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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.

    What's You'll Find Here

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    Noah's Ark

    owned by Aiden Tetradore
    1 employees

    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!

i'd love to be a something to you50.46.131.56Posted On September 16, 2017 at 12:32 AM by abigail hughes

if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Abigail hadn't considered the possibility that maybe Alexis didn't live here after all. She was entirely certain that the woman was somewhere around here and this lady clearly was here in what she assumed was off hours so she must live around here too - right? This all seemed very logical as far as Abby was concerned and yet, her thoughts of Alexis were quickly diverted by that near overwhelming sense of curiosity by what was currently being shoved in this lovely new stranger's mouth. Her eyes widened in awe of this new found...food….thing. Abigail was entirely unaware of that near picturesque view of near innocent sweetness she embodied in that singular moment. Her gaze was entirely focused on this new found woman and her equally as exotic food. That sniff only prompted Abigail to blink, that sudden wiping of that sauce and juice upon that hand hardly bothered her in the slightest. Although Abigail herself had been taught to be the epitome of politeness - she had lived in a rather isolated village in the heart of the Himalayan mountain range. Manners were a very flexible thing where she was from. In some cultures, burping was a complete compliment, after all!

That inquiry of who she was talking of, however, momentarily caused that look upon her features to falter, her lips pressed together ever so slightly in a small frown. "Alexis." She repeated that singular word quite clearly and yet, there was the beginning trendle of doubt that was creeping within her. Maybe she had been wrong? Maybe she assumed wrong? Hm...she could check out that coffee place Alexis was talking about...except that she didn't know what that coffee place was called. "How many coffee places are there in the city?" She inquired quite abruptly, a look of consideration falling upon her features. "Are there a lot? Have you had coffee before?" Maybe this big city only had one fancy coffee place? She'd only tasted icky black coffee before and yet this lady certainly had her array of exotic food. Maybe she'd tried Alexis' super fancy coffee? It was that very idea of all those things that Abigail hadn't tried that prompted her to eye that cheeseburger and french fries. She couldn't help that question that wear near blurted from her lips, those squishy looking french fries were wholly mystifying to her. They were just so….squishy. Squishy squishy squishy.

Her hazel eyes shifted from the young woman to that mysterious food and back again, entirely aware of that peculiar look she was being given. What had she done? Abigail eyed that bag that was slowly pushed towards her with a sense of curiosity, that suggestion that she should 'knock herself out' was definitely welcoming. That was an invitation right? Slowly, Abby pulled out the seat across from her newfound friend, flopping in the chair before she reached into the bag to pull out several different items. She could hardly help the way she squished that french fry, a sound of delight leaving her lips, at least, until she discovered those chicken nuggets. "What's this??" She inquired, as she picked up that first chicken nugget, her fingernails digging into that piece of food only to split it open. She eyed the inside of that nugget, before she slowly leaned forward to sniff it inquisitively. "Is it good?" She whispered, glancing up at the woman across from her. In that moment, Abigail was entirely trusting her newest friend on this whole….food thing. Surely if she was eating it, it couldn't be that bad right? Tentatively, her lips parted only for her tongue to cautiously lick the inside of that nugget. Her eyes widened, entirely baffled by this. WHAT WAS THIS?

Abigail Hughes a were red panda



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