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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!

i know why the caged bird sings70.106.192.114Posted On May 14, 2017 at 5:15 AM by pan

Second star to the left, and straight on til' morning

Pan had no idea what he would find around the corner, but the eager boy wanted nothing more than to find his next great adventure. C’mon… you scared or something? He called his challenge toward the darkness, but still, nothing emerged. A clattering sound grew louder though, like metallic thunder during a hot summer storm. For a few more moments, the boy waited to see if the noisemaker would appear, but it started to become clear that it wouldn’t. Maybe it was just a piece of machinery, clattering to build in the warehouse district (but he doubted it). With a sigh, he crept closer, grey eyes wide with curiosity as he peeked around the corner.

What Pan saw next was more surprising than even his imagination could predict. Ahead was a large iron cage, rusted along the edges to a bloody shade of red, and inside it was the biggest wolf he’d ever seen. Mind you, Pan couldn’t remember what had happened to him recently, so he wasn’t sure that he’d seen a wolf before… but this one seemed strange and out of place in the concrete playground. The river otter Oliver, who had previously been peeking out the top of Pan’s faded navy blue backpack, shivered at the sight and burrowed deeper into the satchel with an indignant sort of chirp. Instinct told the creature to be afraid of the snarling wolf… but for all the caution Pan’s furry friend displayed, the fairy boy was far too entranced to worry about fear.

There is a tickle of warning at the base of his skull, which he ignores as he creeps closer to the wolf. Something in her calls to him, tears stinging at the back of his eyes as he takes in the enormity of her cage. Nothing deserved to be locked away, in Pan’s eyes… nothing. More than anything in that moment, he knew he had to free her. Hush now… it’s alright. I’m gonna get you out of here. But we have to be quiet, or we might wake the pirates. For even the optimistic boy knew that not everything here was kind. He’d spent enough time in Sacrosanct already fighting for scraps of food and watching drunken brawlers gamble away the last of their treasures for little more than another bottle of booze. Those types were a far cry from the innocent boy, with a heart too big and eyes bright with hope. Given the chance, they’d certainly chew him up and spit him out again.

He walked around the cage, inspecting the whole thing before leaping an impressive flying leap onto the top of the cage, pulling at the iron and grumbling when it didn’t budge. Guess the lock would have to do. Soundlessly, the boy returned to the ground, rifling through his bag and drawing out a thin piece of copper wire. Thrusting it into the lock, he began to twist it this way and that, until the tumblers formed a pattern, and the lock sprung free.

Pan pulls the rusted door open, wincing at the loud creak it made, wondering if it was enough to wake this whole place. Go, get out of here before they find you! He offered a soft smile to the nervous wolf, wanting nothing more than to run his child hands through the thick and luxurious fur… but it was clear that the West wasn’t safe for her (and it probably wasn’t safe for him either). Still, he wanted to know more about the strange creature, so out of place in this industrial land.

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