West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess 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, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Black Market

Just like any city - Sacrosanct is not without it's deep, dark underbelly. Hidden in the graffiti-ridden streets of the West, behind closed warehouse doors, lies the Black Market. Forever moving, it's nearly impossible to find without knowing someone who knows someone. Anything you desire can be brought for a hefty price within the Black Market - be it drugs, weapons, or lives.

What You'll Find Here

Edge of the Circle

Cull & Pistol

Hidden within the dark alleyways of the Western Ward, Cull & Pistol is a dim, often smoky bar. With a small variety of bottled and craft beers, Cull & Pistol is a quaint little neighborhood joint. With its no-frills moto, the dingy bar offers little more than liquor, music from an old jukebox, and a few frequently occupied pool tables.

Bartender Raylin Chike

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark (known simply as The Ark) is a sleek superyacht known both for its fight rings and recent...renovations, of sorts. 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. Note: This is a Were only establishment. All other species will be swiftly escorted out.
Home of: Nightshade

Owner Aiden Tetradore

Co-owner Tobias Cain
Bar Manager Mira Ramos
Bartender Henry Tudor
Waitress Carolina Bedford

Syn

Within the turbulent industrial district lies this club. The warehouse doesn't look like much on the outside but it provides a memorable experience from the state of the art lighting, offbeat Victorian-inspired artwork, comfortable black leather lounges, and the infamous 'black light' room. There is a wide variety of alcohol that lines the shelves of both of the magical and ordinary variety. It is a common stomping ground for the supernatural who want to let loose and dance the night away to the music that floods the establishment. Humans are most welcome if they dare.

Owner Risque Voth

Manager Darcy Blackjack
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

before i make the mistake


Posted on November 14, 2021 by Henry Tudor
West

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

Cheese? Henry looked down at the water as he watched the worm get snatched up by a passing fish. What an asshole. He had been leaving his bait there for some unsuspecting fish to bite his hook. But did they bite his hook? No. They left his bait alone until he had tossed it back in the water.

But the thought of cheese as a bait had him looking back up at her skeptically. Cheese? He kept repeating the suggesting over and over again in his head trying to make sense as to why cheese made a better bait than worms. In the end, he couldn't come up with a reason. "Cheese, huh? I've never heard of that. Hot dogs, sure...but not cheese." When he had been doing his research on fishing, he had come across a father and daughter fishing off the dock using small slices of hotdogs. The perch seemed to love it. Henry didn't even like hotdogs so it was a mystery as to why the fish went nuts over it.

Henry supposed he could believe her idea about the cheese, even if it was a little far fetched. If fish liked fucking hotdogs, then surely cheese was not that big of a stretch. "I doubt I'll try it, though. I'm not a fan of fishing. I was told to find a hobby...this is definitely not it." He wasn't sure what else he was supposed to try. He supposed he could pick up knitting like an old maid, but then again, the idea alone made him bored.

He commented on her early arrival to the Ark, knowing that she didn't usually show up until much later in the afternoon. Her answer seemed plausible. Sure, Mira could have had other business and asked her to come early. Deliveries were pretty standard and no doubt, was a legit excuse.

But it was her question that had him shaking his head. "Not yet. I don't like to be there if I don't have to be." What he didn't tell her was that it reminded him of his first shift, the way he lost control, the way he ripped his boyfriend to pieces. What he didn't tell her was that the yacht before them reminded him of the darkest times in his life. He hated being there. He stayed because he needed a place to sleep (having not really found his own apartment after moving out from the flat with Sterling). He stayed because as much as he hated being a were, this was his family.

But he didn't really tell her this. He didn't know her. Very few knew about what happened between him and Sterling. Perhaps the only one who might truly understand him was Tet...and maybe Malia (though she was from another pack entirely). That time in his life was a dark spot in his history, something that he wasn't particularly fond of. And yet, it haunted him.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again


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