"Tales From The Beast Quarter" comics/sketches
Down in the old town, where the neighborhoods aren't up-and-coming so much as been-and-gone, where there's not enough room to put in even one big-box store and gentrification just isn't worth the trouble, that's where you'll find places like the Quarter. Not that you won't find beastfolk trying to claw their way up in the rat-race alongside ordinary men, but…well, you won't find a lot of them. Some folks say they're just not wired to compete with humans, others think it might have to do with centuries of living out on the margins of society, back in the Old Country; whatever the case, the parts of the city that mankind abandoned wholesale for more fashionable digs are just the right kinda space for beastkin to carve out a niche for themselves.
They're not the only ones, either; the disaffected, the eccentric, and the plain down-on-their-luck seem to end up here oftener'n not. Maybe it's that a run-down place that's actually valued by its residents is more welcoming than the spaces that're engineered for just passing through or to drive away "undesireables;" maybe it's just that it's one of the few parts of the city that's livable for those who can't afford a car. But it's just possible that something about the place draws people of a certain temperament, the ones who never quite fit in with their fellow men and could never put their finger on why – and the locals have their own stories about what happens to folks who spend a lot of time there…
