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

THE LIGHT IS EASY TO LOVE


Posted on August 29, 2018 by REGAN IZUMI
West
when you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you
The tigress felt his presence long before she spotted him. His power had always attracted her attention and the feel of his senses along their bond made her shiver. It had been too long since she had felt a mental brush along that bond. The sensation was almost foreign. As if a part of her had forgotten and maybe she had. Regan seeks him out through their weakened bond and follows the shadows of his intentions to come to her. It doesn't take long for the power of his presence to roll across her skin -- akin to a physical touch. Her glowing gaze snaps to his and emerald meets amethyst once again. He keeps himself away from her. A look of something she doesn't quite understand behind his eyes. Her large obsidian head tilts, wondering, when another presence flickers to life along her bond and she is force to turn her attention elsewhere.

For the time being anyway.

The tawny leopard settling near Tetradore wasn't a surprise. Though the look of slight consternation was. He looked at her as if she had done something wrong. Offended him in some way. Regan couldn't remember doing anything wrong. Then again, she so often lacked common sense and the knowledge required of certain situations. The low rumble escaping his chest causes her gaze to flicker between the pair and their seemingly connected stance and presence of mind. What they intended for her or to her caused her pause. Regan doesn't have long to dwell though, for another presence is moving towards her. One she hadn't quite sensed along the mental pathway.

Regan inhales and finds the scent of the little creature to be familiar. A foggy memory of a pretty girl standing beside Raven inside the Ark. She hadn't been pack then. She was now though it seemed. Even this newcomer to the pack seemed to hold herself apart from Regan. Perhaps this was everyone's silent way of communicating that she was no longer welcome. No longer pack. That Regan was to stay where she was as one by one her pack would choose which side to stand on. It was an uncomfortable thought but one she could not ignore.

The hysterics and joy of someone she knew pulsed down her bond. Raven. Regan could feel and hear her coming from a mile away. She screeched around corners and the sound of her nails scratching against the floor made a mental smile burn to life inside her eyes. Atleast it seemed someone was happy to see her. Regan watched as Raven halted at the end of the gangplank and simply exuded happiness. Then Raven's fluffy form was smacking against her and a brush of unbridled joy flowed down the length of their mental connection. Regan chuffed brokenly and finally allowed a tiny part of herself to relax. She had no realized how tense she had become in these last few moments. Seeing her pack eyeing her from across the way. The brush of Raven's voice makes her flinch, but only for a moment. The tigress remains silent but nods an affirmation and simply closes her eyes and presses her overlarge head into Raven's side. It felt nice to be welcome. Wanted.

As Raven peels away to rub her scent all over her other pack mates, Regan senses someone else approaching. Two someone's to be exact. A female wolf who simply trotted over to Tetty's side and plopped herself there as if she belonged in that spot. Regan wasn't sure she liked that. Not one bit. Not that there had ever been anything between her and Tetty. But. like most cats, she was possessive. She didn't like or want to share. The tigress found herself giving the girl the stink eye with a very predatory gleam awakening from their depths. She might have even acted on it had she not seen the other black panther attempt his approach. It was sloppy and so unlike the smooth glide of a feline she wanted to rescind his invitation. It seemed as if there was a human piloting the feline. As if he were an animatronic version of a panther -- like a nerd who knew all the basics and had researched a topic extensively but had no field experience. Poor kitty. He must be very new.

Belatedly she realized that Raven was trying in vain to shove her towards the others. It had been a weak attempt to move the tigress and they both knew it. Blowing out a sigh she ambles closer. Unsure of her welcome and their intent. The tigress held herself slightly back and away from her peers but her glowing gaze always returned to Tetty. There it stayed. "Hello." Lame. But it was all she had.



"Thinks like this."



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