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 20, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


The well-mannered woman moved silently through the narrow pathways that was the entrance and exit for all that wished to enjoy the haunting scenery of Syn. It was a well-known place that was easily hidden among the throngs of various buildings within the warehouse district. That piece of filthy establishment was hardly a place she wished to visit again, but sadly she knew she would have to return. Once more carrying out whatever task Lucian had at hand. He was not her Alpha, but her employer and he had offered her a place to spend her free time earning money and a safe place to live with the spotted feline. Well aware of the different assorted creatures that bumped in the night her hands remained in the front of her sleeveless hoodie, the dimmed lights from the lampposts highlight an eerie glow to the jagged scars that slinked up and down her arms. Footsteps barely made a sound on the pavement as she kept to the darker sides of the streets using the shadow to help cloak her painfully obvious feminine frame. Luckily for her she would not be bothered by many tonight seeing how it was far too late for anyone to stick around, unless they were of the troubling sort. Her pace would quicken when she noticed a group of men walking sluggish on the other side of the sidewalk. Ducking her head and pulling her hood a bit closer to her, wishing to keep herself melted to the background when suddenly she heard a voice behind her. Coming to a halt she would slowly turn around, her head tilting to the side as a few stands of her brown curls poked out from underneath her hood.

"Hide myself? What do you mean?"

That soft inquiry slipped out from her pale pink lips as she went still. Slate eyes would look over at the girl recognizing her, a little bit better with the modest dimmed lighting, as the one that helped her sneak away from Lucian's client. What the girl meant about 'hiding herself away' was quite an odd thing to say. She had, by no means to her knowledge, done anything to hide from the woman. In all honesty she assumed the woman wanted to be with Lucian's ugsome client. She was hardly a creature that would judge others harshly, preferring to see the good rather than the bad, before she made up her mind if she wished to be around them. The oddly dressed girl seemed all right for the time being, see how she had gotten her free. After providing her recognition for her kindness and gratitude, she figured it was enough to give to the woman before she would return and hasten her way home. But apparently, tonight, she would not be able to salvage the night and return home to relax herself and ease herself into a dreamless sleep. The nightmares recently had begun to quiet down barely making an appearance save for a night or two when the past began to haunt her once more. Behind her she could hear the drunken chortle from the men continuing to walk along the sidewalk heading towards Syn where they could continue their debauchery. A strong summer gust would wind itself through the alleyways causing the hood to fall down to reveal the cascade of brown curls to be revealed. The dim light from the lamp posts would catch onto the long flaws that mulitated her face, each one having an unnerving glow, highlighting them. A courteous smile would appear on those soft lips once more as she politely introduced herself and offered a reply to the young girl's innocent inquiry.

"My name is Raven, and no I didn't have plans, but if you want company I guess I could stick around. Did you have something in mind?"

Perhaps she could stick around. For a little while.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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