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 December 28, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


For such an apathetic and frequent brooder he should at least find it odd that members, not of his pack, would want to stand on the deck of his ship alone. A bit odd really. Sure only one of them stuck around the Ark for a long time, but their pure intentions could be twisted. For all he knew they could have come with sinister intentions. Before he gave permission for the ebony tiger to stay within the West he had inquired if the two were working up a plan to usurp his control. Lately the two had been spending time together, but it was hardly nefarious. Tetradore was the only one that could provide the two females what they wanted and it had nothing to do with taking over his pack. While he turned around to face them her head would tilt to the side puzzled that he wasn't really looking at them. For a moment she would peer over at the larger feline at her side, one grey-trimmed ear twitched in an uncertain manner. When he turned back around to let them be on their merry way she took a tentative step forward unsure with just what kind of mood he was in. For all she knew he was as volatile as Tobias.

"Funny you should say that, we were hoping you'd keep us around...If the offer still stands we'd both like to join your pack."

While he was questioning his title and role as an Alpha there were at least two individuals that saw him exactly as that. It was true, his current pack was going through some turmoil, but adding new members wasn't necessarily a bad thing. If anything new followers mixed with current members could help make the older members behave. For a moment her bushy tail would flick side to side in a nervous manner quite unsure with just how she could ease into the next topic. There were some pretty good options that she could take. Most of them were about sweeping the issue under the rug and simply letting things unfold after she joined, but that didn't seem fair, or morally right at all. With a side glance thrown in Regan's direction for some sort of sign to continue she gave out a heavy sigh and promptly sat down. Hesitantly she spoke up trying to keep her eyes on him rather than his paws.

"There is just one thing you need to know about me...I'm feral. I don't mean to be, but sometimes it just...happens and when it does I don't recognize anyone or what I'm doing until my mind snaps back."

While she spoke to her would be Alpha she was unaware that her dark memories were pressing into each feline's mind like a movie screen. There were quick snippets of her younger self being locked in a cage, a helpless pup forced to sit there, as if she were some terrible creature. A few seconds later that same docile pup began to snarl and transform into a more primal terrifying fur ball, with her teeth snapping to and fro. While the pup grew evidence of abuse and malnourishment could be seen on her scarred weak frame. Here and there were small pieces or memories filled with seconds of her mistreatment by her own kind and yet that would rapidly change as disoriented images showed the adult damaged lupine attacking her own kind. Who could blame her for snapping after being mistreated for so long, and yet at closer inspection her movements were disjointed and unpredictable that feral mind maintaining control. Lifting her head some she would shake it side to side to dispel the fragments of her memories unaware that either feline was given the chance to take a view on her never ending nightmares.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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