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

LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU


Posted on April 06, 2017 by REGAN IZUMI
West

When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you
There has always been something between them. It is what convinced Regan to join Tetradore's pack in the first place. Right now though? Whatever that feeling is wont save him. Not this time. It's this nonchalance with the whole thing that almost sets her off. She wants to throttle him. Kill him and bring him back to life in order to kill him again. Who said he could die on her? Let alone when she's not around. How selfish can he be? Pretty damn selfish apparently. Not only did he die alone and away from her but now he is forbidding her from killing the one responsible?

Asshole.

The girls snarls inside his mind. A very predatory reaction to her intense dislike of his decision. She has half a mind to just ignore his wishes. It's not like she is without other means to discover who was behind his death. For a long moment she considers it. Really and truly considers breaking his order and having done with it. She would miss him though. For surely such a direct insubordination would see her exiled. Unconsciously her amethyst gaze falls and her top teeth begin to worry her bottom lip as she debates this outcome.

Damn him.

Regan ignores the sound of him moving around. Clear refusal to meet his gaze as she pouts petulantly at the floor. She doesn't like this or him at the particular moment. Her voice slides into his mind and the tone is every bit as pouty as she is."Fine." She doesn't have to like it though. The weight of his gaze and the press of his hands upon her hips causes a broken grumble to rise within her chest. His forehead bumps against her own and finally she lifts her gaze to stare into his emerald depths. "It's not fair." She mumbles into his mind before her head slides away from his and thumps against his chest. Tilting her head Regan listens to the reassuring rhythm of his heart. "You better not. No one will be able to stop me if there is a next time." The words are part warning and part threat.

Promise made.



"Thinks like this"



Regan

Valar Morghulis


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