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 (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
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

come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry


Posted on January 20, 2021 by Henry Tudor
West

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

This year had been a fucking mess. First their home sank to the bottom of the ocean, then the pandemic shit nearly everything down. While things were slowly getting back to normal on that note, the year still didn't feel welcoming at all. His life this year had been a rollercoaster at best with no real direction evident. Henry was lost in so many ways and he hated that feeling.

After receiving the text, Henry made sure to put a calendar alert in his phone, because he knew he would forget. Sure enough, Henry had found the only bar open on Christmas and he had made himself quite at home. First it was just a glass of whisky, then two, then three.

His phone began buzzing on the bar table beside him, scaring the shit out of him at the same time. Picking it up, he looked down at the reminder, sighing softly to himself. He cleared the alarm an stood from the bar. Placing a few bills on the counter, he tucked his phone back in his pocket before he left the bar.

Hailing a cab, Henry slid into the back seat and told the man to head toward the docks. While riding silently in the car, Henry thought about the fact that he should probably buy him a new car. It wasn't like he didn't have any money. Now that he had his ID and credit cards, he gained access to his bank accounts and generous trust fund. Maybe he'd buy himself that Tesla he'd been eying. Until then, the cab would have to do.

As the driver pulled up, Henry looked at the other cars gathered. He wasn't the first one here, but that didn't surprise him in the least. Thanking the man, he handed him some money before he stepped out of the car and shut the door. He watched as the cab took off before he turned back to eye the yacht. It was fancy, a little too fancy for him. It reminded him of the yacht he had rented for his date with Sterling...the same date that ended in disaster. Henry hated the new Ark...if only for that very reason. Despite being a silly reason, he wasn't sure if he could ever accept it.

Slow steps took him up and into the yacht, his eyes searching for the rest of the pack. He could hear voices in the distance and he followed them, looking around as he went. By the time he arrived there, nearly everyone was already gathered. Ever the non-social one, Henry leaned his back against the wall, watching those gathered. He didn't recall ever meeting Raven and Tobias' kid, but he was certainly cute enough. No doubt he would be the Nightshade's mascot for many years to come.

Eyes locked with Tetradore, his silent way of saying hello, without opening his lips. He didn't want to explain how the new boat made him feel. Now wasn't the time. He should be happy that he has a new home. No longer does he have to crash at the hotel. And yet, he just couldn't. Hopefully no one else picked up on his lack of enthusiasm.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again


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