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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on October 19, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Had Raven known that Tobias had broken one of the oldest codes a male could ever do to their friend she may not have accepted his touch nor affection. Yet she had no knowledge with just how far the spotted cat had gone with the female panther. Public affection was not something she was used to, and it was something she only saw Tobias do to the few that he trusted. Allowing him to continue to lick her wounds allowed her a few moments to silently observe the silent weretiger all the while leaning into his frame feeling at ease. With the tiger now surrounded by the two males she felt a bit safer knowing that she could approach and stand beside the other closely. Out of all the super natural creatures that roamed Sacrosanct there was no one she should be afraid of. She was dating the only other Were that held the same amount of power and she had no reason to be afraid of him- or anything for that matter. Yet even with that in mind she was still wary of others. Placing herself beside Regan was a reassurance for herself that she had nothing to be afraid of. That and she couldn't allow herself to stand so close to Tetradore. Even though he had helped her out of the zoo and offered her a place in his pack, he was still male and as such her trust in him remained small, but that didn't mean it couldn't change. It had taken her months to trust the spotted feline and his subtle teaching only caused the process to go faster. Perhaps with the green-eyed cat she could learn to trust him as much as she trusted his friend that he seemed to be ignoring. There was still an air of distrust between herself and Regan, but seeing the scars on her skin only made the lupine see a small part of herself in her, and so, she was willing to at least try and get to know her. As Tobias spoke up about her desire to join his Alpha's pack, her eyes briefly shifted and held the emerald gaze of the other, before returning on the retreating form of his Beta. Softly her voice managed to press into his mind not wanting him to leave.

"Tobi...please stay?"

It was not hard to see that there was some underlining problem between the two male felines. The silence between the two was quite unbearable and all it did was simply agitate her. As Tobias began to stalk off towards the Ark, a well-known Were social place she steered clear away from, her attention returned to the only male feline left. Yet her eyes shifted when she saw the boy's familiar outline stop and for a moment she thought he was coming back. Yet as he threw the shoe, which dodged Tetradore, but aimed for Regan, her jaws opened as her teeth caught the shoe. For a moment she had this need to simply shake the shoe, that familiar scent of leather encouraging her to simply want to shred it to pieces, and yet that leather was mixed with Tetradore's scent. Thinking it best she does not chew on the shoe that belonged to her soon-to-be Alpha she stretched her head out and lowered it, gently dropping the shoe at his feet. An unfamiliar force seemed to wheedle its way into her mind as her head tilted listening to the girl speak. Softly her own voice gently eased into Regan's mind.

"My name is Raven, and you are in the West. They own it. The Leopard is Tobi, my best friend."

Her attention would return to Tetradore's as one grey-trimmed ear twitched at the sound of his baritone voice. Pleased to see the two felines were willing to communicate in this way, and feeling a sense of purpose for a change, her tail slammed into the pavement for a few moments with joy. Turning her head towards the panther, like any obedient canine, she would cautiously press her voice into his. Yet her voice was not the same. Instead it mimicked Regan's, her voice cold and beautifully haunting- not changing it at all. Just because Regan could not speak didn't mean she couldn't have a voice, and to the she-wolf, she felt it would be wrong if she changed it.

"I am Regan...what is this place and who are you people."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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