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

Broken but Saved (Nadya)


Posted on July 18, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


Darkened alleyways used to scare me but not anymore. I've spent too much time running down them and this time in pursuit of others instead of running from them. I've been through the darkness of the forest and in the light of day, both scared for my life and tired of running. The image of my father's shocked face when he first saw me on that terrifying night still haunts me but never again will I see it past in my thoughts and dreams. I try to brush the thoughts away, not wanting to dwell on them more than I am already forced to in my nightmares. Sleep is a new commodity for me, something that used to be so easy and now has become a rare thing in itself. Shadows lie deep beneath my eyes and the timid fear that used to rest in their blue depths is gone, replaced by something darker.

My steps forward under the dim streetlights are no longer hesitant but sure and steady. I do not care if I make noise, piercing blue darting from any signs of cover, fingers curling and uncurling in rhythm, waiting for the cue. And yet the laughter of drunkards in the distance does not make me quiver or jump. Instead I merely glance in that direction before I keep walking. I know there are others that lie in wait on a night like tonight but the air is clear and I've eaten this time so my aim should be true. I managed to steal a nice pork roast and some potatoes from a young couple's oven while they were watching tv in the next room. My sneaking skill have only improved with time.

I know not what the morning may bring but I know that I will survive another night. I'll make sure of it. A dark shadow passes by and I'm on guard, fingers twitching as I slow my steps. The laughter sounds off but closer this time. I slowly turn, gaze falling on a large cat, something I thought I'd never see again but I know it's not the intimidating posture of Tetradore I'm seeing. I'd know that scent anywhere. My lips twinge. "Hello, Nadya."



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