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

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Posted on August 03, 2017 by henry tudor
West



He hated his animal half. He hated that he had tried to save that stupid dog from Tetradore's jaws. If he had just let the yappy dog die, then he wouldn't have been here. And yet here he was, a were against his own will. He had been forced into something that he was not...something he resented. Nothing good had come from his animal half. It had killed (or so he thought) the one person that meant anything to him. It had stripped him of his ability to love. Why would he want to embrace something like that?

Despite Raven's words, he just didn't feel like he wanted to let he beast out. He didn't want to give that part of himself any praise whatsoever. "He took away everything I ever cared about...the only person I ever truly loved. How can I respect that part of me when it has done nothing but destroy my life?" He wished it could be flipped on and off like a switch. He wished he could control his animal half and keep it in check. But he couldn't. It was completely out of his control and that was what scared him the most. Sure, it was putting himself at risk and his pack...but what choice did he have? He couldn't let that part of him fuck up anything else. "I wish I wasn't a were." His voice, barely above a whisper. He wasn't sure if Raven would be able to hear him, but deep down, he knew her expert hearing would hear the words he wasn't ready to fully admit yet.

She assured him that he would get used to the animal in himself in due time. The problem was, he didn't want to accept that part of himself. He was trying...for Tetradore's sake to not be a complete fuck up. But it wasn't what he wanted. He wished he could just disappear and not come back. Maybe that was for the best.

Reluctantly, Henry followed her away from the bar, leaving behind his whiskey. He wasn't really feeling up to doing much of anything tonight, but he would make an effort. He was trying...even if it wasn't exactly what he wanted. He nodded his head lightly as Raven said they were going to peruse their territory and get some fish. He couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips, even if he tried to hide it. "Thank you." He couldn't pinpoint why he was thanking her, but just that he was. Perhaps it was because she was trying to include him, to teach him how to be a part of their pack. Perhaps it was because she wasn't about to cast him aside as an outcast. Who knew. But whatever it was that she was doing, he was thankful.




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