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

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Posted on April 23, 2015 by Alexis Wilde
West


I know I probably shouldn't be alone on the west side, especially after what just happened. I just couldn't make myself run far enough to get away from him. Anywhere would do, as long as it doesn't smell like him. And yet I'm glad if anyone found me, it's Raven. She of all people would understand, right? She might not hate me. I'm sure she's confused as to why I'm here. I usually don't come to the west. I try to stay out of the pack territory because I don't want any trouble. I don't want to start any drama or have anyone else trying to recruit me into their pack.

She moves in closer and I burrow my head deeper, not wanting her to see my face like this. But she curls up around me and I feel a little safer perhaps with her here, though I just have flashbacks of that day outside the den. She was so helpless to his powers. Who wouldn't be? So if he does come after me, she'll be his victim once more. My jaw tightens. As Raven stands over me, I curl up motionless until I feel her teeth clasp against my scruff. I feel my whole body go limp because even though I never had a mother to do this to me, my body still reacts the instinctive way, the endorphins from that spot being pinched flowing through my veins and aiding in soothing my troubled soul.

She carries me out from the wall and then gently puts me back down. I sniffle and curl up once more and then she wraps around me and my body stiffens, my mind telling me I don't deserve her understanding, her kindness. She shakes her head at my words, seeming more confused by the minute. I know I'm probably going to have to tell her what I did now. I feel her nose against my muzzle and I shudder at its coldness but I don't pull away, strangely comforted by her touch. She licks my forehead and I head a soft sigh fall from my lips. Then she asks what happened and like ice water hitting my skin, I shudder and tense up once more. My voice comes out as a whisper.

"He-he came and he made me...well he didn't make me...I killed someone, Raven. A hunter. He was after me and he came and tortured him and....he told me things...I killed him. I put an arrow in his chest. Then he KISSED me, Raven. I don't understand..."

My voice trails off, my body back in panic mode just talking about it. My body trembles uncontrolably. I'm not even sure she'll be able to understand. I never named Frost; will she know it was him? Will she make me name him? I burrow even deeper into her fur, wanting safety and comfort.

alexis wilde

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