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

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Posted on May 10, 2019 by boone kendrick
West



He listens to the other's comments on the cat situation, his answer offering no sort of closure, only feelings of irritation and annoyance. While he did know that there were quiet a few feline shifters in the area, last he heard they were much larger cats - lions, tigers, and leopards. "If they were truly shifters, they should be embarrassed to shift in public. Of all the things to shift into, they are fucking pussy cats. What a disgrace." He would quickly off himself had he been born a domestic cat shifter. But Boone knew that this cats were just cats - they reacted like feral cats with no sort of human interaction at all. Shifters at least had some common sense.

The conversation shifts easily from the cats to the woman he had left so haphazardly on the bench. The stranger seemed to have some sort of conscious and he supposed that he thought Boone had one too. Unfortunately, there wasn't much of a soul to Boone. He really did what he wanted and that was that.

Boone informed the man that he wasn't taking this woman home because he preferred his exploits to at least be conscious. It wasn't a lie. Boone never had liked the look of a bump on a log as a bed partner. Sex was supposed to be fun and required equal participation. He certainly couldn't get any of that with the woman at his side.

However, when he asks if he was going to throw her in a cab, Boone looks up at him with a set glare. Was he really implying that Boone would simply leave this woman alone, on a bench, by herself? Actually, he'd done it before. While he intended to leave her there tonight, he supposed he didn't want to look like a complete asshole. "My driver is around the corner - he'll pick her up and drive her around until she wakes up." While he initially wasn't going to force the task on the driver, he supposed that was the more humane thing to do. Perhaps the walk home would allow him to cool his hormones since there was no way in hell he was getting laid tonight.

He shrugged sort of lightly as he thrust his hands in his pockets. Eyes looked up at the other male, curiously looking him over. "Who are you anyway?" He paused for a moment, trying to see if the man was familiar at all to him. He was coming up blank. "Do you make a habit of sneaking around and spying on unsuspecting pedestrians?" He offered a light chuckle, trying to lighten the mood but not so much to tell the man he wasn't being serious. Stalking was never something he admired.



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