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 June 18, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


The meek and mild woman was not a creature that could hold grudges. Life may have knocked her down and forced her to go through trials and tribulations, but she always managed to hang onto the part of her that allowed her to be empathetic. To some showing emotions was a sign of weakness, to show and offer kindness to others deemed pathetic. It should be seen as a success that with such a dark past she was still capable of some good. Tonight however, it would seem that the mild woman would have to put on a different sort of mask to deal with this particular matter. The young girl would have to begin digging deep within to bring out a different side of herself. A side she had managed to keep down as far below as she could, to at least keep any sort of trigger of her feral mind to be unleashed. It wasn't her fault that she was left alone here within the warehouse. Lucian was busy going out on the town with his new formed pack, one she did not wish to join. While Tobi was out being the unwilling servant to this, despicable vampire- Risque, she was left to do as she pleased for the night. Which was getting a good night's rest for a change. Though tonight she would not be receiving such a thing. Never before had she thought about being alone within the warehouse, it never really bothered her, until now.

Ebony skull was raised high as slate eyes narrowed, a low growl continued to rumble in the back of her throat. Grey paws would carry her sleek form backwards carefully with each step as the other male took his slow approach. She knew the possible escape routes here on the catwalk, knowing full well there were a few noticeable ones and some he most likely couldn't see. Seeing that smirk on his ugly maw caused a bit of worry to shiver down her spine. Black lips pulled back to show parts of her pearly pointy whites when his arms began to cross over in a dominant position. Hackles would slowly start to rise as that growl only intensified feeling something was definitely wrong in the air. Seeing his right hand move to his side, she could sense something odd start to happen around her in the air. With a severe voice, she would puff herself up causing her already twice her sized form to appear even larger than before.

"I am not lonely...I'm with others."

So, maybe she wasn't in a pack and perhaps the two males that lived here weren't around either, but she was saying the truth. A gusty summer wind would blow through the open window allowing the current to flow through the catwalk and rafters, and her ears would twitch as she heard the window slam shut. A part of her wished it was Tobi, knowing full well he sometimes used the window to get in, thinking he was capable of getting away from Syn for a while to get a midnight snack. Yet she didn't hear his warning snarl or roar, a sound that would have certainly made the warlock frightened, but would have brought her a sense of comfort. Knowing full well she would be left alone to deal with this she would back herself towards the stairs, her eyes barely shifting to her purposed exit strategy. Shaking her dial she would brace herself, tension building along her form ready to spring into action.

"I don't really want to play a game."

As soon as she said those words she would leap towards him her jaws snapping as her massive form would slam into his causing him to hopefully fall down. If she was successful, her teeth would sink into his arm as she shook her head back and forth hoping it would cause him some sort of damage, perhaps a fair warning that if he wanted to still be around. If she should miss, well, hopefully if she got him tackled to the ground it would be enough to frighten him and warm him that he should leave...now.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven