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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 10, 2017 at 8:09 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

When Raven was just a young pup she would look up through the bars of her window to gaze up at the stars that were scattered across the dark sky. She would search for the brightest looking star, gazing upon it with excitement and hope as she muttered a few simple prayers and wishes. Always she hoped for her pack to have good fortune, for everyone to be safe and happy. She was quite a selfless creature always thinking of her pack first even though they hardly cared for her. At the very end she would hope to have a better family and live in a warm home. Now, if someone would have told her that she would belong to a misfit of wildcats and live on an old cargo ship that on a nightly basis had a ‘fight club’ she wouldn’t have believed them. Though here she was within the cargo ship taking the money from a patron placing their bet, as the ring behind her was being cleared out. Seeing the pack’s newest member all by himself was indeed odd, especially if he hadn’t approached them first. Puzzled and a tiny bit concerned she finished up her round and made her way towards him, sitting beside him as the bartender came by and set down a glass with the amber liquid already poured in. Her smile was soft as she spoke gently, shrugging her shoulders some.

“I’m not into the fighting either, but sometimes it is good to let your other half out. We’re predators we need that outlet sometimes. Tobias and Tetra fight for fun or to keep remind the others of their reputation.”

Of course with the way she looked it may seem to others she was a fighter. Sadly though she was far from it. Fighting within the ring wasn’t one of those things she liked to do, but even she knew the importance behind the ring. Luckily she never had to go in the ring by herself. Tobias was always willing to join her, to be her partner. Their trust within each other continued to deepen, the two moving as one, anticipating and knowing what the other would do. Tonight though the two boys were not interested in fighting. Her eyes would briefly go upwards to the top floor seeing the two familiar figures sitting within their thrones watching everything below. Grabbing her glass she took a sip, her head shaking in disagreement.

“I do not think you are a lost cause. Your new at all of this, it just takes time.”

She had never gone through something like this before. Being something she wasn’t. It was a bit difficult for her to empathize with him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try to help. There may be something she could help him with, but what? He belonged to Tetradore and although it was his job to help his creation, it was the pack’s job to assist. Having a weakness within their group was something that could not stay. If word got out just how inexperienced Henry was, or who he belonged to, then it was possible he could be used in a way that would bring her Alpha or pack members harm. This was something that could not happen. Raven knew Frost had a vector, but she wasn’t willing to hunt the horse down and harm her for all that Frost did to them. She didn’t even tell her Alpha about his possible weakness, perhaps it was because she felt like she needed to offer him payback for helping her escape the clutches of that murderous Dark Hunter and her Father. Sadly, if Frost knew about Henry she doubted the man would be that honorable and leave the new panther alone. She was nearly done with her glass as one eyebrow rose slightly seeing the man go for another glass. Easily she responded to his question with a small grin.

“Nah you don’t really need to. I wanted to do my part for the pack. Tobi doesn’t work either. Don’t tell him, but him giving the orders to staff doesn’t count.”

Raven was quite happy to participate in Tetradore’s business. The curly-haired woman was eager to prove her worth within the pack. She was a nothing and a nobody in the pack she was born and raised in. She had no experience in running anything business related, but she read her books and learned through practice and they have been quite successful. With a soft sigh she set her empty glass down as she stood up, looking down upon Henry with a sympathetic look. Gently she attempted to encourage the man to leave the bar and follow her, wanting to help the man at least in some way.

“You know, I know I’m supposed to make sure we make money, but I don’t think it would be good if you drowned yourself in alcohol. Come on Henry, I have something better in mind.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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