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

I'm rusted from the rain


Posted on November 06, 2014 by Felicity Crow
West


The scent of non-human was getting thicker by the minute, disorienting Felicity and making it harder for her to find her way back to the safe(er), lamp-lit streets. It wasn't quite a maze, but everything around here looked the same, and the details that might have distinguished one alley from another were obscured by the darkness. Everything was smudged, as if covered in soot.

Felicity's body temperature continued to drop, and had she stepped close enough to anyone, they would have grown cold as well. Felicity did not shiver, however, did not even feel sleepy. Her skin began to frost over and the glittery crust on her wrists, neck, and ankles continued to shatter and re-form as she moved the joints. Her breath no longer steamed; it was as cold coming out of her lungs as it was going in.

Left, right, left, right; no matter which way she turned, she only seemed to delve deeper and deeper into this dark and suspicious place.

You really shouldn't be here--

Felicity didn't comprehend the rest of the message. She halted and turned around, her movements swift but not of the speed only fearful reflex can conjure. Before her stood a large wolf. Without even needing to take a breath and catch the scent, she knew it was a werewolf.

"I know I shouldn't be here," Fel said, her voice sharper than she had intended. "I'm trying to get out. I'm... I've never been here before." She was nervous, but her voice didn't shake. She didn't fear for her life, but she was certainly out of place here and these people knew it. She was suspicious. The minds of these people no doubt harbored unclean thoughts about strays, and Felicity did not want to be associated with them. She watched the wolf warily, trying to decide whether or not she was one of "these people." She couldn't help but doubt; the werewolf was keeping her distance and not acting aggressively. A little glimmer of hope made Felicity's frosty exterior deteriorate slightly; maybe this woman could help.

"I don't suppose you know a way out of here?" she asked hesitantly, her doubts returning. Fel could not handle another shift right now; her meals this past month had had days between them, sometimes more than a week. She had had no time to hunt. Even as a wolf, defending herself would not be so easy, but at least as a wolf she had a bit of hope. Now, as a human, and a weak and underfed human at that, she had nothing but her gift to help her, and that could only get her so far. She tried not to look too pleadingly at the she-wolf, but she hoped the other Were could at least see how appreciative she would be of the help.


Felicity Crow
I'm rusted from the rain
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