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

Aiden Tetradore

hello darkness, my old friend


Posted on October 03, 2019 by henry tudor
West



Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes had turned into hours. Hours turned into days. It had been days since he had moved all of his things from the apartment he once shared with Sterling. And since that day, Henry had hardly left his small stateroom in the Ark. The small porthole on the wall was the only thing that told Henry time was moving on. The sun would rise and then set but it still felt as though time was standing still. Sterling was gone. Left. Packed up and got out of dodge. Henry didn't think he would ever do such a thing, but he had and now Henry was feeling nothing but absolute hopelessness.

Even as the days were slowly passing, Henry kept himself locked in his room, only exiting on occasion to eat although he wasn't very hungry. He looked terrible, his face was losing its definition, his eyes clouded by dark bags. He hadn't been sleeping as well as he probably should be, and it was showing. There wasn't really anything in the world to make him happy anymore. Nothing to look forward to, nothing to keep him motivated.

In the days that had passed, he had been a terrible pack member. He ignored the questions of the others from outside his door, asking if he was alright. He turned back to drugs, the only thing that seemed to make him feel anything other than completely numb. He was in such a deep depression that he cannot deny that a thought or two had passed through his consciousness that would land him in a mental institution. Who would mourn his loss if he was gone? Would anyone care if he just went to sleep and never woke up? Surely no one would.

There was a knock on his door and Henry groaned as he rolled over in the bed, pulling the covers back over his face. "Leave me the fuck alone." Perhaps they would hear his voice, know that he was alive, and then leave him alone. He didn't want to see anyone, let alone talk to anyone. He sighed, pulling the covers tightly over his half-naked body. Were these boxers even clean? He didn't know anymore.




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