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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 mask199.204.116.34Posted On August 29, 2017 at 8:32 AM by Raven Clocksworth

i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.
By no means was Henry going through a similar event such as Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde when it came to his other were-half. Whereas Dr. Jekyll purposefully created a potion to separate his good side from his darker impulses, free of conscience and moral freedom, Henry was simply bitten and capable of turning into another animal with the same mindset of a human. Well, sometimes. In her mind he was no monster simply just a man that had no idea how to control and accept his other half. Dr. Jekyll had no intention of living in harmony with his darker half, but Henry did or at least she assumed he would. Whether he wanted to be a Were or not wasn’t the argument he had the right to have. He was a Were now and he needed to start accepting it. Was it something difficult to admit to? Yes. Yet that didn’t mean he had to go through it all alone. It wouldn’t be easy for him to accept it all, but he needed to at least try and right now she wasn’t seeing any effort. Drinking himself into a stupor wasn’t going to solve his issues. Quietly she listened as the distraught man began to explain just how he had gotten himself into this predicament. Her eyes would briefly scan over to observe the bite he received from their Alpha. Instantly her hand went to rub the side of her neck, her fingers gently stroking the marks the green-eyed man left her, a reminder to her other half just who was in charge. Of course Henry couldn’t see it and it was best he didn’t, at least not right now. The comment about Henry’s boyfriend being correct cause a shy grin to appear, muttering softly.

"There are times when our other half is correct.”

Her significant other was quite an odd creature. His speech was broken and he could hardly be understood by complete strangers. His abnormal eccentric habits were enough to make anyone stare at him and question his mentality. The temperament he had was enough to make anyone near him walk on egg shells. For all his quirks the man was capable of providing sound remarks that reminded anyone near him that he was indeed a man capable of having sound thoughts. There were a few times when Raven had to admit her mate was correct on things. Such as: don’t put a fork in the toaster if it’s plugged in, or don’t bother the man with the blinking blue and red lights on the car, ‘we can get away with it’ from stealing food or items in store, and of course affirming that ‘he loved her best.’ Yes, he could be right…sometimes. The girl trusted him completely. Henry had spoken of hurting the one he loved and with this being the first time the man mentioned just who he held near and dear to his heart, it wasn’t difficult to connect the dots. Raven didn’t blame Henry for not believing his boyfriend, when the man admitted that he had changed.

It was rather a terrible and difficult thing for anyone to understand, especially when they had no reason to believe in such a thing. Were-creatures were monsters that authors and Hollywood fantasized and made money off of. For Hallows Eve anyone could wear a silly little costume of a werewolf and then take the mask off the next day, without fear of turning into one under another full moon. There was no need to respond to it at all, he already felt guilty and he was trying to come to terms with his new life. Explaining to him their territory and what he needed to know wasn’t all that hard. She made sure to repeat certain phrases or words to help it slowly engrain into his skull, so he understood or at least would recognize it. It was imperative he understood. His vector was an Alpha and he would be expected to understand all things Were be it with their pack or non-pack. He was the weak link in their little family, and she didn’t want him to remain so vulnerable. That he had no idea what to ask had her raise one eye brow, with scrutiny and disbelief. This was a brand new world…and he had no questions to ask and he had no follow up inquiries of all the information she provided. It was his question that had nothing to do with their conversation at hand, that cause her head to slowly turn in his direction. She was quite assured she never mentioned that name nor did anyone else in the pack mention it. Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her hoodie she spoke up, growling softly.

“Nadya left the pack to join the rival pack that’s led by Frost. He nearly killed me, he harassed Tetradore’s girlfriend, and he killed... The point is, she sided with the enemy.”

She had purposefully stopped herself from telling Henry that Tetradore had died. Everyone within the West knew that the Were-King had died, but no one knew how he came back. She had spent far too many nights wondering just how it was possible. Did Sam really see Tetradore burst into nothing but ash and be carried off in the wind? Maybe the green-eyed man disappeared and fled to recover somewhere else. Maybe he drank some sort of potion, but after snooping through Serafina’s potion books, that didn’t seem possible. Maybe he sold his soul to the Devil? He had an evil twin? There were so many preposterous theories and ideas that popped in her head that she had to stop. Raven was thankful to have Tetradore back. It was best not to tell Henry everything, not until he had a better ground on everything within their supernatural world. The last thing he needed to know was that his creator had somehow died and rose again. Quickly her hand grasped his arm, holding it firmly, but not painfully. Blue-grey eyes looked squarely into his own. In her eyes there was a mixture of emotions, she was trying to be firm, giving him a fair warning, but even though her voice was firm, there was a hint of anxiety in her voice.

“If you meet him, leave immediately. Don’t stick around, don’t trust anything he says. Just turnaround and come home and let us know. I don’t care if he promises you there’s a cure to your predicament, there isn’t, but I’m telling you – you can’t trust him. If he finds out what you are and who you belong to, he’ll exploit it, which would leave us all vulnerable. And I’m not going to have them go through that again, they will not suffer because of him.”

Raven refused to have Tobias and Tetradore go through that all over again. The first time was when Frost had nearly killed her within their territory. Tetradore didn’t have to suffer as much as Tobias, but she was far from herself at that time. When Tetradore was dead Raven had to pick up the pieces and help keep her mate stable. The last thing they needed was to be affected by the vector getting stuck in the middle of this strife. She wasn’t going to let Henry become the latest victim. It wasn’t fair to any of them. If there was anything he needed to remember and understand tonight, it was to stay away from Frost, period. She would let go of his arm and place her hand back in her pockets, continuing to walk. For a few moments there was nothing but silence, until she muttered weakly.

"I can’t speak on Tetradore’s behalf, so if you want his answer, you’ll need to ask him about Nadya.”

And hopefully, that would be the end of that discussion.

Raven Clocksworth.
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