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

catch my breath, no one can hold me back


Posted on May 07, 2017 by henry tudor
West



Henry tried his best to stick close. He was still having trouble coordinating his movements. The animal inside him was still fighting and Henry was trying so hard to control himself. As they finally left the safety of the warehouse building, Henry fought to keep up with Tetradore. His legs were note quite in unison. Before, it had been the animal controlling his movements and they had been fluid. But now, his gate was jerky and unsteady. Perhaps he was just trying too hard. But he had to try hard...he could not allow himself to lose control again. Now they were out in public. There were others around him...others that had no idea the danger that was so near.

But the longer they traveled, the easier walking became. His gate became more fluid, Henry finally getting control of walking with four legs and not two. The smells outside assaulted his senses. As they traveled through the neighboring bordering the forest, Henry could smell all the small dogs and cats. The animal was trying to set free again, to hunt. But Henry tried to remain in control. It was exhausting. He only hoped that one day it would get easy...one day he would not have to fight the instincts that overtook him. He hoped the animal side would be one with him as Tetradore said it would. He had to have some faith that he wasn't an absolute monster.

As the forest surrounded them, there was an entirely new assault of smells that enticed him: squirrels, birds, rabbits. Then the feline in front of him stops and Henry pauses in his tracks. Eyes look around at the forest and he cannot help but think of fitting it was that he was in this vastness alone. Sure, he wasn't technically alone, but he sure felt alone. He wanted to share every aspect of his life with Sterling and yet...he was so scared to share this part of him again.

He was overcome with grief as his thoughts overtook his consciousness. He hardly saw the way the other panther got into pounce position. So naturally, when the other's form came crashing into his, he growled lightly in surprise as he felt to the ground. Standing, he shook the dirt off his coat. He wasn't sure playing was the best idea. Rather, he didn't feel like playing was appropriate. How could he possibly play when he felt so responsible for what he had done to Sterling just days before. It didn't feel right to him.

And yet, despite his feelings on the matter, he knew that Tetradore was doing him a favor by trying to teach him about his animal half. He supposed the lesson here was to try to show him that being a panther could be so much more than danger and heartbreak. He was trying to show him that being a panther could be something praiseworthy. Despite not feeling playful at all, he crouched down, allowing his tail to flick back and forth before he took off after the other, chasing him through the forest.




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