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 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
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

this night ain't for the faint of heart


Posted on March 15, 2020 by ASKAREE
West

askaree


Jesus, what the actual blazing hell had been going on with this guy since the last time they had seen one another? Apparently all was far from well in the Puss Palace... très tragique. He had been an arrogant fucker the last time they had enjoyed the relative pleasure of one another's company, sure, but at least back then he had been fun, there had been an unmistakable and invigorating spark of life behind the guarded emerald irises of his eyes. She had eaten it up like a goddamn stoner at a bake-off. There was so pathetically few individuals in Sarco-town that were capable of capturing the attentions of the crocodilian wench for any measure of time- and even fewer still who might actually achieve the feat of entertaining her. Now? The Kitten King looked like someone had taken a piss in his Cheerios... every day... for a really long time.

The dramatic shift in the demeanor of her counterpart might very well have been considered somewhat sad had Askaree been the sort to fret over the subjective misfortune of others. But whatever first-world problems or perceived lack of abject privilege was currently spritzing on the Were king's little parade were hardly the source of any modicum of bother for the Egyptian woman and her oh-so-enticing personal agenda.

The smile spreads upon her upturned features at his question, pearly whites exposed in an expression that is naught but the most insidious sort of glee. "Of course," she answers as she affords him space, retreating a few paces further into the spacious room. No fucking way, you somber bastard. "But you have to admit that some small part of you- a very, very small part buried WAY deep down- wants to get out of this room and have a little fun with me. Seriously, it smells like sadness in here." She eyes him for a long moment, the smile having wilted from the lasciviously tempting pout of her lips though the sarcasm it had championed drips there still. "Look, don't expect me to beg. It comes of as really insincere because, well, it is. If you want to wallow in whatever puddle of melancholy you're obviously waist-deep in, fine, but I have a nagging feeling that you don't..."

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