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

better than i used to be


Posted on October 01, 2020 by Alexis Wilde
West

The tension in the car was almost suffocating and the fox in her wanted to jump out the door and run as far as possible just to escape it, but she held her ground, knowing Tetradore deserved to know about her and Alexander. He should have known long before this. She'd been stalling, but she didn't know why. She wasn't ashamed of her relationship with the dark hunter. They knew what each other were, and accepted each other despite it. Raven knew about him, but no one else had gotten close enough to even ask so Alexis assumed it wasn't important. But apparently she was wrong. It suddenly seemed very important to Tetradore and guilt wracked her up inside that he had to corner her in a car to talk about it. When he spoke next, she could feel the burden he had put on his shoulders, just saying her name holding enough weight to it that she scowled in sympathy. She hated putting him in that position, like he was taking the blame on himself somehow.

He told her she was important and she felt her body relax into the car seat in response. She'd never been told such a thing and it made her heart swell with a sense of belonging. He told her they would have made time. Swallowing, she nodded in response, wanting him to know that she heard him, she was listening. Then he asked if there was anything else and she racked her brain, suddenly not wanting to hold anything back in case he thought she was keeping secrets. She wanted her pack involved in her life. Tetradore and his pack had come to mean so much to her. She wanted him to know how much it meant to her. "Um, I work in the cafe he owns on the eastern side of town. I'm a barista." She didn't know if he'd want to know that or not, but maybe he did.

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