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

From the gates of Hell (Raven)


Posted on July 18, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


I never thought I would see the city limits sign of Sacrosanct ever again. It feels like just yesterday that I came to this place and met the people who became so dear to me. Raven, the first Were to befriend me and show me understanding. Tobias, the strange boy who thought me a cuddly teddy bear to put in his lap and steal things with him. Tetradore, the regal panther who frankly scares the hell out of me. Alexander, the hunter of old who became a good boss and dare I say amazing lover? I thought I was ready to stay here and keep learning, but that night will forever be imprinted in my mind, the night that drove me from here.

I try to push the thoughts from my mind, not wanting them to bring me down on this day. I don't have any singular reason to come back, but this place has become the closest thing to home I know. Even if I don't have a real place to call my own, I have the places where I feel safe. Most assuredly it was in Alexander's arms but do I even have a spot there anymore? I don't dare to venture to him just yet. I chew at my bottom lip as I walk through the woods that used to haunt and protect me. The place where I met Raven and Calliel, where I met Frost for the first time and where Raven taught me the beginnings of how to fight. I recall our last meeting here, where she accused me of betrayal. I didn't think she would listen to me and a part of me didn't want her forgiveness. I thought it better if she never spoke to me again. At least then she would be out of Frost's clutches.

But now my arms tighten with slender muscles, the bow and arrow from my powers at my beck and call if only I twitch my wrist in a certain way. I am my own master and no one will take that from me, not even a war horse with an ego. I have some things to speak to Raven about myself so when I pick up a slight whiff of her scent in the woods, I turn toward it instead of away. I let out a deep sigh as I round the corner, knowing she'll be there somewhere. She might be enveloped in her darkness but I can feel her presence, my senses tingling with her scent. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ears and clear my throat though I'm already sure she knows I'm here. She probably heard me coming since I wasn't trying to sneak.

"Raven, we need to talk. That is, if our friendship ever meant anything to you as it did to me." The words choke up a little near the end, emotion threatening even though my face has hardened a little over the time I've been gone. My eyes are more haunted now, perhaps more of a mirror image for Raven herself. I've seen the haunted look in her eyes more than once when we first met, mostly when she thought of or spoke of her past. I don't even bother to look around, knowing she won't be seen until she wants to be. Instead I gaze at the tree across the clearing, waiting for the air to change.



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