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

Tear My Heart Open, Just To Feel


Posted on December 30, 2017 by Donovan Grey
West



Kat seemed to know how to talk to Donovan. Not very many people did for that matter, so this situation was just another foreign event that made him feel weird. But he heard a familiar term.. Hunters. Donovan would slowly start putting the pieces together, and he had an idea what she was; If he was right, she was just like Elain and Lazarus. Maybe this chance meeting, would have something good come from it after all.
Especially with Kat offering to help Donovan out with keeping his head low. He knew that Elain and Laz would be happy for him, and support him.

Hell, he could possibly even start to pay them back for all the things they've done for him. Donovan took another sip of his rum and cola, and took a deep breath.
"When you say hunter, does that mean you're a Dark Hunter? Just like Elain and Laz are?"
He asked inquisitively as he took another sip of his drink and mulled over a thought in his head.
Elain may take a liking to Kat, but Laz was rough around the edges. Even more than Donovan was, and that would pose a problem. But then again, in Donovan's mind, maybe it might help Laz not be such an ass when it's not needed.
Even Donovan knew there was a time a place for everything.

"So you're saying, you'll help out with some work? No need to get dirty? And I can start to support myself and maybe start paying back my closest friends? What about your employers? That's if you have any. You strike me as a woman who is a high authority figure and runs a show of her own... If you're wanting me to work just for you, then I have no qualms with that, or anything you suggest. So long as I'm moving and doing something."
Donovan would announce to Kat as he would take an actual drink of his beverage, vice a silly sip. He wanted to taste the slight burn from the rum this time and he got it.
It was relaxing to him, and it was a familiar feeling he missed.

"Like the old adage goes, 'Idle hands are the Devil's Work'. And I'd rather not being doing something like I used to in my past."
He stopped his words abruptly, and thought of The Cowboy once again. That's who Kat seemed to remind him of. The uneasiness he was feeling slowly dissolved, and he would feel a little less weight on his chest. He turned his head and locked eyes with Kat.
"Whatever you're offering, count me in."

These Voices Won't Leave Me Alone
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