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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
    1 employees

    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 June 24, 2017 at 3:15 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

It was probably a popular unasked question that many had: how did someone so reserved and quiet get ensnared by a moody, dangerous deviant? It was just one of those peculiar couplings that caused anyone to stare at the couple and simply wonder in confusion. Their frequent patrons of the Ark never did approach her and ask. They all accepted it as it was. A couple that seemed unlikely perfect for one another. It was easy for the lupine to read the room. Her mate was a creature that demanded dominance from anyone and everyone. She had only met the other she-wolf for a brief time, but being a similar sub-species like her, she understood they were far too territorial with their personal space unlike the other Were sub-species. The lupine and feline held such a unique bond together, both a bit far too in depth with their animal side. She remained quiet and calm, hoping that her mate would understand that all was well, that he too could relax. There was no need for him to be upset or to be intimidating. Mira did not need to be treated like a possible enemy, but she could be treated like an acquaintance, and maybe possibly a friend.

Everything seemed okay. There was no tension in the air that she could feel. Her aberrant mate seemed quite content sitting upon the medical bed, and with Mira all patched up, there was no need for either creature to be so defensive. Mira’s question seemed to destroy that serene moment. The sharp hiss that spattered out from him was enough to cause the abused woman to try and defuse the situation. What may have seemed like an innocent prying question was anything but. Walking calmly do his side, she held his hand firmly, but gently, blue-grey eyes focusing on him, and him alone. She was aware that it was difficult for him to talk, let a long string the correct words with one another to come out with the message he was trying to convey. It was something she had to do every day, to translate what he was saying in order to achieve the similar outcome. Even when he spoke and stuttered, malfunctioning and then correcting it. She did not correct him. Rather her stilled presence remained simply a steady force of comfort. It was not her place to correct him, like any male his pride and ego were quite overwhelming, and she knew how to deal with such touchy things.

As he was finished her eyes briefly looked over towards Mira, aware that she may seem a bit confused after what Tobias said. And so Raven filled in the missing pieces so that Mira would fully understand. She asked about the ruthless stallion that had done nothing more than bring them grief, pain, and anguish. There was nothing nice she had to say about him. There was no reason she should. One would assume she would be a creature that would forgive, and yet she couldn’t hold herself to do it. There was a rumor that perhaps the two packs would be at peace now that Nadya was in between his sheets, and yet to her, there would never be peace. He was a mad creature that needed to be brought down, and the world would be better with him not living in it. The reserved and kind woman had nothing but absolute sheer hate in her heart for him, hoping one day he would feel the pain he had perpetrated upon her and imposed upon them. If her words didn’t hold enough venom to influence Mira to understand the dangers of the stallion then perhaps she would bow down to it by vision. But when Mira voice aloud that Frost did not deserve love, the woman went quiet, struggling a bit. It was painful to admit, and her voice held such a weak tone.

“My old pack considered me a Monster...and I found love. Others see Tobias as some kind of Monster...does he not deserve love? Every lonely monster needs a companion. It is a shame though it had to be Nadya.”

Nadya had chosen Frost over them, and it was an unforgivable act. Although she hated Frost to her very core, there were just some things that all deserved, even if she believed it was unfair and wrong. After all if her pack was alive today surely they would think and feel the same way she did for him. If only Mira knew how many times Raven questioned just how it was possible for Tetradore to die and then come back. When he first came back, months after being gone, but never forgotten, she was wary of him. Tobias greeted him as if he were only gone for a day, the Leopard loyal to a fault. Yet she was concerned that this all could be a ruse, a nasty trick, a way for someone to take hold of their small misfit band. It would have torn her to shreds to see her mate broken completely again if this man that looked and acted like Tetradore was nothing more than a charlatan. It had taken quite some time for Raven to stop questioning him silently or watching him with such a careful eye. The green-eyed man was indeed their lost and beloved Alpha. But who could blame Raven for questioning it in the first place. After all Death was indeed permanent and it would seem Tetradore found a way to make it not so for himself. Tobias explanation as to how it was possible was met with a silent nod from the lupine, as she smiled at her mate, one hand moving up to push his long dark hair out of his eyes.

Now that Mira was patched up and Tobias seemed calm after that question was uttered, she returned to focus on her own wound. Tobi’s reminder of the gift the little Mexican man had was enough to have Raven not try to heal her wound, but focused more on trying to clean it. A wide grin appeared on her marred face when Mira innocently inquired if Tobias was harmed by Frost. Physically Tobias never suffered under his callous actions. Emotionally and mentally though, he was affected by Frost. From the night she returned to the Ark frozen and completely broken, to Tetradore’s demise, it had fractured the man, but not completely break him. It was beyond his understanding if Raven admitted he was harmed, and yet she would not voice on it. Instead she chuckled softly, allowing the boy’s ego and assurance to be his only answer. That Mira had met Tetradore was something that she didn’t feel necessary to press upon and ask. The man was aloof and private. If he felt it was necessary for him to relay who he met in his life he would say it, that he didn’t mention anything about Mira was not surprising or bothering.

Feeling his lips press against her cheek, she eagerly place her own lips on his cheek, her own flushing slightly from embarrassment. Public display was something the two did not do often, but she had noticed that for the past few months Tobias seemed more open to kissing her in front of others, to show actions that most would believe he was incapable of showing. That he has decided to leave and go to Tetradore was met with a firm nod, as she began to clean up the supplies. Mira’s interest in helping her was a kind gesture, and yet she was adamant that she did not need her help. The question about Tetradore however, was met with a puzzled expression.

“Are you asking how I made you see? I have the powers of telepathy, sharing visions and speaking to all, whether I am human or in my wolf form. As for what Tetra told you and left quiet, I cannot speak on his behalf. Would you like to spend the night in the Ark or should I get you clothing and you go home? I doubt you’d want to walk through the Ark naked for our patrons to see.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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