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

sharp objects make me giddy


Posted on September 30, 2014 by Katarina Foster
West

Kohl continues to cry out for me but I can't risk taking my eyes off the wolf, the most immediate threat. I don't know how he feels about heights but now is not a good time to be spooking when I have a werewolf staring me down and he's got a leopard guy trying to literally crawl up his jeans. I wouldn't say we're in the best position right now. When the wolf's gaze moves behind me, I know then that I can venture a glance. Kohl is looking very much in turmoil right now, struggling to hold onto the roof as he tries to kick off the other were still clawing at his legs. Again, this would be a perfect time to laugh but I can't seem to make it happen. Instead I just really want to stab something.

When I hear a crash and a yelp, I turn my attention for one second, hoping the wolf does the same as I look to see if Kohl is hurt. I can see him swinging and I manage to put two and two together, a slow smirk working its way across my face. He's actually fighting back, slamming the were against the wall. I guess he can man up when he wants to. I turn back to the wolf, my stance still battle ready. Maybe the fear for her friend's safety will make her turn the magic off and fight fair. Of course, I should have known better. The wolf snarls when she hears the cry of her friend, her eyes narrowing at my words. Her word make something in me tighten but my face tightens in anger. When she lifts her paw, I can sense that she's not going to actually hit me so I stand my ground but I wasn't ready for the telekinesis. I suddenly feel my body being propelled backwards until I land hard again the metal dumpster and fall into the debris. The adrenaline running through my body manages to keep me conscious where a normal human might have been out cold. I instantly start rummaging around, trying to get my footing and find my knife so I can stab it in her cold damn heart.

I glance up when I hear her slamming something into a wall and my heart plummets, instantly knowing it must be Kohl. A ferocious cry leaves my lips as I grab for another blade I had hidden and I stand, sending it flying at her side. Soon enough another body joins me and I feel the breath return to my body when I see that it's Kohl. I rush to him as fast as I can through the garbage, grabbing his shoulders gently as I try to see if he's hurt and how bad, to see if he's still breathing, still living. I've never felt more helpless. That is, until the latch of the dumpster suddenly slides closed. I look up, eyes narrowing, figuring they're just planning to trap us in here so they can get away. But then I smell smoke. Panic strikes my heart as I look down at Kohl. I start shaking his shoulders.

"Kohl, Kohl, wake up. God dammit, wake up!"

I shake him a little bit more and when I decide that's not going to work, I slap him in the face, hoping that will get him moving. I start coughing as the exertion makes the smoke enter my lungs that much quicker and I know that we're going to roast in here alive if we don't do something. I look around, hoping against hope that something will hit me. I move away from Kohl, pushing at the sides of the dumpster until I feel a weak point, I scrape at the wall with my knife and rust comes away. Looks like this side of the dumpster has been close to the wall for a while and rain has been getting to it, causing the metal to slowly corrode away. I close my eyes, drawing all the strength I can before I drop my shoulder and suddenly slam into it. I feel it give some so I back up a little more, slamming into it again.By now, my shoulder is throbbing and I know I'm going to have plenty of bruises and cuts from this encounter but right now all I can think about is getting me and Kohl out of here.

I take another deep breath and with a cry of anguish and desperation, I slam into the wall once again and this time it gives way. I feel the metal breaking, cutting into my flesh as I break through it and smoke billows in. I draw my arm across my mouth, coughing erratically as I turn back for Kohl. I draw his arm around my other shoulder and pull us both through the hole. I look around, wanting to make sure the weres are good and gone before I pull us out but by this point, I'm willing to risk it cause there's no way we can stay in the dumpster much longer. I pull out my knife just in case, my eyes readily saying the message back off as I move against the wall of the warehouse, looking for the nearest escape.


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