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

nothing sharp here but my wit and skills


Posted on June 22, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


He chuckled and readily seemed to agree that he didn't hang out with her enough. She hoped that could change because she liked hanging out with him but she knew he was busy being an alpha and stuff. She knew people could change and adapt to the world around them. She just hoped they could all change and adapt together. She didn't want to lose any of her friends. Of course she could never turn down a good challenge and what better opponent than an undefeated alpha? Frost had given her a good run for her money and she was pretty sure had she gotten him into a tight space, she could have bested him easily with her smaller size and quicker agility. But a panther? That would be a whole new ball game and one she was aching to try her luck on. But he was stubborn and had good points. She didn't want his pack. She didn't want a throne. She only wanted to see how good she was and learn from it. So she challenged his pride, daring him to fight her privately with no witnesses, teasing him about being scared.

Of course she knew he would say that he wasn'd scared. She lifted her head, ears twitching with humor as her eyes twinkled. She flicked her tail. "Good, then you wouldn't mind proving it. Of course, I'll even give you the advantage of watching me whoop the lion first. You know, so you can think you know my fighting style." She smirked, her brow quirking playfully. The rules of the arena didn't daunt her in the slightest. Sure, it would suck not to be able to teleport out of harm's way but the rest of her abilities still kind of scared her so she was glad not to have to try to control them in the ring. The explosive power was still pretty much new and the last time she'd used it, it had been a disaster. She'd rather not do that any time soon. But fighting like a coyote? That was second nature for her. She had been doing that all her life, well practically. The life she could remember, anyway. She looked forward to not having to think about shifting and powers, even if only for a little while.

When she chose the lion, she turned her gaze to the ring curiously as he belted out his voice, calling the lion's name. Apparently he was Leo. Fitting. She gazed curiously upon the crowd, waiting to see him. When he stepped forward, she did a quick assessment with her sweeping gaze, measuring him up, taking in his build and muscle tone, any scars or wounds that still showed on his body and even more than that, his body language. Did he come off as straight forward and intimidating like he would be a straight shooter in the ring, coming at her face first to bully for victory or was he more stand offish and cunning with darting eyes that looked to trick and deceive? She had grown up studying other animals and how they looked and handled themselves. This was nothing new for her. She nodded to Tetradore. "Wish me luck, Dory." She smirked, using the nickname she tried to give them not long after they first met in Were form.

She brushed her body against him before slipping into the ring and facing down her opponent. She let him get into the ring and let him even size her up, bowing her head in a respectable greeting of equals before she rushed him. She knew how it would come across. They would think her the impulsive missile, thinking she could outthink or outmanuever him but getting in his space would only put her in harm's way. She was well aware of the long claws he would have and the massive jaws that could break her if he wanted to. She wasn't planning on giving him the chance to use either but to do that, she'd have to quicker and more than that, smarter. She watched him intently the whole time she was racing ever closer. The moment he shifted his weight, that tell tale movement that a big beast like him had to do to be able to put his full weight behind a hit and make it count, she changed direction. He wasn't going to slap her down like a mosquito, not tonight.

She veered straight toward the paw he was pulling his weight off of and even as he lifted it to swat at her, she lowered herself and flattened against the mat. Using her momentum, she slid right under that paw that was as big as her whole body, coiling her hindquarters then twisting around to launch herself right at the back of his elbow where that front leg meets his ribcage. Her teeth aimed to dig in and slice through the thin skin that hung there, grinding against rib bones and maybe even chipping a few as her bottom jaw would curl under his chest to puncture into muscle and tissue that would make it painful to operate that front leg at least the rest of the fight. Not staying there near long enough to see if she was successful, knowing in retaliation, he would surely try to either pull her off with his massive jaws or swat her off with his other paw, she did what damage she could, if any, and darted back, circling around behind him to keep him on his toes and keep him moving.

She knew to stay in his space too long would be her demise, at least if this were a fight to the death. She was only meaning to draw blood and damage, knowing he would heal. He would be pissed off though if she'd managed to bite him so now she'd have to be doubly careful about her movement. This was where she would have to study him while staying moving herself. To stand still would be to offer him the advantage to outmaneuver her and then one good hit is all it would take to cripple her. She wasn't going to take that chance. She needed to know if he was the explosive fighter that would chase after her, trying to bite and pin her or whatever he could do to insure an easy victory, anything to get the crowd's attention, or if he was the quiet reserved type that would continue to hold back and watch her, waiting for the opportune moment to strike her down with one well timed hit. She knew the second type would be far more dangerous but the first would wear her out quickly if she let it. She was cautious, dancing, but reserving her efforts, keeping her steps light and small as she waited for the next phase in this fight.

She didn't dare to look away for one instant to know the crowd's reaction or even just Tetradore's, for that matter. Believe it or not, for all her prodding and bragging, she wasn't here to impress anyone, but to satisfy a feral need to dominate and win. She was a competitor first and foremost and a predator, despite her size. Hunting was by far a passion of hers and fights were no more than a prey and predator of more equal proportions as far as she was concerned. It was all about who could outsmart who in the end. And she wouldn't play that game without extreme care.

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