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

my soul has never led me wrong


Posted on September 03, 2015 by sorcha
West
there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


They are a strange pairing, she thinks, with one seeming overly calm and the other prone to fits of childlike behavior. It is an interesting mix that she watches with avid eyes, taking in each detail to store for a later date. It doesn't escape her attention that the fighting is about to begin and she is almost eager to watch to see what creatures would go at one another - did they fight in their animal form or in human? Why not both? Why would they do it for sport, she wonders? It likely had to do with money since all things revolved around such things but also pride and rank. The animal kingdom was just like the human world in everyone had a place, although each went about it in a different manner. She chuckles at Tobias's offer of appeasement to Tetra, assuming that despite the words the head male would choose to forgo such an offering. They are not pack, he says, and she can tell by his voice that it is a word that should not be used lightly so she nods solemnly, though her brow is furrowed as she wonders how they group themselves together. But she better not push her luck today.

"That is fair," she says simply to Tobias with an affectionate smile, unsure why this naked boy inspired such a friendliness other than it was her nature to be that way and he seemed so different. Aiden does not seem overly concerned either which way and it gives her some relief as some tended to make big deals about such thing. In the witch community of her mothers, they often went to her for the smallest of wounds that, in her opinion, just needed a few days of natural healing rather than wasting her energy.

It seems as if she is forgotten for a time as Tobias runs off but he returns shortly as she begins to shift from foot to foot wondering how to politely ask for her bag back.. again. This time he has cookies and ice cream and her gut seems to tighten in reaction at the very idea of THAT much sugar. It must be in their metabolism but if she ate that then her belly wouldn't be so smooth. Tobias is dismissive suddenly, almost angry, but she doesn't take offense. After all, he wasn't throwing cutlery at her. Aiden seems just as surprised to see her still there and before she can ask he is tossing her bag back (much to her dismay) and she catches it with quick reflexes and a gasp. "Alright," she says calmly, hand petting her bag unconsciously to make sure nothing was dripping out before swinging it over her shoulder and without a glance back, she makes her way off the cargo ship with a grin on her face.

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN