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

God I want to Dream again


Posted on June 02, 2015 by Calliel Alosi
West


You know I think I've decided that it is best to stay away from males all together. Yes, yes I think that would be the best thing. I am sure Father would be proud. Mother I don't really know, but I know damn well Father would be cheering about my decision. We never had to talk much about relationships or what to look out for. I think Mother and Father taught me well to follow my own beliefs and gut. My gut believes that Frost is not good, but he isn't bad either. Similar to my Uncle, but I am willing to be underneath his care due to our blood. He is the only family I have left and I will not do anything to lose that. I know that my connections with a ark Hunter is going to be dangerous, but I am not going to do anything that would give that away. I don't want him hurt. The only ones that is aware of my relation to him are the Council and Frost. I know the Council will not say anything. Even though Frost is a Were I do not think he would reveal my secret. I'm not sure why, but that is what my gut is saying.

Although right now I am not one that really wants to see him right now. My thoughts on him are twisted and I am sure part of it is because I am such a young girl. He had came to my new residence with my Uncle and decided to wheedle his way through as he would call it, a polite conversation, but he did rub me the wrong way â€" only once. He is different. It isn't his fault that he is the way he is, just as I am the way I am. Although my Uncle irked me earlier this evening. I had broken one of his many rules. Sure it is a bit reasonable, do not allow supernaturals in your home, but Frost had come on his own accord. According to him it was due to his heat sensing ability and along with his creepy ability to catch scent, more importantly hormone scents, and quite frankly that is a bit creepy. Yet I knew he would not harm me, I just knew, and when I explained to my Uncle he just wouldn't have it. So, I did as any girl on the cusp of adulthood would do â€" I stormed out.

I had managed to walk myself over to the West side sticking to the streets that still contained lamp posts. I know this isn't such a safe place. I mean you have humans here that work on the ships and some on various trades, and there are multiple warehouses that run legal and nefarious businesses. I have heard of the Weres owning some sort of boat where they fight, but as my Uncle tells me, my kind would not be permitted. I know it is extremely late tonight and with the rain falling I should make my way back to my Uncles' but I just don't feel like going there. As I lower my head to curb the fall of rain I notice a familiar shape of a male that I had saw earlier. I can still feel the place where his lips pressed against my cheek, like a scalding brand, that I do not think will ever go away. It seems to flare only because I am near him. Quietly I move towards him and I notice the other male that seemed so displace and completely wet sadly. I ease up a few steps away from Frosts' side. My hands are stuffed inside my ebony jacket, the hood covering my head as my golden-blonde hair is tucked underneath. Bright blue eyes glance to the other male as I give him a small friendly smile before my attention is given to the WereHorse, my voice stuttering slightly from the cold.

"Frost? What are you doing here and who is he? Is he one of your members?"

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable


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