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 22, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Always she did her best to keep to herself. Hardly did she wish to come walking about to unfamiliar places or where she didn't really belong. Though this was the West and after living here for far too long she had started to feel a rather rare amount of self-confidence when she roamed the streets. Deep down she had to admit it was slightly kind of fun hearing the whispers of the various fishermen discussing their next move in capturing the bear sized wolf or the deranged leopard that roamed the pier. Indeed her daily and nightly escapades were truly harmless. All they did was run around and take the food that they needed and simply chow down. Every now and then the fishermen would be brave and try to trap them or harm them, but each time they simply failed. How can a human outsmart a creature that carries the thoughts and actions of a creature that was half-human and all animal?

With the sun at its lowered spot, during a dismal autumn afternoon, the curly-haired woman was moving quite easily through the darken alleyways. After the Masquerade party Tobi had assured her many times that the warlock, Davante, was a male that she would grow to like. Seeing how she had came into his store, stole back her pack's dagger, and got Tobi to smack him behind the head she figured she might as well show a little bit of kindness. Carrying her basket filled with homemade bake goodies, for Tobias was not in the old warehouse where she stayed to eat them all, she pushed open the door ignoring the ding of the bell.

Blue-grey eyes narrowed slightly as she got used to the darker environment, allowing her eyes to adjust, as she wandered through the shelves and glass cases. Wearing a tighter fit black hoodie, because according to Nadya her old clothes were far too big, the fabric clung to her lithe frame perfectly- which was annoying. Setting the basket of homemade goods, covered with a checkered bandana her head tilted upwards when she caught the scent of a Hunter. Growling softly she moved through the narrow shelves, spying the woman looking at various knives of shape and size. With her knowledge of these weapons, after working at Lucian's weapon warehouse for a while, her eyes would briefly scan the case before she stood silently a few feet behind the blonde. Softly her haunting voice slid out as she simply stood there, her body tense and at the ready, even though she appeared so serene.

"Something caught your eye?"

Her head would tilt to the side slightly filled with curiosity. The poorly lit lamps above seemed to enhance those ghastly scars than ran along her face. Sullen blue-grey eyes simply stared back at the Hunter's own gaze, the she-wolf having some concern. After all this was where Tobias came to hang around and with Davante being seen as a prized item for her spotted friend, well, she felt it was only right she make sure that everything was...okay.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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