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 has a veil, vice a mask .Davante.


Posted on September 27, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


It had been awhile since she had travelled along this side of the West District. Before she joined Tetradore's pack she had been an employee for Lucian and his weapons store. At first when he took her in he had allowed her to help set up the shop and allowed her to organize it the way she saw it. She didn't know much about weapons, but the books she had found at the rundown library provided her the knowledge that made her quite an asset. Lucian was kind enough to show her how to apply her book smarts into action by teaching her how to use the weapons that were housed within his warehouse. She had grown relaxed with the items in the store no longer seeing them as objects to never touch. With her ability to use the weapons and understand them she had become quite the sales person. It had become second nature in knowing just what weapon would be ideal for the different customers that came in. Selling weapons had become a routine and now that she had no need to be knowledgeable on the subject she allowed that knowledge to slowly hide in the back of her mind, unused and unnecessary.

Today she felt it was necessary to go out and find a particular item in mind to give to someone else. Hardly did she like the person at all, and yet, it was the only thing she could think of that would be the ideal olive branch to extend. The day after Frost had attacked her she had not been herself. Severely injured and on the brink of death she had fallen back on her instincts and she did not realize that the Dark Hunter was attempting to provide her aide. Now that she was better she felt obligated to do him some sort of kindness, and that was why she had walked on this side of town looking for a particular type of shop that would hold the item she was looking for.

Finding the shabby looking shop she pushed he door open hearing the familiar sound of the bell ringing, announcing her presence, within the dingy place. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she got used to the low lighting as she moved around through the tall shelves looking for the desk. By her side within one of her hands she held onto an Italian boot that had been torn to near shreds by her very own teeth. She had taken something of value from Azrael and she figured that she could at least return him a better pair of boots. That is, if, Davante had them in the first place. Reaching the desk she noticed a notch on the top of the desk as a flicker of recognition could be seen in her eyes, that particular hole was caused by Davante stabbing her tail on their first meeting. Quietly she waited for the warlock to make his approach hoping he could be some sort of assistance.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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