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

Destined to Burn


Posted on July 14, 2014 by Chemistry Koi
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She notices the way the girl instantly moves closer to Raven and normally this would irritate her but today it only brings a smile to her lips. She was in no mood to harm anyone, only to mess around and play silly little games...quite like human bowling! Yet for all of her stealth she could only elicit a smile from Raven, albeit an easy smile. PROGRESS! She will take what she can get from the curly haired woman as long as it was not distrust and suspicion. She had already made up her mind to befriend her and when she did that nothing could sway her.

"Hello Alexis! Nice to meet you."

She beams at the woman, mind flitting back to that meeting during the full moon.

"Was that you? You know with the shield?"

Head tilts, the expression totally animal like as she eyes the two women. She did not mind the lack of a handshake, she was not that formal anyway. Yet she was intrigued. She had never really met other werefoxes and to have one so close...well it was thrilling to say the least.

"In my defense I thought he was harming you."

She throws up her hands as she giggles, eyes alight with mirth. It was quite silly in retrospect but hey what can she say? Size matters? A pause is given as she watches Raven reposition herself. Was it to reassure the flighty fox for she sure seemed...unsure? Oh well, if Raven liked her then she must be okay, but then by Chemi reasoning everyone could be okay if she wanted it to be so. Her personality so...extreme at times that it is a wonder that she can be so relaxed, socializing like she did this every day. Yet at Raven's words she can not help the mischievous glint that enters her eyes as she recounts the incident she thinks she is speaking of.

"Well you see what had happened was....Okay Okay yes I have been getting my paws dirty but for the record I did not know that place had any connection to you and had I known I would have targeted another place of business. And he should be okay...I gave him a super bag of catnip."

She giggles as she remembers the way Tobais had acted in order to get his paws on the catnip. She really enjoyed the way he was so willing to be her pet, to allow her to place him any which way.

"Speaking of which I need to go by the pet store again...I'm sure he is dying for another bag."






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