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 appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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 March 28, 2019 by Katarina Foster
West


Of course she knew that he was joking when he said that he was getting some air by breaking into the Council building and hacking into a computer mainframe. She knew he wouldn't just take the break up laying down cause that just wasn't in his nature but she didn't figure he would go looking for trouble. Waiting for her to change her mind and come back? Maybe. But actively hunting her and her attackers down? That was a death wish. His simple comment about being a fan of control got him a scolding look and her arms crossing in disapproval. "There are some things you just can't control, Kohl." Her voice was soft, wanting him to accept the fact that her fate was sealed. He didn't have to go down with her. When she lectured him about the Council coming after him, she could see he wasn't convinced. He only joked about them being pleased he even left his house. She rolled her eyes with a heavy sigh.

"And hacked into their secure files that only the highest on the Council have access to? I think not. You'd be better off as a hermit." At least that would be the safer route for him. The kiss threw her off guard and she immediately chastised herself for it. She couldn't afford to be losing control with him, not right now, not when both their lives was in danger. Her happiness meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. Only his safety was important. She had to make herself see reason so when he pulled back, she took the chance to clear her head and say the words that needed to be said. He was confused admittedly, but his anger was new to her. Had he ever been angry the whole time they'd been together? Not that she could remember.

The moment he brought up them dying though, she felt anger coursing through her own veins. Oh, HELL no. He wasn't about to give up on the precious life she was saving for him! She let him have it, pouring out all of her pent up emotions and frustration over the situation. Did he not think she wanted to just put this all on the back burner and just be with him? She would love that, but it wasn't possible right now, not if they wanted to live. She couldn't be selfish in this. Why didn't he get that? She could see him calculating what he'd just said even as she spit the words back at him but then he was yelling right back, saying that's not what he meant. "Well that's what you damn well said, wasn't it?" She was still seething, still stuck between wanting to tear his clothes off and put a knife to his throat right now. Was that normal? Probably not.

She didn't even notice she was crying as she yelled at him. She was just overwhelmed at the thought of a world without him in it. Next thing she knew, he was yelling again, reminding her of what he'd already been through and how he'd been keeping her safe. She jerked back a little, confused by that. "What do you mean, keeping me safe?" Her voice was softer, wary even as she waited for what she was already dreading. Had he already been attacking Viktor's men behind her back or something? If he didn't already have a target painted on his back, he surely would after something like that. But surely, he hadn't done that cause Kohl wasn't a killer, right? He didn't do violence. So she must not be hearing him right. She went to the door, frantic for space between them just so she could think straight. She heard his soft voice over her shoulder, telling her how wrong she was, how she was worse at relationships than he was. She couldn't help but laugh bitterly at that, her tears making it more of a hiccup.

"Well, I guess that's what happens when you've only ever had one." He was and would always be the one she loved and she knew that without a doubt. Even if she lived through this and found a crazy reason to stay away from Kohl, there would never be another to take his place. He was it for her. How had it become so clear? Then he was questioning her, telling her that he wouldn't move on if something happened to her, that he would look for answers if her death was a mystery, that he wanted to keep her safe, too. She shook her head. "You can't, Kohl. I've been marked since the day I tried to kill him and failed. This has nothing to do with you. Just walk away." She spoke over her shoulder while staring out the glass door, knowing she could never look him in the eyes and tell him to leave. It would be too hard.

When she heard him stepping toward her, she tensed in anticipation of his touch but was oddly disappointed when he chose to stand next to her instead, their arms the only things touching. Suddenly it wasn't enough. Next thing she knew, he was pouring out his heart to her, telling her he was already in too deep, that he would never stop searching for her, caring for her, loving her. Then he asked if that was really what she wanted and she let out a sob and she threw herself into his chest, wrapping herself around him as closely as she could. She felt herself breaking and felt weak for it but in this moment, she needed the strength of his arms around her more than ever. "No, I've never wanted it. I just don't want anything to happen to you." She whispered the words into his chest as the tears continued to stream down her face.


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