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.

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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

don't let those butterflies out


Posted on July 16, 2019 by maeve liliwen
West
Maeve
love is always bound to be there for us

The pale child with hair of early morning sunlight hates this, she hates it. She remembers running away from one of her foster homes during a storm. It had been before she had discovered her powers of persuasion. Her foster parents had taken the children mini golfing. They were about halfway through the game when Maeve had seen those clouds gathering, when she knew what was coming for them, for her. She had been so tiny then, begging and pleading to take her home before it would start to thunder. They simply shoved her off the side, stating they would not be leaving. And then the rain came, and the lighting, and the booming. Maeve was running before she even knew what was happening, orange golf club still in hand. She didn't stop running and crying until the sun finally peeked through the clouds and a police car pulled up beside her, ready to take her back home.

She has no idea that on the other side of the little cupboard she is in that there is another performing in much the same as she. Perhaps, had Maeve known this, it would have provided the little girl with some sort of comfort. To know that someone was as scared as she when it came to thunderstorms that echoed around the land like the roar of a lion. But, Maeve was too frightened to hardly notice anyone around the area aside from herself, her terror making her blind.

How surprised is Maeve to find those violet eyes lighting upon the woman that had emerged from her own hiding place on her hands and her knees. She hardly catches the words that were about to come from the girl's mouth. The little blonde had certainly heard worse words coming from the mouth of Mira when she thought the girl was neither around nor listening. "Hello," she repeats in response to the woman's greeting. Strange to meet this way it certainly was. Maeve looks at the woman sitting back on her rear with a curious smile growing on her face, the thunderstorm she had just endured momentarily forgotten it would seem at the prospect of meeting someone new. Those strange violet eyes watching the woman with wide eyed innocence. "Carolina," she says the woman's own name, forming the shape of it on her lips. "That's a pretty name," she acknowledges then. But her question brings a flush of pink to her cheeks, the nine year old girl embarrassed by what had just occurred. "Umm," she stammers, twisting her fingers together in shame. "I was hiding from the storm, I am scared of the thunder...it's justâ€"too loud," she admits, peering at the woman through long, dark lashes. "I came over to look for Tobi to play a game maybe," she offers, referencing to the leopard boy that Maeve has come to both adore and enjoy. "But then there was the thunder and the storm and I didn't know what to do, so I hid in the cupboard," she says, clearly flustered by her own behavior. "Am I in trouble?" She asks the woman, worried for the answer that may appear from her own mouth.

But, this is when the little fae child studies Carolina carefully, sitting on the floor, at the same level as Maeve when usually adults towered over the abnormally small child with those pointed ears. "Why are you sitting on the floor?" She questions, tilting that pretty little head of hers to the side, letting those blonde tresses move sideways behind her. "Did you drop something? Do you need me to help you find it?" your paragraphs here

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Maeve
a beautiful time to leave our differences behind
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