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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!

too wild for you67.143.208.120Posted On October 29, 2017 at 2:29 PM by Malia Tate



Week days and weekends, it made no difference to her. It's not like she had a job or school to go to. The thought of sitting in one place for hours at a time to listen to someone talk about something she knew nothing about didn't sound interesting at all. It sounded rather boring, really. And serving someone like a maid just to make the stuff they call money to exchange for things she can get for herself? Well, that just seemed silly. She could hunt for herself so why buy food? And she could steal what she couldn't hunt. Frost could give her all the warnings he wanted to but she was good at it so why worry about getting caught? She wandered the streets of the west, enjoying the warm sunshine and people watching, as she liked to do. She found herself picking up on more human gestures just by watching others on the street. But sh'd still rather her coyote form any day.

She heard the whining too and paused by the old warehouse, instinctively sniffing the air. A lone puppy. She used to always enjoy the puppies of her old pack and she found she had a protective air about her when it came to them. But it seems someone beat her to the punch. She peered around the edge of the warehouse, watching the man pull the rubble aside, only hesitating slightly when he heard the puppy's warning growl before he continued his rescue. The puppy was grateful enough, barking and jumping around his heels as he started calling out for anyone missing a dog. She smirked, stepping out so he could see her. "Many get dumped around these parts. I'm sure he won't be missed. Besides...he seems quite fond of you." She glanced down at the pup again, her brows furrowing a little. "Such trusting creatures...dogs. It's a wonder they continue to thrive."






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