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

Don't fret precious, I'm here


Posted on January 05, 2015 by Davante Dorian
West
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

I'm pretty sure the sole reason I invited Finley to the shop with me that afternoon was so that my kitchen ceiling would remain untouched and without the batter stains it had recently begun to acquire. What was it about my brother that was so amiss in a kitchen? Did he merely step over the threshold and suddenly all appliances become possessed with psychotic need to destroy all clean property and ruin it with bits of ... egg yolk? The previous Sunday, my home had looked like an incredible battle had struck it's location with splatters of poorly made pancake batter dripping like blood down the kitchen walls. Imagine this scenario in every kitchen of every home, and then change your image of it and imagine this scenario in every kitchen during every meal. And there you have it! Finley Dorian, folks, for the win with his inability to feed himself at the ripe age of 23. That particular time, I had offered to buy pizza in order to quite literally pay for his shortcomings, but I didn't want to leave him alone for any number of meals that I might have to clean the remnants of.

When I had left the back room of the shop, I had assumed that the mess he could make in the shop was going to be far less than the one he could make in my kitchen. Besides, kitchen appliances were a pain in the ass to fix and the metal wasn't always amiable to being mended in the various ways I chose. There hadn't been too many clangs or suspicious sounds coming from the larger area of the shop so I had assumed it was safe to say that Finley had survived the ... Okay, okay. It was safe to say that my weapons had survived Finley's stay in their shop. When I'd surfaced, I'd looked around the shop to find my brother creating a pyramid of daggers that was impressive enough that I left the structure to stay put while calling his attention elsewhere. Quick to my command, his attention dances to me and his hands willingly outstretch to the weapon that is thrown his way so that it lodges comfortably and familiarly between his hands as he faces me.

"You ready to get down to business, Finn? Who are we gunna defeat?"

Nearly about to start humming the lyrics to a popular song from the Disney movie "Mulan", I had greeted Finley's first swing of his blade with the corresponding blade of my own sword that was all too happy to move through the air with an ease that could only come from my own hands. The metal was soulful, aching to move in every way I wanted it to until I was sent spinning instead of clashing against the steel of Finley's sword with a melodious cacophony. A soft voice breaks the silence of what should have been an artful ... and probably awful sounding clang created by our mock sword fight. Who walks into a shop when the sign is off? Better yet, who walks into an armory of all places with their hackles up? And the balls to touch merchandise off the clock? When Finley looked to the woman, I followed his gaze towards their destination of the petite woman now existing in the shop with us.

"Finley, did you hear something?" I asked, staring straight at the woman, allowing Finley's words to provoke whatever response they may from her, before I should choose to address the ... Tiny little lady who had accosted me verbally in the middle of my preparing my little brother for a battle against the Huns.




D A V A N T E



Don't fret, precious.
I'm here.


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