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

i know why the caged bird sings


Posted on May 14, 2017 by pan
West
p.a.n.
Second star to the left, and straight on til' morning

Pan had no idea what he would find around the corner, but the eager boy wanted nothing more than to find his next great adventure. C'mon... you scared or something? He called his challenge toward the darkness, but still, nothing emerged. A clattering sound grew louder though, like metallic thunder during a hot summer storm. For a few more moments, the boy waited to see if the noisemaker would appear, but it started to become clear that it wouldn't. Maybe it was just a piece of machinery, clattering to build in the warehouse district (but he doubted it). With a sigh, he crept closer, grey eyes wide with curiosity as he peeked around the corner.

What Pan saw next was more surprising than even his imagination could predict. Ahead was a large iron cage, rusted along the edges to a bloody shade of red, and inside it was the biggest wolf he'd ever seen. Mind you, Pan couldn't remember what had happened to him recently, so he wasn't sure that he'd seen a wolf before... but this one seemed strange and out of place in the concrete playground. The river otter Oliver, who had previously been peeking out the top of Pan's faded navy blue backpack, shivered at the sight and burrowed deeper into the satchel with an indignant sort of chirp. Instinct told the creature to be afraid of the snarling wolf... but for all the caution Pan's furry friend displayed, the fairy boy was far too entranced to worry about fear.

There is a tickle of warning at the base of his skull, which he ignores as he creeps closer to the wolf. Something in her calls to him, tears stinging at the back of his eyes as he takes in the enormity of her cage. Nothing deserved to be locked away, in Pan's eyes... nothing. More than anything in that moment, he knew he had to free her. Hush now... it's alright. I'm gonna get you out of here. But we have to be quiet, or we might wake the pirates. For even the optimistic boy knew that not everything here was kind. He'd spent enough time in Sacrosanct already fighting for scraps of food and watching drunken brawlers gamble away the last of their treasures for little more than another bottle of booze. Those types were a far cry from the innocent boy, with a heart too big and eyes bright with hope. Given the chance, they'd certainly chew him up and spit him out again.

He walked around the cage, inspecting the whole thing before leaping an impressive flying leap onto the top of the cage, pulling at the iron and grumbling when it didn't budge. Guess the lock would have to do. Soundlessly, the boy returned to the ground, rifling through his bag and drawing out a thin piece of copper wire. Thrusting it into the lock, he began to twist it this way and that, until the tumblers formed a pattern, and the lock sprung free.

Pan pulls the rusted door open, wincing at the loud creak it made, wondering if it was enough to wake this whole place. Go, get out of here before they find you! He offered a soft smile to the nervous wolf, wanting nothing more than to run his child hands through the thick and luxurious fur... but it was clear that the West wasn't safe for her (and it probably wasn't safe for him either). Still, he wanted to know more about the strange creature, so out of place in this industrial land.


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