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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 September 06, 2017 at 5:55 AM by Raven Clocksworth

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

She must have done something wrong. That was all she could think of. Somehow somewhere during the day she must have done something to anger him. After all why else would he be acting this way? He had hardly spoken a word to her. Every time she attempted to pry information onto why he was acting this way she didn’t get anything, but a shrug and a dark look. If he wasn’t going to speak with her then she must have done something to anger or upset him. It did hurt when he wouldn’t speak to her. Usually he was very good at opening up to her, whether he was upset with something so insignificant or silly, to something that truly concerned him. Whatever the reason for his sour attitude tonight, Raven was helpless from protecting anyone from his rage. Tonight she focused more on working with the staff and dealing with the patrons rather than sitting next to him to watch the fights below. Perhaps they needed space, and maybe Tetradore would handle him. Then green-eyed man was good when it came to keeping her mate in line. Everyone seemed to be a bit touchy. When a patron lost a bet they were more willing to argue and fight with her rather than hand her the money. Which caused the staff to argue in her defense and sometimes she’d step in and throw her own weight and pressure them to fork over their money to her. It wasn’t something she was pleased to do or even considered repeating, but a loss was a loss and money needed to be collected. Luckily Tetradore had decided to close the Ark an hour earlier than usual, and she breathed a sigh of relief as soon as the last guest left.

Emotionally drained she was about to help clean up when Jackal came over and insisted she get some sleep. Something about needing to be close to the spotted leopard would do her some good or maybe them good, or honestly she couldn’t recall his words because her feet lead her upstairs. As she entered their room she found her mate already in the hammock already settled in. Hurt she lowered her head heading towards the bathroom to change out of her clothes and get ready for bed. Usually her mate would wait for her and it would seem he didn’t want to at all. Leaving the bathroom she hesitantly crawled into the hammock, getting up close to him. Gently she kissed the top of his forehead, blue-grey eyes sadly looking into his own dark eyes looking for any sign. If he wouldn’t speak to her, maybe the other would, but there wasn’t even a glimpse of gold. With a defeated sigh she curled up against him, her arms folded against her, missing his arms wrapping around her. It was difficult to fall asleep, but eventually she did. It was a troubled sleep. The woman tossed and turned for a while and eventually she would settle still, not knowing that her companion was tucking her in carefully with those blankets. While he was awake doing whatever he wished, the woman was suffering with those nightmares that resurfaced. Without her companion to hold on to, without feeling his warmth for support, she was left to fight those demons herself.

All those feelings of self-doubt and loss of self-worth resurfaced. The woman was caught stuck in a whirlwind of different terrible haunting events. From being locked away into a cage and tortured to seeing her mate leave her for Nadya, and listening to Tetradore’s cruel words threaten her death if she ever came back to the West. Whatever she feared deep down it seemed it would gain life as she slept. She was not sleeping peacefully. The lupine tossed and turned, her words inaudible as she remained trapped. It was the loud sound of thunder that finally stirred her awake. Blue-grey eyes shot wide open as she looked up at the dark ceiling, watching as a faint light from the lightning briefly shone through their window. It was the sound of rain that seemed to so soothe her for a moment as she went still, those terrible images flashing before her as they faded away, waiting to strike within the darkest corners of her mind. Her head would turn to find that there was no sign of her mate. Raven knew the boy walked around usually she found him asleep somewhere random, leaving him a blanket to keep him warm, or down in the kitchens eating food, or even playing somewhere within the Ark. Turning over she pondered over where he could be until she noticed her mate sitting on their bed, messing around with the book she was not supposed to open. Knowing he didn’t want her near the book she remained lying where she was, wondering just why he was over there. Did he not wish to sleep beside her? What did she do wrong? Unsure if he was willing to speak up today or not, she spoke up softly sorrow in her tone.

“Tobi…why are you over there? What did I do to make you so angry?”

Raven Clocksworth.
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