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

my own true love


Posted on March 17, 2022 by ashton doss
West



Ashton could understand the need to clear his head. Admittedly, he had pulled away from Malia to do just that. She was young and attractive and he couldn't stop thinking about her. She clouded his thoughts in all the best ways. She made him want to give up his religion for her. It was frustrating. He wanted to keep his morals and yet...he wanted her. The longer he saw her, the more he wondered if he would have to come to a point where he had to choose one or the other. He wasn't sure he'd be able to.

He smiled at her, his grin spreading from one ear to the next. "...and I much prefer walking. There's something peaceful and calming about it." And that was how he and Malia were very different. She thrived off the rush and he after the gradual relaxation. How two people who were so different could be so attracted to one another was a mystery.

He asked her how she had been, genuinely interested in how she was doing both physically and emotionally. Months ago she had been struggling with adjusted to her new role as Beta and he was pleased that it was finally working out. The idea of a pack was scary to him. For so long he had been forced to suppress what he was, that he had learned how to live and adapt to life on his own. It was a lonely life, but it was all he had.

At her question if he had been giving out more surf lessons, he chuckled. "That's actually how I make my money now. I hold classes every morning and I have some for experienced surfers in the evenings. It doesn't make much, but I live comfortably." He still lived in his rundown downtown apartment. It wasn't fancy or decorated, but it was his. There was very little in his life that he could call his own and his apartment was one of those things.

He nodded his head to the side, offering for her to walk with him if she wanted. "It's been a long time since we talked. I'm afraid that's by fault. My apologies." He wasn't quite ready to admit that he was scared by how much he wanted her. It was a feeling he had never experienced before and it was something he was learning to deal with. Most people would have just taken Malia home and showed her the best night of her life. But Ashton? He didn't feel good enough for her.



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