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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on March 26, 2016 by Raven Clocksworth
West
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

Blue-grey eyes wandered over to all the luggage that Nadya had brought over. Each bag carrying dozens of items, clothes, and other such things that belonged to Nadya. When she moved into the Ark all she had to her name were a few items of clothes, a favored beaten up book, and the sack Tobias gave her permission to sleep on the first time they met. These were who things she kept, things she could carry, and thankfully Tobias' bedroom already had some of the necessary things one needed in order to have a decent bedroom. Over time she bought herself a few more articles of clothing, books, but most of the money just went into savings. There wasn't much she wanted, she wasn't a material girl by any means necessary. She couldn't phantom having as many things as Nadya. Quietly she watched her get the curtains settled on the rod and placed over the window listening to the girl condemn the activities going on in the Ark. With a frown she shrugged her shoulders coolly telling the girl just what she thought of Nadya's business.


"I didn't like it either, but I've gotten used to it. I even participated a few times and it actually felt good, to just release the other half. As for your business I do not like it or see it any better than his. Both of you are in the business of vices, not virtues."


Nadya was not above Tetradore or Tobias. Whether Nadya approved of her brother's business did not matter, but Raven wanted to make it clear that Nadya's business was nowhere near better than her brother's. Both of them had a business that wasn't appropriate, both of them had something they built and could be proud about. Both of them had something to claim as their own. If anything she should be supportive of her Brother. She never heard him speak his thoughts about her choice of business. Why Nadya had to complain about it, she did not know, but Raven didn't want to hear much more about it. Before Tetradore took over the Ark it was already a place to fight and if he wanted to continue that structure then so be it.


While Nadya nitpicked the room she was given Raven's eyes shifted away as she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. While Nadya requested some dusting rags, Raven made eye contact with the Were staff walker that was walking towards her. Leaning her head slightly she listened to him speak, addressing an issue about the events that would go on tonight. The staff member was a Falcon, and the former owner of the Ark had torn out his eye as punishment for making a minor mistake, and the two silently and easily understood one another. Although for some reason Tobias didn't like him at all â€" perhaps it was the whole 'cat and bird' thing. Softly she mumbled a request after murmuring a solution to his problem, her head turning back to look at Nadya. With a soft nod she allowed her eyes to scan the room once more, noticing that the place did indeed have some dust. With a soft chuckle she provided the girl an alternative that she was lucky she didn't have to deal with.


"You're lucky it doesn't smell like rotting food â€" she ate quite a lot. I am sure in no time the bear scent will be gone and yours will replace it."


The tall-chestnut haired man would come back with a bucket full of various cleaning supplies. With a soft smile she took it from him and placed it on the ground using her telekinesis to push it into Nadya's room. It was not her intention to trespass, but perhaps Nayda would be happy with the cleaning supplies that would surely answer to any other issues or concerns she had with the room. She would look back at the various luggage that was sprawled all around the place. The need for more room for her things led to a different issue as the canine pondered over what solution she could come up with. There were some quarters that had furniture that was being unused and it wouldn't take much effort to move them. With a shrug she provided the girl a solution to her dilemma although she wondered why the girl was so very...materialistic. The werewolf hadn't experienced a lot of 'ownership' in her lifetime, the few clothes and trinkets she had in her room wasn't much, but they meant a lot and she doubted she needed anything else.


"We could get you a wardrobe? Maybe a larger dresser than the one you have. I'm not quite sure why you need all these clothes? I don't even think I have a quarter of the amount you have."


It was not difficult to detect the sadness in Nadya's voice in regards to Tetradore's lack of appearance. As much as Raven knew, they were siblings and she wouldn't put it past Tetradore to do anything for his Sister at the cost of herself and Tobias. If she knew where the green-eyed man was she would have told him his Sister was around and kindly suggested he get a move on it and get to her. But she didn't know his whereabouts and she wasn't sure if he would appreciate her mentally asking him to come right now. Whatever it was he was doing she hoped he be done soon to at least be here. With a heavy sigh she gave the girl a sad smile expressing a bit of encouragement in her voice.


"He doesn't really tell me when he comes or goes, I don't think it's my place, but he'll be back later tonight. I'm sure he would rather be here helping you."


Raven Clocksworth.
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