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

learning how to react


Posted on March 28, 2017 by henry tudor
West



As Henry lay there, exposing himself to his alpha, there was very little he could do to control the actions his body was taking. While his consciousness was buried deep, he was still cognoscente of some of the things that were happening, despite his ability to truly control the body he was in. Even as Tetradore rubbed his face along his own, he felt the cat's instincts take over. It was a strange feeling, much like an out of body experience. He could see what was happening, but he was completely unable to do anything about it.

He could hear his name being called, but he was unable to answer. The only testament to the fact that he could hear Tetradore was the soft flick of his ears as he rolled back on his belly and looked up at him. There was a sense of recognition there, but Henry was unable to voice his words. He wasn't sure how. The cat's instincts were strong, almost too strong for him to fight.

However, Henry would not give up fighting. He kept trying to voice his acceptance, trying so hard to break through the barriers the cat had put up. His consciousness was growing tired from the mental strain. But soon, he was able to get a brief message across to his alpha. "The cat is too strong to fight..." and then silence. No more messages to Tetradore, just silence. The panther growled softly, communicating with the alpha in the only way it new how. Slowly, the cat rose on its limbs and began to explore the abandoned warehouse. What was he looking for? Only the cat knew.




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