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

fading into oblivion


Posted on February 27, 2016 by serafina dubois
West
kissing death and loosing my breath
It had taken far longer than Serafina chose to admit to pack up the contents of the store she had, in some fashion or another, inherited. Everytime she thought she'd got together every wayward trinket and jar, every piece of jewelry and oddity, another would rear it's face. The mess from her mentor's time owning the store had long since required in depth cleaning, all those years had certainly added up and contributed to utter disaster Serafina had found herself in. Still, nearly a week later and with her hired help at hand, the Edge of the Circle made it's move to the West side of the city. The dingy storefront had been left behind for metallic roofs and industrial columns. It was the perfect place for the young woman to step out of the shadows of her mentor and made a new life for herself - except for the small fact that his corporeal form tagged along to complain about the move every step of the way. Still, she had made it. Tonight was the first night after the big move and though the blistering cold howled through the city streets, the young witch had decided she had no better thing to do then to put everything back together. Somehow, she was sure she was going to regret the decision.

Nevertheless, after a few minutes of fumbling with the keys outside, Serafina found herself stepping into the darkness of the warehouse, the temperature here hardly much better than the winter skies beyond. The girl shivered in her coat, trying to remember where the lightswitch was. Gingerly, her fingertips began to brush across the walls, entirely oblivious to the fashion at which she was being stalked from above. Serafina paused, her steel blue gaze glancing backwards into the darkness as a small frown marred her lips. She'd thought she'd heard something...maybe? She shook her head ever so slightly, continuing to feel against the wall only for - ah! There it is! It was at that moment she heard the menacing growl behind her and without hesitance the young woman let her fingertips brush up the wall, flicking on the light switch as she spun on her heels, already reaching in her purse for...well something.

The bright lights flickered above overhead, blinding her much in the same fashion as her assailant. Her fingertips encircled upon one of her potions, fully intending to face the onslaught head on only for nothing to come. Serafina blinked away the brightness only to find herself face to face with a rather familiar canine. Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly as she eyed the wolf, only for her gaze to drift to the crates shoved up against one edge of the warehouse. The voice invading her mind hardly caused a reaction from the girl, entirely used to the process by now as she turned towards the boxes, prying off the lid of the nearest one to stare down at its contents. "I'm renting this space. Apparently the old storekeeper just up and left without notice so they sold it to me. I don't know what they expect me to do with these though." She gestured towards the crate with a soft sigh on her lips. Weapons were certainly not her forte. Maybe she could spell them or something. "What are you doing here?" She inquired, glancing over her shoulder at the wolf and yet her voice was void of any of the hostility from their last encounter, having long since come to terms with the fact that whatever she had done to bind them was, sadly, irreversible.

serafina dubois

dig up her bones but leave the soul alone

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