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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!

stranger danger198.81.129.207Posted On May 17, 2017 at 1:09 PM by pan

p.a.n.
Second star to the left, and straight on til' morning

The tiger was a beautiful thing, and for a moment, Pan has a memory of somewhere far from here. A sleeping panther, larger than this tiger, in the green of the jungle. The cat had been guarding a bag filled with treasures (not unlike his own), and he’d offered her a trade… a gift for a gift, she’d called it. Gasping at the first of his memories to return, he offered the new she-cat a smile, reaching into his bag to find something suitable to offer her as well. Beside him, the otter continued to chitter in warning, not wanting his master to be drawn into the wily ways of a predator… but at the same time, Oliver knew that there wasn’t much he could provide the boy. Pan had a way of getting into trouble all on his own, and a way of not listening to even the most insistent urging for caution.

I’m not going to hurt you… He reassured the tiger, even as Oliver wound up his leg and settled around his neck like a scarf. Rummaging in his bag, Pan drew out a pale-pink seashell, perfectly scalloped and smooth from the sea. I just wanted to see the water… you like it too, right? Here - he pushed the shell toward the cat with an encouraging grin. I like pretty things – maybe this will help you to think of the ocean. If you listen close, you can hear it.

It didn’t matter that the tiger couldn’t talk to him. Pan could talk to a brick wall and get enjoyment out of it, so instead of running toward the inviting waves, he settled Indian style onto the ground, ignoring the way that the cat towered over him, and began to tell her a story. I’m Pan by the way… and, I’m new here, I think. Can’t tell you where I came from – I just appeared, but that’s kinda weird… everyone comes from somewhere. And this is Oliver. He pointed to the otter, who squeaked indignantly and burrowed into the hollow on Pan’s lap.

You’ve gotta be careful around here… just yesterday I saw some bad men with guns. They trapped a wolf in a cage, and then they started shooting at us… probably better to stay over here by the water. I can protect you. As if illustrating his point, the boy tapped his hand on the scabbard, tied haphazardly on his waist, which sheathed his needle-pointed sword. Nevermind that the boy was far better at hoarding and mindless drivel than fighting, but it’s the thought that counts… right?
ooc: Pan is way too friendly – feel free to be antisocial and wander off haha – your call 

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