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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!

shouldn't be too bad a way to go67.143.208.94Posted On November 10, 2017 at 4:36 PM by Malia Tate



She knew somewhere deep down that Frost had to know when she was in and out of the house. It wasn't like she was good at hiding her scent or keeping things neat. In fact, she was the far opposite of neat. And yet she noticed when she came in her room to find clean clothes folded on her bed every once in a while. It always made her feel that much worse for staying out but she just needed some time before she could face him. She needed to get past her guilt of leaving Caesar's pack. No goodbye, no explanation, not that him and the coyotes would have understood anyway but it was the principle of it. Now she was a traitor to her own former pack and it stung. She had been with them since she was a pup. But tonight she was focused on her hunger and then looking around for something to do throughout the night before she bunked down in the woods for a long nap. But it seemed tonight wasn't going to be such a quiet night. She made it up the stairs only to bump right into the person she was trying most to avoid, turning with a yelp of surprise to see him leaning against the railing with that oh so familiar amusement on his features as he regarded her.

At his question regarding the bag on her shoulder, she shrugged it up higher, holding the strap as she smirked sheepishly. "Clean. I, uh, already left the dirty ones...um, on the floor." She at least had the decency to look ashamed. She could tell he was less than amused about the clothes situation so she cleared her throat. "I swear I was going to get the clothes clean. I sorta watched someone do it at the laundromat the other day. You just put it in and push a button, right? Easy. I can do that tomorrow if you want." She offered a smirk, hoping to get back on his good side. But of course it wasn't going to be that easy. Then he asked about where she'd been and she averted her gaze, shrugging. "Walking the city, wandering the woods. Everywhere, really. Nowhere in particular." He seemed to mostly be worried that she might have gotten herself into some trouble so she looked up and shook her head, eyes widening a little at the fact that he was a little concerned about her safety more than where she'd been. "No, no trouble. My former pack chased me out of their territory the other night as a traitor but I think they might have left town." She tried to sound nonchalant about it but when she said the word traitor, she couldn't look at him.

He mentioned the laundry again and she sighed. "I'll do better." She felt like a kid trying to get out of punishment from their parents, not that she would really know what that was like but she was sure this had to be somewhere along those lines.






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