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

i felt alone, still feel afraid


Posted on November 24, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

You throw your head back, and you spit in the wind
Let the walls crack, 'cause it lets the light in
Let 'em drag you through hell
They can't tell you to change who you are
That's all I know so far

While Carolina didn't necessarily know what was eating at Henry, there was no doubt in her mind that something gnawed at him harder than the fish that now so happily fed on his bait. It didn't take an expert to identify a man trying to distract himself from his problems, though the leopard may very well have qualified as such; needing a diversion was something she was far too familiar with. Though she hadn't intended to end his attempt at a new hobby he seemed to have already given up on the pursuit as he eyed her suggestion skeptically. "Yep, it's the damndest thing. I always thought it was ironic that catfish loved cheese so much." Her shoulders shrugged nonchalantly, leaving Henry to do with that information as he wished.

It seemed however that he was intent on abandoning the pursuit altogether, apparently finding that fishing simply was not his thing to which she gave a sympathetic look. "A hobby, huh? Well, what do you like to do. That's probably the best place to start." Maybe finding out what he did enjoy would give her a bit of a glimpse into the rather private were. She couldn't help but feel a need to maybe try and help him cope with whatever he was currently dealing with, perhaps one wounded heart to another.

He was content to change the topic to herself however, and she couldn't really blame him it was a tactic she was rather fond of employing herself. Her earlier than normal arrival surprising for a reason, typically she would only arrive at the Ark a few hours before the crowds were set to arrive and long after the sun had already set. Yet upon asking him if he was ready to go inside the vessel he called him she was rather surprised at his instance that he didn't like to spend any more time there than he had to.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Perhaps it was that infernal and seemingly eternal curiosity that so easily sparked inside of her that had her lingering on the dock outside of that ship instead of heading up the gangplank and focusing on her own tasks at hand. Her brows knitted together in both question and concern as she peered up at the brunette beside her. "That must be tough, you room here right?" Not living there herself the southerner didn't always keep up with the current list of who actually called the Ark home, but she was pretty sure Henry had a room there. "Is it just the new ship? I know Tetra likes things all bright and shiny but it was pretty jarring at first, for me at least. Feels different, y'know?"

Her hazel gaze flitted back to that fancy boat, and while she appreciated what it was and what it provided for herself and the people she had come to view as friends a part of her missed the rusted old exterior of its predecessor. She had just felt more at place in that ship than this spotless mega-yacht, like she fit more. Was it the same for Henry? Maybe it wasn't her place to pry, but she never could quite help herself and being a empath so often had her heart being worn on her sleeve. Her eyes shifting back to the panther finally before she offered what little she could to him. "If you ever need a place to stay you're welcome to crash in my spare room. I know what it's like to need some space." She didn't expect him to accept, private as he seemed to be, but maybe just knowing he had the option would be helpful in some way.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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