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 February 08, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


There is a small piece of similarity between the two. Raven was quite comfortable being close to the massive obsidian tiger. The two had their own troubled past and it allowed the two to bond and cope with their struggle. They did not need to talk about it or explain their side. There was just a natural understanding between the two and this could not be mimicked with others. Although she was not trained or built to kill another she was quite capable of making the mistake when her mind went unstable. It was never something she was proud of and she always did her best not to go down that road while she went feral. It was extremely difficult to keep a hold of her already damaged moral compass, but she always did her best. Lying beside Regan brought relief to the troubled she-wolf. It was not in her place to judge another for what they had done in the past. She was ashamed of her own and knew it would be highly unfair or morally wrong to judge others on their own. There was a reason why she could ignore the past of others, because she never would want to be judge on her own.


It was unusual for a meek creature to actually want to be beside those that were extremely dangerous...even if she wouldn't want to admit she, herself, was dangerous at times. Yet the weak always stayed close to the strong. Every night she was coiled around her equally feral companion without a concern for her well-being knowing for a fact she would never be in danger at his side. As for leading her to hazardous situations...well...that was a completely different matter. Being beside Regan was not different to her being close with Tobias. Both were quite capable of killing her on the spot and yet she had no reason to fear that they would. Even Tetradore had an air of danger surround him, but unlike the others she would always keep a fairly far away distance from him. The last time she was close to him he had rubbed up against her and reminded her that he saw her naked. So...he was the last person she wanted to be close to.


It was good to be resting beside Regan. The pack bond between them was a subtle buzz in the back of their minds that allowed the two to connect even more. Keeping her head resting along the tiger's shoulder she would lift her head a moment she lick the back of her ears in an affectionate manner. This was something she learned from Tobi to be a good act, apparently cats liked this sort of thing. Although really she hated getting fur caught on her tongue. As she quietly explained her disdain in their elusive highly ranked pack member it shocked her that Regan would be so quickly against the panther. Both grey-trimmed ears laced backwards as she shook her head. There was a reason why she disliked Nadya, but for Regan to follow along was not something she would condone. Regan had to come up with her own opinion about Nadya...when she actually met her. Although her voice held disapproval it was soft, gentle, so as not to make Regan feel disgruntled.


"You do not know her and you are relying on one opinion about her...when you meet her you can make your own judgment."


It is the horrifying suggestion of actually killing Nadya that jolted the oddly marked she-wolf upwards in shock. One grey paw gently placed itself on the tiger's snout, batting at it still with placidity. This was to cause the tiger to cover her sharp deadly weaponry teeth. That was such a bad thought that she had no idea why Regan would suggest such a thing. To kill, especially due to dislike was highly unacceptable. The only reason an individual should take away another person's life was if they had to protect their own life from ending or another's. Shaking her head yet again her voice would press gently against her own wanting to loosen this tension and anger in her friend.


"As for killing her...that is wrong. You should only kill when it is necessary and it is a last resort should someone be killing you or killing your own."


Taking her paw off the tiger's muzzle she would lie her head over her paws. Sadden eyes roaming on the creatures below. Another fight was going on within the cage and she was pleased to see her spotted companion was not in it this time. She would rub her shoulder against Regan's side wanting to rub away the tension. That calm voice held a solemn suggesting tone trying to steer those dark thoughts away and make her compass point in the right direction.


"Tetradore would not be pleased, you would hurt him and Tobias if you did that. Nadya is going to be a Mother and that would be highly unfair to her children. Nadya should not be killed, there is no valid reason, but she should not be a Second."



"talks like this"

Raven