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

and then again to ash


Posted on February 01, 2015 by minn
West
there are survivors, they're coming home



She knew he wouldn't deny it, and why should he? He'd done it to accomplish something no on else had dared to. He did it because he'd wanted to. Because he could. Hell, maybe he was proud of it. That'd be kind of fucked but it didn't make a difference at this point, she supposed. Maybe there was a deeper reason behind it all, something that sounded a little less animalistic - but Minn sure didn't know about it. Did anyone? Maybe if it'd been that important Otto would have handled things differently, even though the polar bear could be more stubborn than she could at times. He didn't like threats, either. She could see why maybe he'd put up such a fight with this guy over here. Tetradore was kind of an asshole. Pushy. Just the kind of cat Otto would enjoy picking a fight with. Too bad it cost him his life.

Cost others their life too, in a less drastic kind of way. Her life had been turned upside down when Tetradore had decided to move the neighborhood in. So had every other member of Otto's group whether they stayed or went. Minn had never been particularly close the the guy, not really - Otto, that is. But he had friends. He had his own little family to look after, to protect. You think that most members want to welcome the new guy with open arms when he's still covered in the blood of the guy he killed? Yeah, Minn resented Tetradore a little. He'd ruffled feathers that had already been preened. She'd been happy... more or less, and now that she'd finally returned to the scene of the crime the jerk couldn't even let her sleep in a little.

When he answered she peered over her shoulder at him quietly, eyes still heavily laden with sleep. It seemed for that moment she actually took a few minutes to comprehend the guy standing over her. Even after all these years, all those brief, fleeting encounters that didn't really count - she could finally see him. The black panther that had skulked around the Ark for as long as she could remember, the boy who's ambition was enough to take on Otto head to head and come out ahead. He was big. Strong. Annoying, too, and looking utterly displeased.

Meh.

It was Minn's turn to roll her eyes though the motion was cut short before her eyelids closed for the millionth time. "So stop bitching," She suggested in a mildly irritated lull. "And get in the bed. There's more than enough room." Man, what a baby. "I won't be here forever," She added as a tired after thought, followed by a not so sure sounding mumble. "....Probably."

Minn even took the action of scooting over for him a little, though it was more of a half-hearted, sleep deprived worm wiggle that didn't get her very far. Still, she was sure he could easily fit if he wanted to. Didn't seem like it, though. Oh well. More room for her.

they float in darkness, they're not alone
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