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

i've spent most of my life


Posted on March 19, 2017 by henry tudor
West



While Henry might not understand the ins and outs of being a were, he knew somethings. He supposed what led him to this life was the bite he took on the hand so many months ago. Henry didn't have a clue that only humans could be turned. Truthfully, he didn't know much about any of the supernatural beings. He had been a human for so long, it was the only thing that he knew. He supposed he knew some about warlocks only because his boyfriend was one. But even then, his knowledge was limited.

When Tetradore asked if his boyfriend was alright, Henry sighed. "I hope so. I loaded him on an ambulance and came straight here. He was alive, dozing in and out of consciousness." Henry thought back to the blood bath and he couldn't help but feel a tear gather at the tip of his eye. "He tried to tell me...after my first shift, he tried to tell me who I was...but I didn't believe him." Part of Henry's problem was that he didn't remember anything that happened during his shifts. He supposed that if he could, he might have believed his boyfriend when he tried to tell him that something was very wrong.

Henry had already decided that he wasn't going home until he could control himself. Hurting others was something he knew he couldn't handle doing every again. However, Henry hadn't expected the orders that would come from such a decision. When Tetradore barked his orders, Henry looked up at him with a quizzical expression. "Right here? Under this lamppost?" His comment was a little snide, but still playful. Henry wasn't used to following orders. This would be new for him.

However, when he suggested they get inside so they could shift, Henry looked at him curiously. "Is anyone else around? I don't want to hurt anyone." And then it dawned on him that he didn't even know how to shift. "I don't even know how to shift." Every other time he shifted it had been involuntary and he had been an unwilling participant.

Henry followed the other into the abandoned warehouse, glad that no one was around. He wasn't sure how to control his shift â€" to get into his cat form or out of it. He supposed that would be one of his lessons eventually. He watched as the other began to strip down. He sighed as he began to undress, tossing his clothes haphazardly next to him.



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