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 19, 2014 by Damon
West


I don't know anything about her but if she's half as interesting as the way she dances, then it'll be worth it. I'm still wondering what kind of were creature she is but I'm not going to push. By this point, she could be a roach and I wouldn't give a damn. Everything about her keeps me interested. The way she moves, teh way she speaks. I'm sure she could have anyone she wanted tonight so I feel a little honored that she chose me.

As she reaches for my hand, I lift a brow in curiosity, searching her face for answers. Her eyes widen for a second as she touches it. Sometimes the temperature change takes a little getting used to. She pulls me closer and I meld against her body. Of course, this brings certain things to the surface in a man's body but hell, she might not mind. I feel her lips against my ear lobe certainly and I close my eyes briefly, a low rumble in my throat of pleasure as my hand traces her lower back lightly. I can feel her lips tilting upward in a smile against my ear still before she glances toward the bar. I laugh.

"What's your poison? My treat."

As she pulls away, I groan softly in disappointment. I was just starting to have some fun. She disappears into the crowd so I stop dancing and watch her, loving the way she moves. She goes to the bar and makes her order, taking sips before her sips grow longer. I grin and make my way toward her, easily pushing through the crowd. I'm standing before her in seconds, watching her down her glass as she leans back against the bar and looks at me. I smirk and tilt my head.

"Then I'll be sure to pick a good place."

I slide money across the bar to the bartender smoothly, my eyes never leaving her. I did say I'd pay for it.


Damon Marcello
My Own Form of Chaos