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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!

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars On December 09, 2017 at 9:41 AM by vhalla solarn

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared

Vhalla is entirely ignorant to the scar that so adorns his chest, her eyes locked on the ceiling in the meantime. Such dull and lifeless blues stare vacantly in silence, even when Lazarus approaches that doorway she ignores him, at least for a while. The assassin always needed time to pour over what she had done after every job, especially when it ended in the death of someone. Of course, there were always deaths of people who deserved to be dead; and then there were deaths of people who were innocent, they merely got on the wrong side of Ivan. It was disgusting work, there was not a day that went by that she didn’t wish she had perished in that fire of her own making with her parents that day. Wincing slightly, she leans forward and blinks away the memories, the image of the man she had gutted, his life force pooling around him. Turning those hardened eyes on Lazarus, her gaze travels his chest, noting the tooth.

Questioning him, she’s honestly surprised he answers, his hand coming up to toy with the tooth, revealing that burn beneath it. Arching a brow, blue eyes travel to his chest noting that pink scar, she doesn’t say anything about it; at least not now. She was tired and she didn’t particularly care to explain her life story to a man she had beat up at a bar and somehow managed to be the brother of her recent friend. Brows furrowing, the draw even farther downward into a frown as he responds to her. Vhalla never kept anything from her… kills, unless Ivan requested something be brought to him. There was a line drawn in the sand between them, their difference greater than the moon compared to the sun. She was a murderer, while Lazarus was a hunter; created to protect the human race from people like her.

It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, even gesturing towards the chair opposite of her but he declines, by merely standing there and throwing a death glare her way. Fair enough. Sighing, she settles back into the chair, tucking her feet up beneath her feet before spouting the rest of her idle threats, her gaze hardening to match his own. When he growls in response, Vhalla wants to snarl at him, instead, she puts on that sickening sweet smile, her eyes narrowing dangerously, “I can assure you, there are ways. This is what I do for a living,” she grins at him. There was always Ellie. She could hold her over his head and yet she doesn’t, the assassin wanted the female Dark Hunter as far away from her lifestyle as possible. No, she would not threaten Lazarus with his sister. As much as she wanted to walk away, Elain was a breath of fresh air. Vhalla needed her, there was nothing else to keep her sane in this spectacular life of hers.

When Lazarus questions her again on who owns her, her eyes flash treacherously, her jaw clenching tightly. Releasing a sigh through her nose, she closes her eyes momentarily while she gathers her thoughts. She did owe him. Growling silently to herself, her blue eyes open, taking him in again, “His name’s Ivan. He found me when I was a child and he’s the one who turned me into this,” she gestures to herself, a humorless laugh echoing her words, falling back into the chair once more, as if the furniture could engulf her entirely. Grunting in pain, she glances down at the bandage to assure its holding everything in place. “Elain is safe, she’s in no danger of being pursued. She’s not a threat, that’s why she’s safe. And let’s be honest, there is no way in hell you can keep Elain away from me or vice versa,” she states coolly, that mask of deadness falling over her features once more.

“Go away, we can talk more in the morning. Like I said, feel free to use the bed. If you need anything, help yourself,” she waves him off, slouching farther into that chair, exhaustion clearly written into her body. She needed to sleep. What she didn’t want was to talk about Ivan, he already ran every aspect of her life as is, why would she want him to invade her conversations as well?

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered


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