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 March 21, 2017 by henry tudor
West



The panther could do nothing but allow the feral side of him to take over. Henry was not strong enough to overpower the instincts and that was precisely what was giving him so much trouble. Even as Tetradore growled softly at him in return, trying to pull him from his feral instincts, Henry could do nothing but begin to charge the other, challenging him for this place. This was his territory and Tetradore was not welcomed in it.

The green-eyes jaguar was trying to pounce on him, but Henry was trying everything in his power not to have his ass handed to him. He was fighting the shifting, fighting the human side of him trying to peek through. The cat was willing and he felt bad for anyone that stepped in front of him to try and stop him. This was why he was so scared to shift â€" this is how people got hurt. This is how Sterling had gotten hurt.

In an instant, claws met with flesh, cutting through the skin from his back down through his rib cage. The blue-eyed cat growled as pain overcame him. But the feral cat that had overtaken him simply got more pissed off. Teeth were shown as his attempts to attack Tetradore were increased in frequency.

It was then that the other male's teeth encompassed his neck, holding him down metaphorically despite the thrashing that Henry was doing to get the male off of him. But the more he thrashed, the stronger Tetradore's grip became. And after several long minutes of fighting the hold that had him, Henry started to soften and relax. The cat was given up. And just as soon as Tetradore released his grip, Henry felt himself roll back on his back, exposing his belly to Tetradore.




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