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 (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
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

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Posted on April 28, 2021 by Erik Tolgan
West


It took everything in him not to immediately jump to violence when that hand landed on his shoulder. His lone thought in that moment was that he needed to find Veronica before she disappeared and this stranger was an obstacle, something in his way that he needed to eliminate. Maybe it was any other scent that hit his nose, he would have turned with a fist ready to wrap around the unsuspecting stranger's throat. But when he smelled vampire, his predator instinct told him to wait. A vampire wouldn't be protecting a Dark Hunter, right? It was probably unrelated to his tracking. So instead, he tempered his Viking rage and slowly turned toward voice saying his name.

His shoulders remained hunched as he turned his icy gaze on the man before him. This one had no business being in a club. The suit was custom tailored and freshly ironed. His posture spoke of authority and power. He was obviously someone important in the city. Once Erik's probing gaze met the man's face, he recognized him instantly. He'd seen it enough on newspaper headlines: Sacrosanct's mayor. A vampire mayor? He didn't see that coming. He couldn't help but wonder if the residents even knew. His brows creased in question, especially when the man asked if they could speak for a moment. Raising a lone brow, he followed the man's pointed finger to the table in the VIP section with his gaze, looking over the assistant standing by with mild curiosity as he tried to study the situation.

He really didn't want to lose his trail but he also knew with her scent to memory, he could track her three days from now and still be able to find her. The sooner the better, of course, but he couldn't just be rude to the mayor and walk away, right? He thought through his options before finally he gave a single dip of his head and walked toward the table, taking a seat as gracefully as a panther while his eyes never left the man before him. He wanted to speak? Let him speak.