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 December 18, 2016 by serafina dubois
West


Serafina was entirely hopeful that, perhaps, simply being within the neighborhood of the general west side might be enough to so coax that sense of familiarity within the feral lupine. Instincts were, she knew, a particularly strong thing. Perhaps instincts alone might make it easier to so return Raven not only to where she belonged but also the state in which she should have been. Still, she hadn't anticipated the way in which Raven had so gleefully leapt from the vehicle, moving around that car only to nudge herself into Serafina's leg, clearly wanting something. Her eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly, her head tilting slowly to the side, "All right, all right. Let's go." She muttered, more to herself then the canine at her side. After all, she knew well enough by this point that the girl was entirely talking to herself. She pressed the button on her keys, her car beeping to declare it was locked and safe, not that she was terribly concerned in the first place. With the Western area under Raven's pack control, crime rate was hardly as high as to be expected in such a particularly sketchy part of town.

Nevertheless, Serafina followed the wolf as best as she could until Raven simply settled at her side. A small shrug crossed her shoulders as she continued forward, simply trusting Raven's shoulder into her leg to guide her when the wolf so declared she was 'going the wrong way'. She had a slight notion of where they were going. Or rather, she hoped she knew where they were going. She had visited the Ark before on the night that Raven had been so wounded, assisting in the girl's recovery to the best of her ability. She could even see the giant cargo ship looming in the distance as they continued down that wooden pier. Her own gaze shifted, taking in the sights and the individuals that surrounded her. After all, Serafina had never been here before in the daytime, it was an entirely different experience then the one she had wandering through the cargo boxes with her head splitting in pain. This was still hardly ideal but....it was different.

It was that nudge at her side that caused Serafina's attention to refocus, entirely caught off guard that it wasn't quite the Ark she was being taken to but instead, Raven was leading her onto the seashore. Her eyebrows furrowed and yet, the wolverine seemed ecstatic enough that she hardly questioned it much. Instead, she slipped off her shoes and socks, holding them in one hand as she followed Raven onto the sand, all too willing to simply exist upon the beach, listening to her own element crash upon the shore just feet from her. Her attention momentarily drifted to the ocean, to those rolling waves and coaxing horizons before a sharp bark pulled her from her idle daydreams. A small simper crossed her features as Raven lowered her body to the ground in a clear desire to play. Very well. Serafina pulled a tennis ball from her pocket, one in which she'd purchased at the shop before. She squeezed it, letting it squeak a few times before pulling her arm back and tossing it with everything she had. Serafina was hardly concerned of how far it went, after all, this area of the beach wasn't too crowded and she suspected her companion would have fun with the simple act of running.

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