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

I Wear this Crown Of Thorns


Posted on May 13, 2014 by L U C I A N
West

GO AHEAD AND PLAY DEAD




Her eyes betray her fear, she is a submissive female. A follower, not a leader. She does not have Alpha genes in her blood. I remain calm, movements deliberately slow and benign so as not to scare her away. Her whole body tenses, the fine lines of her scarred face cringing at the knowledge of her trespass.

But I am not a particularly cruel wolf, nor am I unkind... at least not in the current state of mind I'm in. I listen patiently as she explains herself, refusing to take the hand extended, and I withdraw the peace offering slowly, understanding that as a naturally submissive animal she must also be instinctively cautious and shy.

"Well, it is not quite yet my place. There are still a few minor... formalities, that need be taken care of. Do not fear me, young lady, You've not yet crossed any lines."

She watches me through guarded eyes, truly ill at ease and I wonder why a strong healthy young she-wolf would lack any sense of confidence or purpose.

"Where is your pack?" I ask with a quiet authority, though I already suspect I know the answer. The scent of other wolves is stale and practically non-existent upon her skin. By my logic, she was either a rogue or an orphan, a suspicion that would surmise why she would find companionship in the large cat now perched upon the dumpster, for which she now stroked his plush fur gently. My eyes are hard upon him, guarded, the muscles in my frame taught should he decide to provoke an attack.



She turns several shades of rose red upon my query regarding their relationship. But it is not that status of aforementioned relationship that stuns me, so much as her measure of self worth. Her words nearly make me scoff at the very notion of it.



"Don't be absurd," I snorted callously, giving my head a dismissive shake. "Everyone is important, sweeting. From the greatest Alpha to the lowliest Omega, each individual serves a purpose and a role, it is what makes a pack a functioning unit. Without each member performing at their best, they would crumble and fall... Have your Alphas not taught you this?"



I was baffled that she should find herself so insignificant, was the Cat to blame of her self-ignorance? Was she his pet of sorts? perhaps she's never lived within a pack before, and only knows the teachings that are portrayed from feline Weres, whatever those might be...



She introduces us then, I and the Leopard, though he seems about as enthusiastic about the formal meeting as I feel.

"Tobi..." I taste the name, attempting not to let it sour upon my tongue too hastily. After all, no claws or fangs have bitten into flesh yet. All in all, it was going rather well. The cat stands and disappears atop the roof and I incline my head to watch as his figure vanishes over the ledge.



"Interesting fella. So, what's your name then? " I am given to speak absently, just before he re-emerges with a steely thud upon the dumpster, pulling on a pair of dingy denim jeans and revealing his youth in his human skin.



I was easily 10 years his senior, he was practically a kitten, and now I could understand the overbearing dominance and arrogance in his swagger. Young males coming in their prime are often over zealous and over confident, hot tempered and quick to instigate a fight when they feel threatened.



Thus it is not at all surprising when the young man speaks, quite primitively I might add, in regards to my invasion of 'His' space.

"Is that right?" One brow arches quizzically, hands slowly folding the glasses in the grip as I meet his gaze evenly. It was a bold firm gaze, but not brimming with hostility or disdain. I was a patient Wolf and I had the advantage of experience on my side. I simply wait and listen to what the boy had to say, biding my time for the right opportunity to present itself.



He goes on to claim not only my piece of the sidewalk, but the building, the roof, the street and pretty well everything within eyesight. And then the inevitable demands begin.



"True enough, I never asked because I was unaware there was anyone to ask." Whether or not the boy can comprehend my words I cannot say nor do i truly care. I feel that opportunity knocking, and thus the payment needed is spoken.



A meal every night, that was the cost to remain upon this bit of ground without bringing the matter to violence. It was not exactly an easy offer to uphold. It would take a lot of work to provide so much sustenance not only for myself and whatever pack I may raise, let alone adding another mouth to feed simply out of polite etiquette.



But it seems Tobi isn't entirely unreasonable. He's given to offer me a choice, for which I glance down at the Fossil brand aviators, fingers instinctively flexing over the item with care. They were my favorite pair, a limited edition at that. But in the grand scheme of things, a pair of sunglasses was a small price to pay for what future endeavors my ambitions entailed. I grinned a suave expression, hear that? That's the sound of Opportunity at my door.



"I'll do you one better, Tobi."



Deep baritone speaks with a business-like air. "I think we can be of great use to one another. You can have these..." I continue, waving the glasses before him pointedly, "And I will provide a hearty meal once a week, if you will continue to keep close guard of this area, and tell me of any suspicious activity or people taking place that I need to look into and take care of... in other words, be my eyes and ears. If you watch my back, I will watch yours."



I wait, one hand with glasses extended to see if the young man would accept my terms, and add as a final afterthought, "You may also come and go at your leisure, for refuge or a place to sleep... you, and your young friend here." I nod towards Raven, who still had yet to offer up her name.







SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY

YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME



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