. As soon as she was healed, physically from the destruction Frost had caused, she had crawled into the hammock wanting all to go back to normal. As she stood at the edge of the bed, quite uneasy, she noticed the confused look upon her mate’s face. That kiss was meant to reassure him that she was okay, as she signaled him to get in.

Eager to get her mind off of her dislike and fear of the bed she went to work on teasing and playing with her mate. After all physical intimacy was something she still did not know much about. Though the lupine understood she was allowed to learn and see what she could do. After all he did not judge her harshly if she did not know how to do something, he seemed open and willing for her to try. Straddling over him she allowed her fingers and lips to work their magic, pressing them against his chiseled form, moving slowly as if to excite and antagonize him all at once. The way he leaned into her or his vocal confirmations encouraged the woman to continue even further, pleased to know she was doing something right for him. As she straddled0 him she could feel him getting aroused, the girl knowing that his sweat pants that were once comfy, were now entirely constricted. Many times when they were first learning slow about each other in this way, she heard him vocalize how his pants made him hurt. Teasingly her nimble fingers grabbed the hem of his pants pulling them down, allowing him some relief, until she pulled it back up, a small grin meeting that annoyed scowl. As he squirmed underneath her she shook her head, no, knowing it was driving him mad. As he placed his hands on her hip she was about to speak when she giggled in delight as he flipped them, her back pressed against the back.

As she pinned her down in the bed, the woman felt safe and aroused all at once. The lupine loved it when the leopard would place his teeth against that sensitive crook of her neck, the girl craving such a touch. A simple gesture of his teeth sinking into her skin wasn’t just something that aroused her, but it reassured the woman deep down that she belonged, that she was wanted, that she was his. A physical touch like this satisfied both her human and animal frame of mind. As his lips pressed against that crook part of her neck she leaned her neck back allowing him greater access. As his lips began to trail down to her collarbone and downwards she moaned softly quite pleased. Her hands would wrap around his neck, pulling him closer needing him to be closer. As his hands moved to her hip she wiggled underneath him, purposefully moving her lower half upwards closer to his own lower half, not just helping him take the pants and underwear off her, but to also tease that sensitive part of himself. The brush of cold air confirmed the woman that she was indeed quite vulnerable to him. A grin responded to his own as he spoke allowed that his actions were what she was supposed to do earlier. As his lips pressed into her own she heard his groan, as she spread her legs wider, letting him slip as he came closer towards her. As his fingers began to trace along her thigh and upward, he would feel her body shudder from his touch, but as his fingers rubbed the apex of her thigh the woman released a soft moan.

Blue-grey eyes flashed upwards to meet his own, and without warning the woman quickly rolled to pin him beneath her. She stayed still on him, sitting as she looked down upon him her hands gently traveling up and down his side. Leaning into him to press her body against his, she kissed him gently, slowly, deepening that kiss. She would release his lips as she lifted herself upwards and traveled down his frame to his pants again, this time her hands would take the hem of his pants and she would slowly pull it down finally brining him a moment of comfort. As her telekinesis brushed his pants down she allowed her hands to tickle his inner thigh, watching him jump. Curious of wanting to know how to further make him happy, and at the same time see what more she could, she allowed her hand to gently stroke him once, and after seeing his pleased but painful reaction. She returned to stroking him again, and again, as a smirk began to appear on her marred features. The woman torturing and pleasing him, all in one. She was his mate, and she was quite capable of keeping up at playing games with him. Her tone heled a deeper sound to it, as she purred quite gently to her beloved mate.

“Like this too, right?”

Raven Clocksworth.
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