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

My Own Form Of CHAOS


Posted on August 11, 2014 by Damon
West


She acts like she's used to being watched, like it's second nature to her. I wonder if she's used to being the popular girl, the center of attention. I don't know if I could believe otherwise by this point. She moves her body with the beat, my own body moving in perfect tune. I know how to make my moves gracefully, not throw myself at someone like a cave man with his club. I've had many many years to practice dancing and you can bring up any age of music and I bet I'll know the steps. I even let her lead mostly, though my body is never slow to keep right in stride with her, never falling behind. She nods in answer and keeps moving, my fingers trailing across the thin fabric of her dress with every twitch of her muscles.

It may be surprising to some that I don't like nicknames. Back in my time, it was an insult to call someone anything other than their true name, the one they were given at birth. Besides, I think Felicity is a damn sexy name. As I say my name, she hisses through her teeth, a sound I'll never get tired of hearing. She turns and puts her wrists around my shoulders and I relax into her embrace, following her body as easily as breathing, or at least as easily as someone who needs to breathe. She looks to me and starts talking, asking if I have anything to show her. I grin, flashing pearly whites though I'm careful to keep my fangs retracted until I have need to use them. She tells me what she knows and asks if I have somewhere better in mind. I shrug lightly.

"Depends on your scene, I guess. I know a classy club if that's your thing. I know darker places than this. I know more private places and I know more public places. Outdoorsy, sporty, out fashioned...you name it, I know it."

I'm sure she came here out of the need to let loose and relax. Who doesn't want to do that on their first night out in a new town? It's a new beginning, after all.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos


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