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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 August 23, 2017 at 9:21 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

They all knew her story. They deserved to know. After all they were the ones that were willingly accepting her into their fold. She had a default, a flaw, capable of harming them without notice. Her story was a warning, a disclaimer that although she would be with them, they wouldn’t be safe with her at times. Henry may not know nor understand, maybe one day, but Raven was eternally grateful for Tobias and Tetradore to accept her as she was. Tobias didn’t have to take her as his mate. Tetradore didn’t have to accept her in his small pack. They could have chased her away. Even when she attacked Tetradore’s ex-girlfriend he had every right to exile her or force her in some sort of imprisonment upon the Ark. If she ever went feral she knew the guys could keep her in line, and they could help keep her from harming others when she was in such a despicable state. Feral Weres were not safe, they were a danger to themselves and to others. Here she found her acceptance. Between them she learned that she could be herself without facing any sort of repercussion. Henry didn’t live the life she lived. If he had been in her pack they would have locked him away too, or worse. He would most likely never understand how fortunate he was, to have an Alpha like Tetradore or a pack like their own. Maybe one day when he accepts the creature within maybe he’ll really comprehend that he was lucky.

It would seem though that he missed the point of the story. She wasn’t trying to get him to focus on terrible he had it or that he should be afraid of his other half. Rather she was trying to explain that if he continued going down this road, locking up his other half, not wanting to participate or let the other side learn and grow, then he would be damning them all, and more importantly himself. Out of anyone in the pack she was the one that most likely understood where he was coming from. While he continued to paint himself as a hopeless lost cause she didn’t bother to stop him. If he wanted to see himself as that then she wouldn’t stop him, it wasn’t her role in this game called life. He was digging himself into a hole and he was the only one that could dig himself out, but that didn’t mean he had to do it alone. Although she wished he could see the damage he was afflicting on himself. If she had someone to yell at her when she was younger then she wouldn’t have had to go through a similar ordeal he went through. There was a time when she was terrified to change and it had taken a lot of growing on her part to finally be happy with herself. There was no one there to slap some sense into her. With a shrug she spoke softly, but her tone would get a bit firm, blue-grey eyes locking on his, purposefully poking the bear, err cat.

“When a natural Were changes, we’re cubs, we’re small, we’re harmless. You are a full grown man, shifting into a full grown cat that has the mindset of a kitten. Not wanting to change or refusing to, or having a fear for your other half is not going to help you. You can’t half-ass this.”

Maybe she shouldn’t have prodded him, but someone needed to tell him. It was a difficult thing to accept, to see that you were no longer human. Raven couldn’t comprehend that on his same level. But she could sympathize and understand what it was like to be afraid of something you can’t control the animal within. The suggestion that Henry get comfortable within his fur by playing was a fairly good compromise. It allowed him to get more connected with his animal half and it was something they could all do together. It wasn’t that hard to play around. With Tetradore’s acceptance of this idea, she grinned as Tobias grabbed her hand and yanked her away. Eagerly she caught up with him heading down the dock, releasing his hand as he leapt onto the sand and dashed away. Why he shifted mid-air she did not know, but she had a sneaky suspicion he was attempting to ‘show off’ to their new pack member. Without a thought she allowed herself to shift, moving off the ramp and standing along the dock. As soon as Tobias came over and pounced in front of them, she wagged her tail and slapped one paw into the sand in front of him to make him run. With a rough bark she charged right after him, grey paws kicking up sand behind her, as she tackled right on top of him, content to nip gently at his neck and ears, as she attempted to stay atop his back.

Raven Clocksworth.
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