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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on May 14, 2017 by Raven Clocksworth
West
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

She could hear someone out there yelling and she growled softly, annoyed. Oh how she detested being held within a cage. With a huff she began to walk around the cage, pacing as her damaged mind began to twist and turn. Being within this cage reminded the feral creature of those darker times when she wore chains and kept in a similar cage such as this. If only the spotted cat or the large black cat were here then perhaps she wouldn't be stuck in here. It was the sound of someone walking up loading dock that caught her attention. Her thick fur began to rise up in a threatening manner, blue-grey eyes narrowed as she watched the smaller creature make its approach. The closer the small Fae came the louder her growl would be, as it rumbled within her chest, not wanting him anywhere near her. When others approached the cage she knew they came to harm her, torment her, and she would not allow this one to do the same thing. Whatever he was saying to her she did not understand. As he leapt up to the top of her cage she threw her head back, snapping up at him. Her eyes locked onto him closely as he leapt off and headed for the doorway to her cage. Slowly she approached the door, bearing her teeth as she waited...patiently. As soon as the door swung open, the giant wolf charged out and then swung around, to stand before the small creature that had given her, her freedom.


Before she could pounce upon the boy there was a loud bang, as a shot was fired. The bullet bounced off the cage and went into the dark abyss of the warehouse. Swinging her ebony head around she saw a few figures standing along the catwalk, with their guns pointed at them. As they shouted amongst each other the Were began to circle around the small boy in a protective manner. As she paced around the boy a few Dark Hunters emerged from the other part of the warehouse on the ground slowly coming towards them. Black lips pulled back as threatening snarl was given to them all in warning. Hackles rose as she snapped her jaws at the Hunters, not wanting them to come any closer. Her head would turn around for a moment, checking on the boy, her grey marked tail brushed up against him. In her feral mind this boy was just that, a pup, a pup that shouldn't be alone. Another shot rang out above them only this time the bullet landed just a few feet her paws. Enraged she bolted towards one of the Dark Hunters, pouncing upon him, as she happily sank her teeth in them. She moved quickly away charging at another one, doing what she could to keep them away and keep them safe. When she killed another she saw one sneaking up behind the boy, a warning bark was released as she ran towards him, hoping to protect the boy.


Raven Clocksworth.
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