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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 September 17, 2017 at 8:20 PM by Raven Clocksworth

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

Raven assumed that Tetradore would still want his sister cared for after his death. So, the she-wolf began the lengthy paperwork of building a trust for Nadya and her children. Believing that should Frost eventually harm her, and she be left to fend for herself, she would at least have a trust to use and rely on. Before Raven could submit the final paperwork Tetradore returned from the land of the dead, shocking her to her core. When she mentioned the trust she was building for them he ordered her to cease and not go forward with it. She could have questioned him and attempted to pry information out of him about it, but she knew it wasn’t her place. So, she followed his orders. Not even bothering to file the paperwork in case he would change his mind. For as long as she knew their Alpha he was hardly one that would shift positions. Henry brought her up. How he knew her and why he bothered to ask, she had no idea. Raven had hoped that they could focus in his transition of becoming a Were by focusing on the most important thing accepting his other half and learning. He hardly needed to be involved in Were-politics and it would seem that goal had faded away. That he had already met Nadya was bad, but knowing she’d run back to Frost and say something...and all the terrible possibilities that could occur, well, that was even worse. Her grip on him did not loosen just yet, the she-wolf’s fear for his well-being, and the well-being of her pack, caused her to remain focus on beating the mean with information he needed to know. Her tone was quite gentle as she attempted to get the man to listen.

“I understand that being in this supernatural community is very different, but sometimes it is best that when you meet a stranger you are a bit more cautious. Now that she knows who you are, and what you are to Tetradore, then we can assume that Frost does too. Which means Frost will exploit you to harm us all, including Tetradore. I don’t want to see you hurt, like we all were when he attacked. So, when you meet him in his human form or horse form...leave and come find us.”

Her hold on him would release as her head sadly shook. It didn’t occur to her that they had to teach him to keep his identity quiet, or at least have to keep an eye on where he went. He was an adult and free to roam and do as he pleased. Maybe the first thing they should have taught him was how Were’s thought and worked, what he should and shouldn’t do. But he was feral, like her, and the focus was mostly on his well-being, because at the end of the day, that was all that mattered. That he would be okay. Whether they cared to say it aloud or not the pack cared deeply for each other and now that he was one of their own, that care shifted towards him. Gently she would reach out into his mind allowing a flicker of images to appear for him to see, almost like a movie rolling. There he would see a typically looking alleyway within the West, there was a small girl crying and a white male, with platinum blond covering half his face, with one violet eye seen. He would look over and turn into a massive all white stallion. Raven’s memories would let the man see how cold Raven was as he froze her to death, with the stallion coming over to mash his gigantic hooves into her, over and over again, the sound of her bones cracking, breaking. Those memories would eventually evaporate and he would find the curly-haired woman with her arms folded, attempting to comfort herself.

“There was a Were that was my friend, a Were that was a friend to everyone in our pack. He was on our land when I discovered him being mean to her. So, I intervened, and nearly died. That’s what he looks like in his human form and in his horse form.”

Not thinking there was anything left to say she continued walking down in silence until he decided to speak up again and stop. Turning around she shoved her hands into the pockets of her hoodie once more. His question cause the woman to stand there, mulling on how to respond. It was a bit difficult to give him a response he would like or even comprehend. With a sigh and shake of her head giving him a response that he may not like.

“I don’t think control is the right word, it’s more like...you are merging with your other half, and you share everything. I can influence it. It learned that Tobi was our mate, it learned that Tetra was our Alpha and could be trusted, and it learned that our pack would not harm us. Last time I went feral it was okay, I didn’t harm them, I didn’t harm anyone...they kept that chance low. If you want we could try something...I can’t help you shift, but I think I can help you figure out how to influence him.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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