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

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Posted on August 17, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


He was moving slower this time, his moves more calculated and she knew that wasn't in her favor. She needed him to rely on instinct, to get heady with the taste of her blood and think only of wanting more. But of course he was a worthy opponent in this ring. The crowd knew him and she was sure it wasn't for his loses. He was an experienced fighter and he was used to this environment whereas it was all new to her. He had every advantage but she was used to fighting for survival. With an opponent this big, it was just that. Surviving. And that, she was good at. She knew his wounds had to be hurting and he would be losing steam which means he would want to conserve what he had left. He was probably smart like that. She felt his intense gaze watching her every move as she backed up to the corner and she thought she saw a knowing flicker in his eyes. Like he knew she was luring him again. Well, she couldn't expect the same trick to work twice with a worthy opponent. But this time she had to change up her moves a little.

He wasn't going to just dive at her again. This time, he was taking his sweet time. She wouldn't wait till he was able to reach her to make a move. That was be past bold and into stupid territory, not something she could risk. So she turned her body a little and jumped to the top of the pole so she could look down on him a little, or at least look him in the eye. Of course now he knew her play, at least mostly. She could only go one way and she sure as hell wasn't going backwards into the crowd. Determination was written in every line of her body as she sized him up and waited. She knew she wouldn't have to wait that long. He lunged toward her and she leaped, using the ropes beside the pole to vault her up and over his shoulder. She felt the wind as his massive jaws snapped just shy of her tiny body, the adrenaline slowing everything else down as she came down over his spine. She knew the sliding wouldn't do much damage. She was mostly using him to break her own fall as she came down.

Then when she hit the sweet spot over his hip, she bit down before vaulting off of him and landing neatly on her feet behind him. She felt him twisting even as she bit down so she was quick to scamper out of reach once she landed, turning back to face him as she backed up once again. As he stepped toward her, she watched his legs waver. Her ears flicked but she held her ground, curious of how this would play out. Then he stepped again and his legs buckled. He collapsed onto the mat and her ears flicked back. She knew this could be a ploy very easily. He could be tricking her, challenging her to be a hero and try to do some daring finishing move because she believed him to be vulnerable. She also knew he wouldn't hesitate to strike should she get within range. Staring at him long and hard, she challenged him once more, to get up and finish this like the king of beasts before she stomped her paw and resolved to wait.

She wouldn't be going near him so if he wanted to play this, he could wait out the timer and go out laid out on the mat. She wasn't about to risk herself trying to look tough. She wouldn't let her guard down either, knowing he was just as likely to make a final lunge when he thought she wasn't suspecting it. She stood ready for anything, whether it be to dance out of the way or dodge. Meanwhile she taunted him with her eyes, ever challenging him. While she waited, she paced, still sticking to her method of staying on the move cause holding still just made her an easier target. She knew he would probably be watching, calculating, predicting where she would be if he decided to lunge, so she waited, her attention fully on him, ready to pivot and go in a different direction should she need to. She wasn't about playing up the crowd. In a moment like this, she felt it wise to play it safe.

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