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

Don't fret precious, I'm here


Posted on May 25, 2014 by Davante Dorian
West

I didn't have much experience with were-creatures. Some acted with a great number of their animalistic characteristics in their human form, which I liked. That helped me classify them, understand them, and compartmentalize how they acted for later use. Unfortunately, the humans were always easier to handle considering their use of the English language. But the flipside? Animals didn't lie, they couldn't. Their eyes could cloud, they could try and control instincts and actions but it didn't happen often, no. Wolves were a different story, for me. I had too much experience with them... You could watch their tails move, their teeth bare, their hackles rise, sinister dreams behind their eyes... No animal like that would want to be caged.

The woman's reaction to the bars around her brought a smile to my face. It didn't reach my eyes, and she probably wouldn't like that. Animals seemed to understand the sincerity or ingenuity of actions; I could only imagine how she saw my squared shoulders, and a different silver dagger than the one she desired twirling around my fingers with ease. She wouldn't like that, probably not at all. That bit was pretty amusing, bringing the smile wider. Her yelp only made me successful, gave me control over the next sequence of events.

"Did you, now?"

I sounding mocking, I'm sure. The smile was gone from my face as quickly as the words were understood... That pack had haunted darker dreams of mine for years. Perhaps the were-wolf in my shop, in my cage... Perhaps she shared some of those darker dreams. I tapped the dagger to my lips thoughtfully as one might their fingers, starting to walk around the shop. Pacing helped recollection start, almost as abruptly as the wolf had jumped on my desk. The scent of fresh blood, the full moon... The scene was vivid with my eyes shut, the dagger still against my lips. Corinth had been beautiful, almost ethereal... She never deserved to die under the teeth of wretched wolves.

"No complaining about lack of family. If you say you killed the entire pack, then you brought that one on yourself little puppy," I said, the grin returning. She managed to pull the dagger out of her tail which is fine, but this whining business? I could do without. I had planned to let her take it, especially after the first sentence she had uttered once captured. I had doubts believing her, but that wouldn't have been strange considering she was small, and the dullness behind her eyes told me she lacked a passion to commit such a crime. Then again, maybe the were-wolves kept their human eyes, and they could lie.

I wouldn't be surprised.

She said she wasn't afraid, but I wasn't convinced totally of that either. Fear takes many forms. Maybe the were-whatevers couldn't describe their emotions properly. I sighed, relinquishing the dagger in my hand back to the dust it had been arranged from, along with the bars. She wasn't going to hurt me, she wasn't going anywhere. I had given her something she wanted, but while curiosity had a way of killing a cat, a wolf's attention it might catch.

"If you sit, stay, and turn human I'll give you a treat."










davante
Aiming to misbehave.



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