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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 December 31, 2017 at 10:45 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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

It wasn’t easy for her to speak about her past much so it wasn’t easy for him to share his either. It hadn’t occurred to the woman that she would be amongst another that had similar problems or issues. She always assumed she was the only one, or at least, no one was willing to admit it. Being feral was a condition known in the Were world, but it was hardly ever investigated. It was like admitting a weakness and as they were part-animal they didn’t want to do anything that would show their weakness to another. It was against nature and it was against their way. Even though she attempted to help him see that it wasn’t his fault, she got the feeling like he wasn’t listening, or at least willing to understand. She couldn’t blame him, but she was trying at least. He was pack now and that meant something to the lupine. They were supposed to help each other out, and she was trying for his sake. Speaking softly she nodded her head attempting to reassure the man.

“If he says he forgives you, then he forgives you. People that don’t forgive would never say such a thing.”

That was something she never got from her old pack, forgiveness. If only they extended her the same kind of kindness as Sterling was giving him. This Sterling fellow sounded like a very stand-up guy. It was good that Henry could rely on someone like him, it would really help him out. It was clear to the lupine that tonight she wasn’t making any progress with him, but not everything could be fixed overnight. Hopefully he understood that they were all here for him, to help him cope with this condition. He was being given the support she never received when she was younger. Touching his hands she was hoping to make some sort of connection with him, to keep him grounded. As he spoke she noticed his eyes and with a small simper she leaned in to give him a gentle hug. Muttering softly she spoke in a way to help get him to at least see, what she could.

“I know what you’re going through, but at least you get the chance to try again, and you have someone that wants you to get better, that wants to be with you and doesn’t want to throw you away.”

Moving away from him she got up to stand, extending her own hand to help him up. It was getting late and she thought it might be best if they went to go and get some rest.

“Come on, let’s get you back home. The Ark should be closed by the time we get there, and you should be able to get some sleep. I’ll bring you my journals tomorrow, they go into detail about the feralness, how it happens, or how I can ‘wake up’ and know when I’m feral or how I can try to keep it locked. Even some silly theories I have. I’m sorry there are no self-help books, if there were, I would have read every single one and gave them to you.”

Raven Clocksworth.
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