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

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Posted on January 11, 2017 by serafina dubois
West


A small simper crossed the young girl's features as she watched the lupine quite literally throw herself in the air to catch that falling tennis ball. It was rare to see the girl so utterly carefree, at least, not to this point. Like this, it seemed as if all those thoughts and tainted memories that so usually weighed upon the woman she knew as her familiar had somehow disappeared altogether. Where as Serafina still dwelled on the rats and the ghosts that occupied her home, Raven seemed to have forgotten of such woes entirely. In that aspect, perhaps, the young girl had to admit there was but a hint of jealousy within her. What she wouldn't have given to be free like that...still, she supposed those life experiences had made her who she was today. It was this that she mused upon as Raven rushed back to her with her ball in mouth. Gingerly, she took the tennis ball from the woman, commenting that this would be her last throw before she sent the wolverine back to where she belonged - at her home in the Ark. Though the two were connected, somehow, she knew that whatever change had occurred within the girl was something she was unable to fix. She belonged with them - with her kind.

Regardless, Serafina took the ball within her fingertips, reaching up into the air under the guise as if she was going to throw it yet again for the wolf. She watched as Raven lunged forward, clearly intending to hunt it down again only to find nothing but empty air greeting her. A soft and altogether rare giggle left Serafina's lips as she watched Raven turn on her heels, quite literally crying at her for her inability to so find that ball. Serafina squeaked it within her fingers, letting the wolf see that it was perfectly safe. She reached up, tossing the ball in the air for her companion, letting the woman simply run with the same fervor she had before. She watched as Raven dashed towards the ball with a full on sprint, catching it with the same determined ease she had before. What she didn't expect, however, was the way in which Raven turned on her heels, the girl rushing with the same headlong speed back towards her. Serafina's eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly and tentatively, the young woman took a step back, entirely unsure of what the wolf was intending to do. What she was sure of though, was that she was fairly certain she was not going to like this.

"Woah, woah, Raven..." She spoke, backing up ever so slightly in the sand and yet, it was hardly enough to coax the wolf to stop. Rather, she kept running, her body slamming quite literally into the witch. Serafina's balance was toppled, the girl falling into the sand with the wolf quite literally on top of her. That ball landed upon her chest and yet, she hardly had a moment to react before Raven's tongue was licking her cheeks and face. "Ah...ew..gross. RAVEN GET OFF." The witch cried, using her hands as best as she could to push the wolf away from her and, indeed, off of her. It took some effort before she was able to push the wolf to the side, the girl immediately squirming out beneath her to let the ball fall covered in the sand. "Ughhh." She groaned as she pulled herself to her feet, attempting to dust that sand off her face and yet, really, it was quite a futile effort. It was in her hand, on her clothes, in her shoes! This was so not what she had expected.

A soft huff left her lips as she looked at the wolf and yet, rather then scolding her, Serafina merely bent down to pick up that ball. It was time, she supposed to get her affairs in order. Her house needed to be cleansed, hell, she could so use a shower, and she needed to get Raven back home safe and sound. "Come on." She uttered softly as she made her way through the sand and back towards the comforting feel of the pier beneath her feet. Serafina led the way, unquestioningly, towards that big boat, glancing down at her companion only once she'd reached the entrance. "Well....go one." She stated simply, glancing down at the wolf. She lightly tossed the ball inside, clearly intending for it to the the object needed to so coax the wolverine back to where she surely should be.

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