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

too wild for you


Posted on December 25, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


Being in danger while getting away with something was her definition of fun. She had an idea that secretly this was Tetradore's cup of tea too. He was just too broody to admit it. Maybe it wasn't as smooth and problem free as he would like but she liked a challenge. She wasn't about to see either of them shot over a painting, though. When the man came around the corner with the gun, she already knew she'd have to take drastic measures to get them both out of here, rules be damned. She wasn't about to be nursing a gunshot wound on herself or Tetradore. She used her powers to make the shotgun explode first before grabbing for Tetradore's sleeve. She felt that familiar pull of her teleportation powers until they appeared between two warehouses.

At Tetradore's teasing question, she rolled her eyes. "There were extenuating circumstances. Would you rather I let you get shot?" She raised a brow at him teasingly. Then he wrinkled his nose, saying that wasn't fun to him and she snorted. "Sure it was. You just don't know what fun is." She smirked. Then he took the painting and her eyes lit up, glad that she could at least say she helped him get what he'd been wanting. She shrugged. "No problem. What are friends for?" She gave a wink. "You owe me though. Saved your life and got you a pretty painting."



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