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

the stars in their orbits


Posted on May 19, 2014 by NADYA
West

and the stars in their orbits shone pale through the lightof the brighter, colder moon


One day Tobias' behavior, running headlong into situations without thinking, was going to get a dark hunter's attention and get him maimed or killed, this Nadya was sure of. The city of Sacrosanct may have been a sanctuary for the supernatural to live without worry of shifting, magic, and the likes but it didn't mean that you were untouchable. Just like any city, if you became a danger to others there would be a hunter to cull you. She thought Tobias would have learned that lesson by now, though tonight seemed like he would learn rather fast that there were consequences to his actions and not everyone would cower beneath him.

Nadya had stepped forward into the doorway when Tobias rushed forward in all his leopard glory, snarling his discontent at the woman whom he considered an intruder. On one hand Nadya wanted to rush forward and shout at him to stop, thus was her nature, to protect people from Tobias' erratic behavior, but the fact that the woman was a witch made the young girl uneasy. She felt they were much more unpredictable than others since they could harm you without the need of weapons or the ability to shift. So for now Nadya stood motionless, chocolate eyes growing wide as the witch produced a gun, forgoing using the power that she had witnessed moments ago for the man-made. One hand flew up to her chest, fingers brushing her throat as her other clenched to a fist at her side, torn between her need to run to safety and that to remain with her packmate. Nadya had little time to decide as a small vial was thrown into the room, exploding into a blue coiling mass of mist that surrounded Tobias' angry form, freezing him in place. Her mood swayed instantly from fear to anger, gaze narrowing as she rushed forward, skirting around the perimeter of the mist. In her mind it had been an unnecessary attack, one worthy of retort whereas Tobias' had been all display.

"You fix him; he didn't do anything to you!" Nadya shouted angrily, her gaze snapping between the two women and then Tobias. As the anger rose in her it became impossible to fight off the Were inside that she had been keeping at bay all night. The need to help her pack and defend herself was too strong, the fire of pain licked at her veins as the quickest change she had ever experienced took over. There was no time to remove any clothing as one minute there was a young girl and the next fabric splitting and tearing, falling to the floor in scraps as a large black jaguar stood in its place. Her long tail lashed around angrily, ears plastered against her ebony skull as cats eyes glared at the women, a rumble of a growl emitting easily like the starting of a lawnmower as her tongue licked out to taste the air. She tried to reach through the barrier, feeling through the pack bond if Tobias was still ok. "Tobias...look at what you did! Are you ok?!"


Nadya Tetradore


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