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

they want to make me their queen


Posted on April 03, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree Bint Bahar


Was the "Were-scene" truly so bereft excitement and stimulation that the sole amusement for this portion of his evening was dedicated to being her own personal nuisance? Were there really, really, no more emergent matters for a Were Alpha these days than slap-fighting rival Alphas and forcing others to suffer the sight of their douchy haircuts? Shit, apparently she wasn't missing a goddamn thing perpetrating her existance outside of that cutsie little pack-life bubble. Why it seemed so attractive an alternative to living life for oneself was beyond and below her. "Fuck off, Frost," she quips, so even a tone that she nearly took to sighing her response to his demand for her silence. "I imagine if you did a fair bit more thinking you'd do a lot less talking. And yes, I do believe it's entirely possible that that fool of a leopard stole something from you."

His tale of woe is blessedly short, and for a too-long moment the young Egyptian contemplates the acidic words that boil and froth upon her tongue... a rare courtesy, though he may not have thought it so. "Dare I ask what this precious thing is?" The inquiry is made not out of any genuine care for the item itself or the blonde's lamentation over its continued loss; more, it is merely a topic of discussion until she may be rid of him. However long that was going to take. Which, if any assumption was to be pilfered from his continued interest in her reptilian form, was going to be quite a while.

Askaree had grown accustomed to the spectrum of awe so many seemed taken by when learning of her particular species, a non-mammalian Were quite the oddity in a world seemingly overrun with felines, their canine counterparts, and myriad other fuzzy cuddlies. She, however, having been turned at merely a month old, had come of age in an aquatic world the soveriegns of which were those of armored flesh and barbarous teeth, the scaled leviathans worshiped for thousands of years. It had been this, undoubtedly, that had molded her, shaped and carved her into the creature, flesh and scale, that stood before her blonde companion. And so it was of absolutely no surprise that he lingered a time in quiet contemplation of this newfound knowledge. What was of some small modicum of surprise to her was the invitation that follows his mental musing.

A perfectly-manicured brow arcs subtly at the invitation, though her eyes maintain a forward baring as do his. He would not appeal to whatever presumed sense of predatory "hunger" he believed she might cave to so easily, nor would he treat her as some tool to be used to accomplish whatever trivial business he need tend to. "Depends. If you can stop being such a fucking patronizing twit I might be inclined to help you. Now, what is this business you're tending to?"



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