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

he'll only break your heart


Posted on October 19, 2017 by Tobias
West


It was only once the young Beta was assured his childhood companion had taken control of the Henry-Cat that he returned his attention to his own mate, Raven's efforts to intervene readily derailed by the spotted cat as he lunged upon her, sending her tumbling to the ground in the sheer joy of that game. His efforts to pin that wolf down were lazy and haphazard, his jaws parting to allow his rough tongue to run over that thick, wolfish fur in that rasping sensation he knew the woman readily seemed to dislike as her limbs flailed about in that playful game that had engaged within. His heavier weight resting upon her as Tetradore and Henry were momentarily left to their own devices, Tobias entirely taken with attempting to keep that squirming, rolling wolf down. Those words readily seemed to find his mind then as he paused, glancing down towards her at that assurance he had gotten fat. Tobias glancing back at his own spotted golden sides as if to examine the truth of those words. His head tilting then in contemplation as that tail flicked about and he continued to sit upon his now rather sodden mate. Her playful words, in the least, having ceased the assault of his tongue.

"Tobi is....not....fat."

He promptly declared in that spotted, garbled speech before proceeding to all but collapse onto the wolf entirely, that chuffing sound of cattish laughter echoing from within him then before he rolled himself to the side allowing her up (and to breathe) once more before proceeding to bat at her in play as her teeth nipped at his limbs. These moments of sort with his mate were entirely delighted in by the young Leopard. His attention deviated away from her only as Henry blundered past them both and down towards that harder sand, Tobias' head tilting to the side in ready curiosity at poor Henry's efforts to run on that sand, a task the new Were had clearly not yet mastered. Tobias turning his head toward Tetradore then, those teasing words offered to the mind of his companion alone.

Teeetra, your....thing that....you made......runs like he is.....sick

That snickering hissing sound rose within his throat once more, that tease good natured all the same as his tail flicked, his head lowered to bump with affection against his mate once more before he proceeded to lope towards Henry now, the Leopard affording the other panther his space this time as his own dark gaze peered at that water- as if attempting to see just what Henry was looking at. Tobias entirely oblivious to any notion of silent contemplation. The boy merely snorting at that lack of anything to see.

"Does....Hen...Hen.....Henry....want to....play.....game to?"

This, perhaps, Tobias' own effort to better include the boy in that pack, childish though it surely was. Henry hardly capable of learning to use that feline form if he did not exercise it properly.



madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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