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

tryna stand up on my own two feet


Posted on July 31, 2019 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

lost souls and reverie

The owner of the Ark didn't seem particularly enthralled at the idea of a walk down memory lane and so she didn't press him. She had come to know there were many in the hulking ship who had pasts they were not particularly thrilled at the idea of revisiting, herself included. Lord knows there were things she would do just about anything to forget about even her recent past. At his slight acknowledgement that it had all been worth it she let the subject go, the alphas inclination to change the subject an easy one to follow despite it being about her own past. Owning up to her attempted thievery of the pack's beta was not an easy thing to speak about, especially to the pack's own alpha, but after everything and the second chance he had provided her with she owed him this much. It was her penance to pay. She wasn't entirely sure what all Tetradore had been told about that night, and she didn't have the desire to go into all the details, but she could at least tell him what her goal had been.

She couldn't shed any light on why Frost had so desired that particular amulet, one which belonged to Raven but seemed only worn by Tobias. It had remained a mystery to her since the night she had glanced it swinging from the leopard's neck as he so casually offered to toss her off of the ships top deck. As she finished what explanation she could give the dark-haired man seemed to accept her story, for better or worse and was more concerned about if she had or intended to see the brusque horse again. Of that she was sure she could not answer quickly enough, never truly desiring to lay eyes on him again and find out if he considered matters as finalized as she did. Looking back into the shockingly emerald eyes that waited across the bar she couldn't help feeling that there was something more to all of this, beyond just a retelling of things past and matters settled. Tetradore had a way of looking through her with that stare, as she toyed habitually with her blonde hair and confirmed her desire to never lay eyes on that shock of white hair again.

As he seemed to relax, turning that startling gaze toward the metal rafters and lights overhead, she breathed a sigh of relief, releasing a breath she didn't know she had been holding. Her body shifted with that exhalation, turning to lean easier against the bars cool, hard surface and picking up that delicious cookie once more. As she savored the flavor of its warm, gooey center as she felt she had passed some kind of test. His words pulled her blue-green gaze back over the counter, continuing what was beginning to seem a very one-sided interrogation. She hummed quietly to herself, honestly not sure how to answer as the future wasn't something she typically made plans for. It was easier to simply live in the moment and avoid the disappointment that often followed any hopes and dreams she seemed to create. Sighing she ran a hand through her wavy tresses, considering how best to reply when his gaze fluttered back to hers and he clarified exactly what his intentions were.

Unable to hide the surprise on her face, the two simply sat in silence as the soft music played around them. "I, uh... wow." To say she didn't expect him to make her such an offer was apparent, beyond the fact that before today the two had spoken only a handful of words to each other during her 'interview' she had never considered anyone would want her again. For so many years she had grown accustomed to being on her own, to only looking out for and caring for herself, that anything else was a near foreign idea. "I plan to stay in Sacrosanct." It was the easiest question to answer, and she clung to that. Barring anything from her past catching up to her she longed to call Sacrosanct her home for good and to finally have her wandering feet settled. "I want to keep working here." The second truth she knew, somehow the Ark had become her second home and she didn't want to lose that or the connections she had managed to form with those she worked with. "And... I've never been a part of a pack before, never had to answer to anyone but myself." Her eyes settled on to his, holding that brilliant stare as best she could. "What would it entail." The wariness was heavy in her voice, the unknown too big a factor to make this decision without more information. She couldn't imagine gaining some form of a family only to lose it. Not again.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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