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 11, 2017 by REGAN IZUMI
West

When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you
Regan never would have thought that she'd enjoy prolonged physical contact with another person. But she does. She feels oddly at ease within his arms embrace. Eyes slide shut and the girl simply allows the rhythmic beat of his heart to echo inside her. The thought of his chest being silent so at odds with how she perceives him. He is this being that exudes strength -- with brilliant emerald eyes gleaming with life. She is glad she didn't have to witness the light leave his amazing eyes.

A smile quirks the corners of her lush lips at the sound of his chuckle. She enjoys the rumble in his chest as it bounces her cheek. A soft giggle whispers into his mind at the pet name. For she considers it sweet, this addition of my. However, there will always be a part of her that rankles at the idea of belonging to someone else. She was a possession for far too long. Regan nuzzles her nose against his clavicle in a very feline gesture when he accepts her terms. Of course she would kill them all. They both would expect and accept nothing less. Still slightly petulant she mutters "Good."

The girl senses his gaze on her and she tilts her head back to look at him. Amethyst eyes meet emerald just as his question slides into her mind. What would make her feel better? She honestly doesn't know. Regan has never had someone offer to placate her feelings before. Humming silently she ponders this new development. She isn't into material possessions. She spends too much time in tiger form anyway. New knives maybe? Then it hits her. Her eyes lighting up almost as if they were the proverbial light-bulb over her head. "Well..." She grins wickedly. "There's this sword..."






"Thinks like this"



Regan

Valar Morghulis


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