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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on April 14, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.


A small glimpse of amusement crossed his features at that sound of near musical laughter that so entered his thoughts. It was rare, truly, to see a side of her not marred by the past that had so afflicted her. He enjoyed those simple moments like this, when the weight of it all finally fell from her shoulders. There was little doubt that, in a way, the man was quite possessive of her, in the same manner that he was of any creature of his pack. They were his to protect, his to look after, his to ensure their happiness. It was a role the Alpha took quite seriously, even if the man was wholly oblivious of the fashion part of her bristled at the idea. He knew but bits and pieces of her life and certainly hadn't accounted for that fact that she, and once like him, had been regarded as little more than mere possessions. Still, the man only continued, ensuring she was well aware that, should his death ever occur again, the man not only provided permission but too expected her to take revenge when he could not. For now, however, his focus was settled wholly on settling that anger that roared within her, so prompting his inquiry of what might make her feel better.

His emerald eyes briefly met the dark amethyst ones of her own as she so considered that offer he'd placed before her. He was hardly surprised by the way she seemed so taken back by that notion, much less the time it took before those dark purple eyes stared up at him with a hint of renewed anticipation. Slowly, his eyebrows rose, simply waiting as those thoughts so entered his own mind, coupled with that woman's esstatic grin. "A sword?" He inquired with a hint of confusion, he'd hardly anticipated that. "All right...we can go buy you a sword...was there one you had in mind somewhere?" Tetradore inquired, entirely unaware of exactly what he was getting himself into.

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