Coastal Oats, California happened to be one of the greatest places on earth. The air was clean, the community was friendly, and for the most part, it was about the size of L.A. Everyone who lived there enjoyed the quiet, peaceful lives that they lived, and the town was never really heard of just for that fact. It didn't bother many people that lived there, however, because if no one new came to the city, then their quiet peace would never be interupted. That was a few months ago, now, the city was beginning to slowly see corruption in the form of art. Graffetti began to show up in the middle of March. The tags started out small at first, on the sides of trains, on old, abandoned warehouses, and under in the sewers. Within a few weeks, however, the tags would begin to grow in number, and break-ins were being reported quite frequently now.
Coastal Oats had a gang in town, one that was growing in number.
The tags that appeared around town were all drawn in the same fashion, each with a unique twist added onto it, the artists that drew them each having a different flavor to their tag. Two wolves, one on the ground, the other wolf over it, as if the one standing was a male, and the other on the ground was the female bitch of the wolf. There was nothing obscene with the mural, but the name underneath clearly showed that there was a group of scoundrals that looked to be either just having fun, or wanted to make the city theirs.
The Alpha Males were growing in numbers, and this is the story of one woman's slow decent into their world, what their secret was, and why they had come to such a peaceful town such as Coastal Oats.
Coastal Oats had a gang in town, one that was growing in number.
The tags that appeared around town were all drawn in the same fashion, each with a unique twist added onto it, the artists that drew them each having a different flavor to their tag. Two wolves, one on the ground, the other wolf over it, as if the one standing was a male, and the other on the ground was the female bitch of the wolf. There was nothing obscene with the mural, but the name underneath clearly showed that there was a group of scoundrals that looked to be either just having fun, or wanted to make the city theirs.
The Alpha Males were growing in numbers, and this is the story of one woman's slow decent into their world, what their secret was, and why they had come to such a peaceful town such as Coastal Oats.
