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

I Wear This Crown Of Thorns


Posted on May 07, 2014 by L U C i A N
West

GO AHEAD AND PLAY DEAD




The Warehouse District had a reputation for trouble. Gang disputes, drug trafficking and other various crimes were considered commonplace. But to see the action taking place in the mid-afternoon under broad daylight spoke volumes to the crude reality of this part of town.



Ultra-sensitive olfactors had detected and dissected the scent of other Skin-walkers in the immediate vicinity long before either had come into view. Long before even the ruckus shouts of the female's pursuers reached the acute radar of my ears. I'd leaned forward and tilted my gaze up to peer from beneath the awning just in time to see a large dark shape cut across the rooftops, landing on the pawn shop above me. One brow arched with curiosity. The shouts of men had become desperate and disoriented, and it was easy to deduce that they had lost the trail of whomever was not occupying My soon to be rooftop. My nose told me what I needed to know. The aromas that flirted on the peripheries of my senses were that of a Werewolf... female to be specific. But hers was not the only one. The second was more subtle, more musky and entirely Feline. I glanced around the street casually, but saw no sign of a second beast roaming the streets. I clicked my teeth subconsciously, and though I leaned back against the wall with all the seeming ease of a relaxed man, inside my muscles were bunched and poised for an ambush. I didn't know the dynamics of Local packs yet, but other then a few scent tracers from a large Were-cat in the area I'd found no signs of a set Pack Border in this particular area.



Still, One could never be too careful and I was a man that prepared for the worst and hoped for the best.



When the steel door to the pawnshop slammed open with a clatter of steel, I was still propped against the wall, arms folded across my chest with an expectant expression etched into the hard lines of my face, chiseled jaw tilted in a crooked grin as the girl stepped out, entirely oblivious to my presence until the door swung shut behind her.



On a gasp, she the small silver chain about her neck and back-peddled against the wall, her fear choking my sense of smell as it drenched her every pore.



"Smooth moves, trinket." I spoke in the sultry dark chocolate tones of my voice. "But I'm a little concerned how you've managed to get through the doors of my Pawnshop, I was under the impression the building was under lock and key..."



Of course, I wasn't truly all that concerned, for I'd have my own security put into place once the paperwork was filled and the necessary arrangements were finalized. Really, I was just looking for a way to break the ice and possibly get the female to relax a little. She was the first werewolf I've encountered since coming to the city, and it was always good to make new connections.



Snuffing out my smoke against the wall and tossing the butt, I extended one hand to her. "Name's Lucian, I'm new in town. And you ar-..."



Voice trails as suddenly that musky scent becomes overwhelming, and from the opposing building leaps a tawny beast with leonine features. The agitation radiates off him in waves, testosterone oozing from his pores and the distinct edge of possessiveness cut the air like a knife as the cat sidled up alongside the female and deliberate rubbed against her, as if claiming ownership.



Eyes, still hidden behind black shades, met his gaze evenly. The barbaric instincts of the Wolf bristled it's hackles deep beneath my human skin but I held my composure. This was the fellow that had been leaving his mark all over the place. But he was a solo creature... unless of course this female belonged to him.



Teeth flashed in a slow drawling grin, unusually sharp double-canines looking fearsome and out of place in a human mouth.



"Ah, is this your...er...mate? " I hazarded to ask, remaining amicable even as I removed the shades to reveal the pupiless black-light glow of my eyes. It'd be hard to believe that a wolf and cat were mates. Even in the were-world, cats and dogs didn't generally get along. The cat had retreated to a dumpster, but our gaze never disconnected for a moment as we sized each-other up. He saw me as a threat, but so long as he didn't try anything I was disinclined to start a fight my first day of setting up shop. I needed allies, not enemies, and if we were to share the same home turf I would be willing to play nice if he was.



And if he wasn't... well, let's hope for his sake that didn't happen.





SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY

YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME



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