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

give them no reason to stare


Posted on January 05, 2022 by Henry Tudor
West

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

"That's...tough." Tough was an understatement. His life had been less than easy and he had to work for everything. Nothing came easy for the wear. Even in the rough patch he found himself in, the one person he could lean on wasn't his anymore. He was angry at the world, angry at life, and angry with everyone who was breathing around him. It had been a long time since he had been in such a terrible funk. Unfortunately for Carolina, she had caught him on wone of his many bad days. Perhaps if she had come upon him a year ago, his answers might be different. He might have given her a friendly hello and perhaps joined her on the ark. But a year had changed him. A year had nearly destroyed him.

But despite his harsh remarks about his hobbies (or lack thereof) and his dislike of the ark AND his dislike of Tetra, she didn't question him. It was strange, really. Most people were so quick to jump to the why that they didn't care about the how. Most of his life wasn't a secret so how in the world had she had been working within The Ark and didn't know a damn thing about him was a question he would have to ask another day. It puzzled him. Perhaps his reactions were baiting. Perhaps they were both baiting each other and both avoiding the elephant in the room. If they were both fish swimming around hooks with cheese or hotdogs or worms, whoever was on the other end of the fishing pole would see neither of them today.

He asked if the pack had told her anything about him and she replied that they hadn't. So why was his secret suddenly sacred? It really wasn't a secret, not really. It was just the life he had been dealt. "I didn't ask to be a were..." It was a small admission of truth, something that she might be able to make an inference on. He and Tetra's relationship was different then everyone else's. They weren't friends or partners. He was his sire and there was more to it than that.

Perhaps the sire and kitten relationship was the root of all his problems. If he hadn't been bitten by Tetra in the alleyway, he wouldn't have shifted alone and nearly killed the one person he loved more than anything. That person would still be lover and life would be happy. But life didn't ask Henry what he wanted. Life just took and took and took. And quite frankly, Henry was fucking sick of it.

He sighed. There was a lot to him that many didn't understand. Hell, there was a lot to himself that even he didn't quite understand. "My life has not been rainbows and unicorns. It's been bloodshed and darkness." It was hard to look at his life and be happy. What once made him happy wasn't available to him anymore. The activities that brought him joy no longer did. Some days, Henry wondered why he kept living in misery.

When left with her stereotypical parting words, Henry chuckled lightly. So common. So overstated. "Not even God himself could help me." Although Henry didn't believe in higher powers, some people did. Some people would pray and ask God to make him smile again. But Henry didn't believe in God. Surely a God who was loving and just would have allowed such shit to happen to him.

He gathered up his fishing pole, intent to not sit another moment on this dock trying to catch fish that didn't seem to want to be caught. Eyes looked up at the ark and he sighed. He didn't want to go back in there. But he had to put away this stuff he had bought. Where they were going to store it was a mystery. Maybe someone would find fishing useful and enjoyable. Henry hated it.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again