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

QUITE AN EXPERIENCE TO LIVE IN FEAR, ISN'T IT?


Posted on October 20, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
West
"WHAT IS IT LIKE?" HE WHISPERED
"IT'S LIKE DROWNING. EXCEPT YOU CAN SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU BREATHING." I REPLIED
The night would see Regan wandering through the darkness. A shadow in the shape of a tiger detaching itself from the blackest of backdrops. She is a phantom unto the dockyard -- a silent predator wandering in seclusion. The tiger prefers it that way...needs it to be such. The girl was not designed to be around others. She knew this and accepted it. She was better off alone. Always had been, always would be. There were some lessons you simply learned the hard way. That way you never forget...Regan's was etched into her very skin. No. She'd never forget.

Regan senses the moment something 'Other' crosses into her territory. Ok, well, it's not really hers, but while she occupies this sector of the dockyard she would treat it as such. The only one she would relinquish its control to would be the emerald eyed panther...but this energy did not belong to him. Of this the girl was certain. With a silent snarl on her lips the obsidian tiger melts once more into the shadows -- doing what predators do best. Hunting.

It doesn't take the tiger long to spot the pale figure 'sleuthing' into the dockyard. The large ebony head tilts while her violet gaze remains locked on the Vampire. What would a Vampire be doing sneaking onto Were territory? Regan was utterly convinced this crimson haired beauty had not been invited. Guests do not feel the need to sneak. Hmm. Whatever should she do?

For long moments the tiger watches her from atop a large shipping container. Scenarios playing out inside her mind. In many of which the girl does nothing. Simply allows the Vampire to continue on her way. Far be it from Regan to stop her. She didn't even belong to this pack...she had no reason to defend it from possible threats. Although... A snarl curls her lips, peeling the ebony flesh back over large ivory fangs. She was really starting to hate this moral compass that seemed convinced she was destined to be a hero this week. Hopefully that meant next week would be filled with killing. Shaking her head, Regan leaps from the shipping container to land a few feet in front of the young Vampire. That silent snarl still etched into her features.

She prowls a few steps forward, her tail lashing back and forth with obvious displeasure. The violet eyes fixed on the invading party. The large ebony head tilts and Regan is still left wondering what on earth she was doing.


WERE-TIGER -- FEMALE -- CHI MANIPULATION -- MUTE -- PLAYED BY MEGS.

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