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

distance was a friend of mine


Posted on March 17, 2017 by henry tudor
West



Henry sat upon the crate, wondering if this had all been a mistake. Should he have stayed with Sterling and waited until he finally awoke? Should he have come to here sooner? He couldn't be sure much of anything. He hated the fact that he had put his boyfriend through this hell. One thing was for certain: he would not be returning until he was able to control his shifts and what he did during them. He didn't want to hurt anyone anymore.

He sighed as he looked around, almost at the point where he would find somewhere to crash for the night. He had forgotten the discussion he had with the mysterious man â€" already forgetting where he said that he could be found. All he knew was that this district were well known for their were population...so it made sense that he would be able to find the man here.

When someone came up beside him, he shot a glance up as his eyes rested on the one person he was looking for. How the fuck did he find him? "How did you find me?" He had been pushing aside his roots with so much force that he had blocked any way of locating the man before him. Perhaps if he had listened when all this came about, then maybe his search would have been far more successful.

He did not miss the fact that the man knew he looked like shit. He felt like shit. He felt like he had been hit by a train. His body still ached from the shift and his heart was breaking more than anything. "I hurt someone I love." His voice was cracking as he tried to speak the words. He sighed. "I don't want to hurt anyone anymore..." This was Henry asking for help.



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