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 a veil; vice a mask


Posted on January 16, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West

There was a reason why she did not like heights and it had nothing to do with the fact she was a canine. Heights just weren't her thing. Each time she looked below was such a lofty place she would feel dizzy and her vision would go hazy. Back at Lucain's warehouse she constructed the hammock to be used for Tobias alone. Knowing that felines enjoyed being up somewhere high and safe, the boy always so very observant. It never occurred to her that he would demand her to sleep in the hammock beside him. Each time she leapt for the hammock she felt she was going to fall and die. Yet thankfully she managed to make the leap each time without having a scare. The hammock in his bedroom was much better...they weren't too damn high where they could kill themselves. Standing here on the catwalk, hidden from others just didn't make her feel comfortable. Black skull would tilt to the side as she peered over warily, seeing the patrons and fighters in the ring and her vision began to fade. Shaking her head to rid herself of her dislike she continued to head towards the giant tiger. Only when she made it to Regans' spot did she start to settle down lowering her head to Regan's. Although Regan tried to be gentle, her size and pressure always made the lupine move backwards, Regan a giant with the inability to be so gentle.


"I would prefer to be on the solid ground...up here is just..."


Being the only canine in the pack wasn't such a bad thing. No one ever really tried to exclude her. If anything everyone was understanding that she lacked their capabilities...like the joy of heights. The touching greeting was just something she had to adjust and get used to. Tobias always touched her with head or shoulder, or his entire body and tail. Feeling the slide of another's' form against her wasn't so odd now. She felt much more confident each time she mimicked this gesture. Only when she did it to Tetradore, and he'd touch her did she turn into a shamble of nerves. She was working on it though or at least trying. For her it was just learning to trust him and get comfortable around him. Not once had he done anything wrong or something to make her not trust him, but it was just an adjustment she had to work on. There was one thing that concerned her now that she was officially a part of the pack. Nadya, Tetadore's pregnant sister, was the Second and Raven could not respect the female feline. With Nadya she was torn. Part of her wanted to attack her and the other part of her wanted to support her. Though really if anyone understood her position...they wouldn't blame her for feeling this way. With the pack meeting coming up she would have to see Nadya and feel the distrust and dislike radiating off the feline. Now that Regan was a part of their pack, most likely without Nadya knowing, Raven was concerned with the blow up that would follow. Slowly the lupine would lie down in front of Regan resting her head over her paws, trying so very hard to not think that she was up so high.


"Just...concerned is all for the pack meeting."



"talks like this"

Raven


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