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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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

living like we're renegades


Posted on March 17, 2016 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West
long live the pioneers
rebels and mutineers

The place lit up like a Christmas tree when night fell and the shadows deepened ever darker, sparkling lights beginning to glint off the murky water below. A light flicked on over a steel door and a man exited, positioning himself atop a rickety stool, settling himself on it with a magazine in a way that said it was something he did nightly. People and other creatures came and went here and there all under his scrutinizing gaze, but he seemed to get little trouble for his efforts nor did he cause any as time went on. None of them noticed the icy blue eyes that looked out from the brush set in the beautifully deadly face of snow leopard that waited with practiced patience of her species. Around her neck a brown satchel hung like an odd necklace, inside were stashed a few essentials and a set of clothes should she need it though if all went according to plan she would not be walking on two legs tonight. Like most shifters she was entirely comfortable being in her bare skin as a human, but she preferred to be prepared just in case.

After a few more moments her large form stalked from the brush, silent despite her size as she approached the front entrance. The closer she got her eyes turned upward toward the towering freighter, unlike anything she had seen before and it made the task before her seem a bit more daunting that she had expected. As far as she could tell the only way into the docked boat was the single door at the base and she assumed that would be the only way out as well. Her wide eyes flicked upwards at the deck that rose above everything; obviously there were exits to the outside up there but no way to the ground below once there. A loud, rumbling sigh left her; she was getting too far ahead of herself now. This was purely a test run to gather intel using the information she had been given from the charts and schematics that littered her small kitchen table. Frost wouldn't have given her the job, paying her what he is if it was going to be easy.

She knew little of the place save for what she heard on the street. Almost everything illegal happened within along with the fighting pits, which she had to admit she was eager to see. As she finally approached the entrance to the Ark which sat in the shadow of the hulking cargo ship her muscles tensed instinctually, the stress of entering a new and unknown situation evident to anyone who might care to notice though most usually gave her a wide berth when shifted like this. Big cats had that effect on people. Finally the warm glow of the singular light over the door colored her snowy and patched coat as she looked up into the eyes of the doorman. He let his dark gaze pass over her with little of the interest or surprise others typically showed, he had probably seen it all working here she assumed. For a moment as his dark eyes passed over her she felt a cold chill run up her spine and then it was gone with a nod from him and she was allowed inside.

With a shake of her large head she padded inside. Her bright eyes roved the narrow corridors constantly, taking in only those bits of information that would be useful. It was easy enough to find the fighting pits, she simply had to follow the droves of people that were all heading one direction. She clung to the walls of the ship and the shadows that wrapped her form like old friends. Stealth was her element and it was a comfort to shroud herself in their cover as the crowds grew until the hallway opened up to a large open room. For a moment she paused, one large paw raised as she took in the sudden change and the crowds that flooded her ears with scents and smells. With practice she pushed them all out of her mind, trying to focus on the details as she moved around the outer edges of the room.

Her stealth was the key to why, exactly, she is so good at what she does; her only power and possibly the only reason she had survived after her change. While not truly invisibly she had the uncanny ability to go unnoticed if she so wished as she did now. Her long tail flicked slowly behind her as she paced the outside of the balcony which overlooked the pit below giving the Ark its signature attraction, brilliant blue eyes falling over each individual in turn looking for one thing in particular before moving on. An wolf carved of silver, plain overall but seemingly of great importance to some out there. Her concentration was broken only as a roar went up from the crowd indicating, she assumed, that something she couldn't see was going on below, at least with not so many pairs of legs blocking her view. Instinctively she stepped forward, losing her concentration and her stealth momentarily as she tried to catch a glimpse of what was happening.

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