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

we have the blinding light


Posted on February 03, 2015 by minn
West
there are survivors, they're coming home



As long as she could do it with the least amount of effort as possible Minn was willing to go down fighting.

So was he, apparently, and Minn's attempt at effort was fading quickly.

One eye barely peered up at him from under the cover as he stood squarely over her, looking macho as fuck. Damn. From all the way down here he looked way bigger. Was she really fighting with someone that tall? And well built? Wow, she was kind of a moron. Except maybe not, because the view of the front of his pants from down here was...really pretty nice. Whaaat? She was a girl and he was a guy and if he was going to display himself like that she had to oblige by checking out his junk. So she did. But not for long.

Her nose wrinkled slightly as she stared at him, utterly secure in her spot on the floor despite the new sense of threat he brought with him. She wasn't gunna move, so what was he gunna do? Kick her around like a soccer ball? Hopefully not. Her side was still throbbing a little from the tumble from the bed and, not that the floor was particularly comfortable or anything, but being wrapped all cozy-like in his blanket with a pillow was pretty fuckin' amazing. She just reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaally didn't want to move. He could understand that, right? ...Right?

Nope.

Knowing the outcome of this situation before it even happened Minn grumbled incoherently from beneath the blanket, letting out a disgruntled, guniea-pig like sound as he hefted her up and over his shoulder. She clung to the pillow desprately as she was air lifted, about ready to shove the thing down into her tanktop before she was willing to surrender it. He was just lucky she didn't get motion sick. Thankfully the trip to her new location didn't seem terribly far away and with a air-gushing wrench of air she was tossed onto the new bed - which, by the way - wasn't NEARLY as comfortable as his. What a jip.

Minn wiggled for a moment to get situated again, curling up into a tight little ball that faced him. Once she became more or less settled her gaze fell back to the waiting panther, though for what she wasn't sure. To gloat he'd won? To make sure she didn't get up and head back to his room again? Please.

The more she watched him, though, the more contemplative and solemn her gaze became. In that brief moment her thoughts wandered back to why she was even here and the events that had taken place before then. After a drawn out moment of silence, Minn shook her head just slightly before her lips parted. "Don't you think people might miss him? You know, the guy you killed," She asked quietly, though her gaze was anything but soft. She stared at Tetradore calmly, but firmly, and maybe even with the faintest hint of a dark smirk.

they float in darkness, they're not alone
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