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

And in our world of plenty, we can spread a smile of joy;


Posted on May 11, 2020 by Mira Ramos
West

Some fear fire, but I've become it.


That declaration from Tobias' lips brought forth an easy laughter even despite the leopard-man's scowl. It was true. Men were always hungry. "No truer words spoken. There is, fortunately, no shortage of food here..." The scent of freshly baked foods hung like a blanket of joy within the air could attest to that. Yet even despite that hunger it was like... truly herding cats to get them organized to leave. But they were finally here and no one could complain about the appeal of it... even despite the crowds of people. There was something about all the decorations, the familiar carols and the foods and even the people themselves that made it feel like Christmas. It had been a long time since she actually felt the excitement of it, that even the exotic woman could not deny its effects. She briefly allowed her thoughts to drift to what Christmas was like with her own family, such a long and distant memory, that even with each passing year faded like every long lived memory, growing into an obscure silent shadow. She could imagine that family who might as well have been strangers now, preparing for it, decorating every inch of that two-story light grey bricked house she called home. The familiar scents that would come from that kitchen she swore she could even pinpoint somewhere here. How that nostalgia gripped her more than she realized and yet even still she could not bring herself to feel that sadness, at least not anymore but rather she felt almost comforted in it.

What she would give to eat any of the numerous pastries and baked goods upon display from the countless tables. How did one choose, with a stomach near ravenous and all of those options? If the woman had no will power she was certain she would not hold back. As the trio moved within the crowded festival. The crowd thickened the further they ventured within it.

It was busier than even the Ark on their most active night... it would have been easy to be separated if not cautious, several people already bumping into the woman. It was some kind of miracle that Tobias hadn't gotten lost amongst the throng of people. He was ever vigilant to carve out that way for them all. If there was not a clear way... he made it. Mira had been lost to that worry of that....... Mascot who moved jovially through the crowd that amassed around it. She would be fine... as long as it stayed... right there. She found herself giving the giant Rudolph an exceptionally wide birth... She hadn't even realized she was holding her breath, that act almost entirely too discreet to notice.

That was until her name was spoken, that familiar rich baritone enough to make her forget nearly anything saw to her golden eyes to meet his own as her lips melted into a warm grin. The sudden reach of his waiting hand. Without question and perhaps a slight surprise she slipped her hand into his own. God, that mascot was getting closer and she found herself lingering closer to Tetradore then. She squeezed it gently, an affectionate discreet gesture. "It's not even lunch and it's packed like sardines." she mused as they made their way to the most impressive table she had seen, the very keen Tobias was quick to spot. The table proved to be satisfactory to him... and one could count on that leopard finding the table with the most bounty.

His tall figure easily spotted out over the thick crowds. There was no clear path there, but you best be sure that the leopard made one. The trail of disgruntled people grumbling and huffing their displeasure as he had to shame of physically moving whoever was not quick enough to steer clear. One woman who nearly knocked over her own child muttered something rather unfriendly.. Mira could do nothing, besides that fleeting glance the woman with her child saw something within that stare deciding to drop that outburst she was fully capable of offering. Tetradore tugged her along, losing themselves within that crowd. A casualty of the war for food... No one should get in the way of a predator and food.

At the very least no true harm was done and they were soon enveloped within the crowd for anyone to do anything about it. One minute they were all contently hmming and hawing over the copious choices displayed before them.. And the next.... Tobias was gone all the while Mira was next to Tetradore, her shoulder grazed his own, that subtle exchange of scents and reassurance subconsciously exchanged as the pair took in the wide array of goodies on display.. Mira was all too aware of the missing leopard... he was nowhere to be seen. Uh oh. That did not bode well. It was like releasing a wild animal within a public setting.. That and add the territorial-ness of his best friend... and that food... She could only hope the damage.... That was sure to come was contained until after they got their delicious morsels...

Tetradore's words drew her gaze toward her searching gaze, how easy it was to forget their hands were still nestled warmly within each others. "I am afraid my eyes might be bigger than my stomach." She admitted. How did she choose between the christmas baked goods, the chocolate danishes, and the variety of cookies.

But that thought of Tobi lost... returned to her once more. "Hey where did Tobi go?" It was the poor human families and the merchants that were entirely at risk. Tetradore seemed enamoured by the sugar cookies, hardly concerned with the disappearance of his mischievous leopard. That was until.. He suddenly popped up behind them with a copious amount of pilfered goods within his clutches. Mira could not help that sound of amusement that crossed the threshold of her lips. He was.. effective she had to give him that.

Tetradore hardly seemed phased by Tobi's offerings which he seemed quite smug about. The vendor seemed far more.... Shocked. Tetradore was quick to make that order, including the gingerbread men before the merchant could make a stink. Tobias already shoved one at Tetradore... and Mira too, which was an honour to be worthy of the lanky leopard's bounty.. The man never one to share which only showed his acceptance of the she-wolf, that did not go ignored. Mira and Tetradore's hand released then, soon distracted with that gingerbread man. "Thanks Tobi." She said as she drew the arm that she went to chew on first, unaware of those..... Judgemental eyes upon her. She was barely able to allow that cookie to touch her lips before Tobias all but yelled in outrage!

Alarmed, she jumped in surprise pulling that cookie back. " Shit! What did I do?" She questioned, startled, clearly baffled by that sudden outburst. She seemed startled and unfortunately.. A rather large group of people seemed to be watching that scene.

Tobias then declared those rules she had been all but oblivious to. How was she to know these rules? She exchanged a look with Tetradore whom was happily already chomping his own only, he started with the arms first.

"Hey.. If those are the rules than... why is Tetradore eating the arms first?" She gestured deviously toward the oblivious western king who was just content to enjoy that sugary bite. A touch of mischievousness spread across her lips.

The vendor looked at her expectantly, she turned glanced at him quickly. "I'll have the chocolate danish." She returned her gaze toward the two felines before drawing that gingerbread man to her lips once more, content enough decapitate the helpless cookie first. Head removed or not, it was good. Just in time, one of the other workers who warily brought forth what looked like their drinks.