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

you stumble through your days [ANDRAS]


Posted on February 26, 2019 by boone kendrick
West



He woman he had his arm hooked around was a pretty thing. She was a fiery red head (a weakness of his own) with a pretty little hourglass figure. She wore a tight bright red dress with bright red lipstick. While most of her lipstick was worn off on his skin, she still had a little left on her lips. She was drink, far too drunk to realize what she was getting herself into.

Boone, however, didn't care. He hooked his arm around her and near carried her down the street towards the address she had written on her driver's license. But midway through the walk to her home, the woman passed out. She fucking passed out! Boone was no necrophiliac. He much preferred his sexual partners to be conscious and able to pleasure himself just as much as he could pleasure them.

And so, as he came across a bench nestled along the side of an alleyway, he laid the woman on the bench. He took a few dollars for his trouble before he shoved the bills in his pocket and continued on down the street.

However, what he hadn't expected was a black housecat to dart from the dark alleyway. In his attempt to leap over the beast, he damn near killed himself tripping over the thing. His foot hooked it's underbelly and he went falling hard into the side of the building. "Mother. Fucking. Cats." He growled as he brushed off his palms and looked around to see who might have saw his unfortunate stumble.



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