The Auction Rock is a very temporary home to a mass variety of both canine and equine slaves who, one way or another, have found themselves unable to get away from overpowering masters. The summer's blazing heat beats down unrelentingly during the hot summer days, and yet the cold reaches into every waking limb during the months of no warmth. Here masters of all kinds can claim others, sell their current property to another, and just about anything they see fit.

Quiet and with an almost appealing look, the Love or Lust Meadow is a deceptive thing of nature. The meadow stands like a silent killer, sheltered in some places by dark, ominous looking willow trees. A small pool drifts nearby, used mostly to allow victims to wipe the horrors away. Here masters can take roaming females captive for some midnight fun. Or maybe the females are secretly lurking for the masculine gender. Either way, most don't want to end up here unless they got a trace of desperate in their veins. . .

A run down New York City, this revered place still has hundreds upon thousands of reminders of the human's previous reign. Open trash cans have gradually blown the leftover garbage all throughout these crumbling streets and city buildings; even some crazy objects of all sorts can be found just by watching the surroundings. Light is dim in the narrow alleys of which some wolves have taken a liking too; they have found it easy to convert the old diners filled with food and the comfortable hotels to camp areas that suit their needs. Mattresses are a nice and common luxury too; a few can be found strew along the streets when they were knocked out of apartments during the earthquake. Everywhere nature is slowly taking over; vines cover the walls, creeping, slowly yet forcefully and taking back the land they know is theirs. The statue of liberty stands off the shore, her image still a powerful reminder of the once-lived humans.

Tucked deep in the heart of Sobibor, located to the west of the Canyons is a fairly large land. This land is quite beautiful, grass and prey are plentiful, streams frequently flow through and it is not disturbed much by others. This place is called Harukani and is the headquarters of the group known as Regelese Alese. But somethings amiss here, because at the far end of the land there is nothing but ash. So, would you dare enter the lands of the Regelese Alese? Or are you ready to join their cause?

Deep like the black wells of an oil field, these canyons are larger than life. Literally. The canyons run deep through these lands, twisting and turning through the ever changing scenery of nature to even out with the land near Liberty Shores. The highest point of these canyons is far away; up nearer the Auction Rock. During all seasons a small stream trickles through the slabs of rock, giving life water to all who journey here. It is a common meeting place for both wolf and horse alike and it holds special caves on the lower parts which sometimes harbor secret slave meetings. Only the ones who go to the meetings know their whereabouts, however; your not likely to find them. At the tops of the canyon walls is lush grass and some of the more daring animals look over the edge from up there.

Raised high above the ever moving ocean, this cliff is highly notorious for a quick, swift death. At first glance it looks like a docile cliff that stares off into the ocean calmly, but it's seen more deaths than most. Covered in an even blanket of green grass, it is highly deceiving. No trees line the ridges, and all you can see is the settling sun, should it be night, casting beautiful lighting patterns on the dimming sky. The cool breeze of salt and warm currents washes over it's victims as they plummet toward their death. Still, this place is very serene and sometimes wolves and horses alike stand at it's crest for some quiet thinking. Bring your characters here to be killed off.