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

take your hand, my dear, and place them both in mine


Posted on March 08, 2020 by henry tudor
West



There was mass panic on the docks. Everyone was screaming and flailing, as if the dock itself would sink as well as the large cargo ship. He had just barely made it onto the dock when he heard his name being called from behind him. He recognized the voice as that of Tetradore. Head turned to look at the man as he gestured towards the gathering crowd, tasking Henry to move the masses. How the fuck was he supposed to do that? He only nodded his head and waved haphazardly, his only indication that he would at least try to accomplish the task that he had been given.

After Tetradore had disappeared back onto the cargo ship, Henry looked around him. There was a large stack of wooden crates and he easily scaled them, standing on top so he could overlook the crowd. Someone from the crowd handed him a megaphone and Henry couldn't even see who had handed it to him so he could thank them.

With a deep breath and a steady sigh, he flipped on the megaphone. "Alright, everyone. Please proceed off the docks in a calm and orderly fashion." Of course, no one was listening to him as he tried to nicely tell the group to move along. He supposed he would have to use so not-so-friendly suggestions in order to move the masses. "EVERYONE NEEDS TO CALM THE FUCK DOWN AND GET YOUR ASSES OFF THE DOCKS BEFORE WE CALL THE COPS!" That seemed to get some people's attention and slowly, they began to move towards the end of the docks, successfully making room for all of the cars being driven off the boat and to be parked along the dock.

Once all the cars were safely parked along the dock, Henry moved to where the pack was gathering. His eyes looked onto the Ark, the floating cargo ship no longer floating. As it finally sank beneath the blue ocean, Henry looked around him at his pack. They all looked lost. None of them had homes to go to. No where to go and hardly any worldly goods. What a mess they were.

His eyes fell on Tetradore first, looking to him for leadership. But it was Raven's words that brought his gaze to her. He did not miss the way her hand rested absent mindedly upon her belly, but he said nothing of it. It wasn't his business anyway. "You rebuild. You get back up, brush off the dust, and keep moving." He had been in this situation more times than he could count. He may have made some poor decisions in his life, but he knew that they would be fine in the end. At least this time, he would make this journey again with his pack...his family. "The Ark is just a vessel - four walls, a floor, and a roof. The ark can be replaced...our pack can't. We'll all be fine because he have each other." Henry was hardly the most sentimental of the group, but he like some of the people needed to hear that they were family, that they could do anything if they had each other.




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