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

something wicked this way comes


Posted on May 29, 2016 by serafina dubois
West
kissing death and loosing my breath

The witch remained altogether silent at the canine's insistence that she tried to gain the trust of her pack no matter the cost that it took. She hardly voiced the simple fact that she had a run in with both men prior to the incident at the Ark. Such times surely would have affected their own continued outlook on her. Despite her insistence that her boyfriend would be rather easy to win over, Serafina was somehow doubtful of such. After all, he had tried to attack her once. Yeah. She hadn't forgotten that and she doubted the were-cat had either regardless of whatever efforts that Raven had intended to make to smooth things over. Still she remained relatively silent on such entanglements with them, offering the canine little more than a soft "Mmm." sound as the duo got into the vehicle. In fact, even if it still dwelled on the young woman's mind she remained relatively quiet throughout the car ride, not one for pointless chit chat and instead let the music from the radio fill the silence that, to Serafina, comfortably existed between the pair. She was peculiarly content with the lupine's presence. It was a rarity for sure.

Nevertheless, the car ride soon came to an end as they drove up to her townhouse, the young witch setting the car to park in the driveway. She paused long enough to press the button on the keys to open the trunk before hopping up the stairs and crossing the threshold into her home. She was so intent upon her goal of fetching the boxes that still littered her home from her store's move that she was entirely oblivious to the shadowy creatures that lurked in the corners of her home, their hands out reaching and their ghastly voices clearly desiring to be heard. She was already in the living room when she heard the first woof of the creature's voice though Serafina hardly bothered to even glance up, figuring the wolf had found something of interest rather than taking it for the warning that it was. In fact, it wasn't until the peculiar colored wolf pressed her mind against the witch's that she bothered to look up from the boxes she was moving, her eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly as her stormy colored gaze settled upon Raven. "What's wrong?" She inquired, quizzically, watching the way the dog's tail slowly began to fall. Something was wrong.

Her eyebrows raised ever so slightly as the wolf pulled back her lips, displaying the sharp, pointed teeth that lined her mouth. "Raven?" She inquired, stepping around her boxes. "What are you doing?" Serafina asked, slowly stepping back with every forward step that Raven made. She knew the wolf well enough to know that this was entirely abnormal. Her eyes darted around the room, a small frown pressing into her lips. She stilled from her retreat from the wolf, suddenly noticing the presence of something else. "Fuck." The curse left her lips softly as they slowly began to materialize despite their still transparent forms. She could make them out now. All of them. Faces she didn't know, people she'd never met. Some looked peaceful, some still maintained the damage from their death....and then, there were the wolves. Her gaze darted back towards her still flesh and blood canine, her gaze shifting to the ghastly figures that followed in Raven's path. Everyone had ghosts attached to them in some way or another - a loved one, a mother or father, or, in rare cases, creatures such as these. There were long gashes in their figures, one of the wolve's heads nearly dangled at an awkward angle and yet they mirrored every step of Raven's footfall - the ghost of her own familiar's distant past.

"Raven. Raven stop. This isn't you." She uttered abruptly, the horrific scene entirely reminding her of that fateful night she had discovered her ability to commune to the dead. Her own mentor was nowhere to be found. He'd been startlingly absent lately and briefly she hated that she hadn't noticed sooner, now when she could have used his help. Serafina turned on her heels, instead rushing towards the kitchen, looking vainly for anything that could help her. What sort of potion did you brew to stop the undead?!

serafina dubois

dig up her bones but leave the soul alone

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