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 DID ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING


Posted on January 15, 2015 by REGAN IZUMI
West

Life at the Ark was a mixture of a hundred different emotions. She liked the arena. Hated the activity and noises. She liked being with others of her kind. Hated the strangers invading what she perceived to be her turf. All in all, she was an oxymoron of her own making. She liked and disliked every aspect of the Ark, because she was forever at war with herself.

Having been given a room on her arrival and acceptance into the pack, Regan found she had little use for it. Sure, she kept her few meager things in it. Along with the multitude of weapons she had accumulated over the years. However, when it came to sleeping, Regan found she couldn't settle. She felt too exposed. To much a target. She had lived alone, both hunter and hunted for far too long. She never felt safe. Not even here.

On one of her many scouting excursions, she had come across a catwalk in an empty area of the Ark. Off to the side, hidden behind a vent, was a perfect nest-like area. There, she had made herself a bed of blankets and pillows. Nestled in the middle, the ebony tiger sprawled across the expanse and enjoyed the quiet solitude this area of the Ark provided. Only two others knew of her spot here. Tetradore, for she believed he needed to know in case of an emergency and Raven, who had welcome access should she ever need it.

The sound of nails clicking against the metal catwalk, and the low rhythmic sound of breathing reached her ears before the accompanying scent of Raven. A gentle chuff escaped the tigers lips as Raven's head peeked into view, followed by the rest of her. The gentle press of Raven's head against her shoulder causes a smile to slip onto the feline's features. "Hello Raven." She pauses, brushing her muzzle against the hollow of the wolfen chest. "What brings you up here?" An easy enough question and yet, for some reason, Regan did not think the answer would be as simple.

Regan Izumi

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