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 April 09, 2016 by serafina dubois
West
kissing death and loosing my breath

To be frank, the words of encouragement that echoed within her skull were hardly expected in any fashion, much less the way in which the canine nuzzled her maw further into the young witch's thigh. For but a brief, fleeting moment, a cautious sort of inquisitiveness filled the girl's stormy gaze before replaced with an almost rare glimpse of....affection? A small simper blossomed across her features, twitching her sweet heart lips upwards ever so slightly. "Yes, I think it will turn out great. We just need a bit of elbow grease and some magic. It's too bad I can't make brooms dance like Merlin. It'd be done in a jiffy." A small laugh passed through her lips at the mention of the pop culture movie, yet another allude to the magical world that they had gotten drastically incorrect. She shook off the thought, though, reaching up to pull her long, dark locks into a ponytail and away from her face. She did have a lot of work to do to get things functional again to meet her self imposed deadline and unfortunately her magical affinities would only take her so far.

She moved towards the pieces of furniture that she'd had brought in, show cases with their protective glass fronts and large ominous bookshelves that currently remained dusty and entirely empty. She grabbed a paper towel from one of her boxes, spraying it with some solution as she glanced behind her to inquire of the state of her companion's rocky relationship. The girl was entirely oblivious to the fashion at which the wolf's ears pinned to her skull, instead occupying herself with cleaning every ounce of dust from the first of several shelves that would eventually line her store. Her head bobbed in approval at the wolf's cautious admittance that they were in fact doing quite well, the witch moving from one shelf to the next as she listened to the explanation Raven had been given about that last situation the witch had been told of. "I bet that was nice." She commented off handedly, tossing her paper towel and cleaning solution only to glance at the shelving unit with her hands positioned firmly on her hips. "I'm glad to hear everything worked out between you two."

Serafina paused for a moment at the sound of Raven's inquiry, a small shrug on her shoulders as her stormy gaze critically eyed the shelves. Yes, over there would do nicely. She moved towards the side of the unit, latching her slender fingers around the edge as she begun to tug the heavy shelves towards the wall. "Oh, you know...." She commented in the process, "Not like a hunter and a witch are really bound to be together anyways." Well. She was being realistic, right? It was better to expect the worst and be pleasantly surprised. Such was a lesson the girl had learned quite early on in her life. "I think he's going to swing by on Thursday....to go like...mudding or something. Swamping? Is that a word? I feel like it should be. By the sound of it, I'll be trekking through something anyways." There was a sigh as she stood up, glancing at the distance she'd made versus where she still had to go. "Men are ridiculous, at least yours knowns how to treat a lady....kinda. Anyways mind helping me move this over there?" She gestured with a flick of her wrist to where she wanted it to go. "At least one of us can play Merlin."

serafina dubois

dig up her bones but leave the soul alone

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