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

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Posted on March 25, 2016 by Ivy Grendal
West
A sudden gust of wind slightly stronger than the cool breeze Ivy had gotten used to brushes past the girl, causing goosebumps to rise along her pale arms. She brushes it off, it's not like a slight difference in temperature is unusual for a spring morning such as this. Although, it is enough to pull her from her wandering thoughts a bit and she takes a look around. Has the number of people on the dirty street decreased? No, that's impossible. Ivy quickens her pace a bit, the sooner she can make it back to her apartment, the better. Her gut has twisted, this doesn't feel right. The few people far ahead don't appear too suspicious, so she sneaks a quick glance over her shoulder. A one or two seemingly normal people stroll along, but it's a large black canine that catches her eye, a wolf. Are the pedestrians avoiding the wolf? Her head is facing forward once more, pondering whether or not to take another route when loud shouts reverberate through her pointed ears.

Immediately, alarm sets in. Ivy spins to face the canine, her first assumption being that it was the one causing trouble. Boy was she wrong. The girl follows the wolf with her eyes as it leaps away, snarling. The shouts continue, Ivy soon recognizes the source as her head spins to face an alleyway to her left. Great, just her luck, dark hunters catching her off guard when she has little more than her developing power to protect her. From their shouts, Ivy gathers that not only are they coming for her, but the wolf as well. But why? That's when it dawns on her, the wolf can't be any normal wolf, but must be a werewolf instead. A smart one, too, considering it must be long gone by now.

She searches for a plant, it's probably her best bet as the hunters draw closer. All she spots is a struggling moonbeam climbing vine attached to a crumbling building's wall, but it's too far and using the landscaping plant against the attackers would take too much time. Just as Ivy is preparing to run for as long as it takes, quickly deciding she doesn't stand a chance fighting two hunters alone with so little protection, a dark fog surrounds her lithe form. It startles the fairy and she makes a move to escape, believing the cloud is somehow the work of her opponents, until she lays eyes upon a familiar canine figure. The werewolf is protecting her? How strange, Ivy fully expected to be abandoned by the other supernatural creature. Of course, she appreciates the help given as the shadowy shield is surely the reason Ivy remains completely unscathed after bullets whiz past. Before she can react, the amateur hunters crash into a wall and are knocked unconscious. What just happened? Ivy's mind is reeling, partially due to shock. Did the werewolf do that?

"You okay? You didn't get hit did you?" The wolf's feminine voice echos through her mind as it, or she, cocks her head sideways at the fairy.

Ivy struggles for the right words for a moment, everything happened so fast, "I'm fine," she replies, shaking her head, "I'm just... Did you just do all that? I mean, thanks. Really. My name's Ivy." The fairy flashes the canine a genuine smile, but she still feels a tad wary. After all, strangers can never be trusted.

The girl didn't want to admit it, but without the werewolf's aid she probably would have had a lot more trouble. Seeing as the hunters are merely out temporarily, Ivy uses the new found time to begin snaking a handful of vines from the moonbeam plant towards limp limbs. Perhaps they can provide temporary handcuffs and restraints while the supernaturals can escape.

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