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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!

mukashi mukashi50.125.74.119Posted On February 14, 2018 at 9:17 PM by yumi chizue


The shrill sound of those car horns felt as if they were thousand of miles away from the young girl as she laid on the solid safety of what had once been the porch of Isolt and her own town home. She found herself entirely incapable of mustering the strength to move that small distance towards the door and into that perceived sanctuary. Those usually acute vampiric senses were entirely dulled tonight, the lack of life within her veins and that recent torment had taken its toll upon her. She hardly heard those footsteps on the sidewalk up to that home, those sobs still wracking her frame as he climbed those stairs. In fact, it wasn’t until that genteel touch upon her porcelain flesh that Chizue was even aware of his presence. Her body flinched as his fingers graced her flesh, the young woman so used to that sensation of someone else’s hands bringing her pain that she reacted from mere instincts rather than truly bothering to see who it actually was. All she could think of in that horrible moment was that they had found her after all. All of it had been for nothing. Her escape was futile.

She hardly fought him as he picked up her battered frame from the floor, the girl’s mere will to live was all but shattered. In fact, it wasn’t until he brushed those long dark locks from her face that she truly recognized him, those dark chocolate eyes stared up at him near wordlessly, as if she hadn’t expected to see him, only to contort into a look of utter despair. She had left Isolt behind. She had been given a chance of escape and hadn’t even bothered to see of she could too rescue her friend and now - she was left to stare into the eyes of that man whom so clearly loved the redhead empty handed. She hardly deserved that kindness he gave her, of that she was certain. Those tears only increased as he plucked her from the ground, the woman hardly was in a position to fight him, not that she had the strength to do so in the first place. Quite on the contrary, she rested near lifelessly against the hard plains of his chest, her head leaned against his frame as he so delicately carried her into that home. This wasn’t how it should be. She knew that. It was supposed to be Isolt here in his arms. Isolt. Not her.

The soft embrace of those sheets against her frame were so extremely welcomed, that bed so simply made her feel at home. It was tempting to simply lay there against the bed, even though she could hear Damon moving throughout her home. She knew she had to fix this. She had to do what she could. Slowly, the young woman rose on shaky legs. Chizue made her way towards her desk, digging through it only to began scribbling upon a folded piece of paper. Her handwriting was hardly as smooth and flawless as it usually was, those English letters were somehow more difficult to the Japanese girl. It was only once she had some vague instructions on that paper that she turned, clutching that folded paper to her chest. Those brown eyes shifted as he stepped into the bedroom, her gaze near purposefully avoided his as he informed her of that bath ready for her. It took her a moment to react to those words he presented her with, only for the woman to wordlessly offer him that single piece of paper. It had a street corner written upon it, along with some vague drawing of a tunnel of sorts. It was the best she could offer of what she could remember of that route she’d taken and those streets she had passed. Maybe….maybe he could do the rest. Maybe he could save her. And maybe, one day, they would both forgive her.



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