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

These golden ashes turn to dirt;


Posted on May 11, 2022 by Mira Ramos
West

Some fear fire, but I've become it.


"Good, because this is the type of secret that is to the grave." Mira's face took on a look of faux seriousness, unable to help the way the corners of her lips eventually quirked upwards. That mention of her boyfriend spreading such rumours only prompted a surprised snort from the she-wolf. "Maybe in an alternate reality." It was the only way she could imagine such a scenario. "His reputation speaks for itself though." Oh how she could not lie that she could not pry her eyes away from the fight ring when her boyfriend stepped foot in it. She kept those wandering thoughts to herself, although she could not help but let them linger.

Even despite that time apart, the pair worked well in a content tandem with their drinks and good company. Without the constant pressure for time, the companionship was nice. Yet there was a thought she couldn't help but wonder. The leopard had practically become pack even if not in an official sense. Yet there was a time that even Mira understood that desire to resist, she had been like that too from the start. But it was odd, at least the she-wolf at how close she had become to that pack. Mourned the loss of that previous Ark along with them. Perhaps it was that level of comfort that existed between them that caused the she-wolf to at least lightly tease the woman, determined to keep that upbeat conversation from taking a tone that could spoil the mood. Those molten golden eyes that belonged to the she-wolf seemed to gleam with playfulness as the woman declared that she too was helpless against the thrall of the Nightshade pack. Mira's warm smile grew as her laugh still stained Carolina's words before she mentioned that it was nice to find a place of belonging. "It's the truth." The brunette woman nodded in emphatic agreement. How she had not found that sense in her previous pack.

The only real tragedy that appeared to linger in that very moment was how quickly their drinks had emptied. It was something Mira wished to swiftly remedy. It was Carolina's turn to make their drinks. The only requirement from the she-wolf was that it was strong. She had always liked her drinks a little on the stronger side. Always liked the taste of the alcohol even in those perfectly mixed beverages. How she often preferred the alcohol itself, if only she hadn't taken such a liking to mix those drinks. It was no secret how much she had enjoyed even making the most obscure concoctions, testing them out on her and any willing guinea pig. Carolina tossed that reply to Mira's words over her shoulder that strong was a 'given' at that point prompting Mira's sound of agreement as she diligently continued picking away at those diminishing boxes. It hardly felt like work at that current rate and they had already burned through a great deal even as they spoke. It wasn't long before Carolina finished that Mira could easily pinpoint just what the feline had chosen to make. If the copper cup was not a clear tell as it was. A Moscow Mule. Her attention slid over to Carolina as that toast brought only reminded her just how genuinely likeable she truly was. Strong drinks for equally strong women. "I couldn't have said it better myself.." Mira replied before, tipping back that glass and taking an eager mouthful. Oh that drink was strong, just as she promised. Carolina was at least a woman of her word. "So I am definitely going to be feeling it after this one." Mira added appreciatively, a chuckle escaping her parted lips.

After a moment of companionable silence, Carolina's voice rose from over the continuous faded music playing as Mira crouched and finished placing what was left of her current box in the cabinet below. The question drew her golden eyes toward the woman, rising from the crouch she was in before closing the cabinet door. "Pretty sure my answer is especially biased now." She offered easily... her hands wiping away imaginary dirt from her pants as she considered her following words with a grin.

"But.. Tet was the main reason for me. I mean, the pack obviously won me over too, of course. I was offered a place where I felt safe, a place I could belong. I didn't realize that I had been missing this pre-Nightshade pack either. I didn't know that there were packs out there where you were given a choice. No manipulation, no pulling rank. Tet always gave me a choice. If you haven't noticed, he is big on them. He would never force someone to be here. I could have left before and he would have let me without making me feel like crap just because he helped me that first night we met. Do you know how rare that is? Suddenly I didn't need to fight in order to keep the skin on my back... It almost felt too damn good to be true. This is ironic considering this place is known for its fights. But it's one thing to fight for your life and another to fight for sport." She drew her drink to her lips, a long flavourful pull as her golden eyes remained thoughtful. Placing the drink onto the polished bar countertop, she casually leaned her hip against it. She took a brief moment to simply appreciate her surroundings. A pink tongue ran across her lips to savour the flavour from the Moscow Mule that clung to them.

"Now look at this place." She gestured vaguely all around her. "Did you see this ship? Like actually see it? The bedrooms... Each and every one of us, in my opinion, is spoiled rotten. He made sure there was something for each of us too. There is even a movie theatre! Half the time I can watch the worst horror movies known to man with no complaints..." She sighed happily. That and the telescope she knew he got with her in mind... oh that was where she went to find peace. "Beyond that... I don't get why people give Tet so much grief. I get that change is hard but this pack wouldn't be what it is if it wasn't for him. Trust me when I say that I know a bad alpha when I see them. Pretty sure I wouldn't be standing here if he was.. Or dating him for that matter." Mira stated freely, giving her own honest answer as she eyed her rapidly dwindling boxes. "Probably more than what you asked for, huh?" Her lips quirked once more with a gentle shrug.