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 October 11, 2015 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
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For a brief moment, the man's emerald gaze mirrored that of his companion's, glancing over the piece that adorned the wall of his building. It would be appreciated by far too few - those who would pass by only to offer it a brief look and perhaps a shake of the head. More so would ignore it's existence all together until some organization tasked with 'bettering the slums of the city' would attempt to scrub it off as if it was somehow tainting his Western district. Not that such charitable institutions had ever bothered to ask him in the first place. Still, for the time being, Tetradore was quite content to simply gaze at the splendor he beheld, eyeing the intricate details of the piece. He was hardly an art critic though, that much shown by the lackluster appreciation of the original masterpieces that laid stolen within the hull of his ship. He hardly tried to find meaning in the elephant or death of the girl. Instead, the man simply simply provided it a recognition because of what it was - a hint into the mind of the fae that had so tediously crafted the entirety of it's existence. "You did well." He noted simply though he doubted she required his approval in any facet.

Instead, his attention drifted from the artwork to the artist herself, his eyebrows briefly furrowing in a small display of contemplation. His head bobbed ever so slightly at her inquiry, confirming with a simple, "It is." What he found far more intriguing, however, was her exclamation that the West side suited him - a thought which hadn't occurred to him to date. "Does it?" He questioned, his gaze drifting from outside the alleyway to the world that existed beyond. He hadn't thought he could be so defined with industrial, cold metal buildings and equally as worn cargo ships that lay mercy to the sea's callous touch. Then again, the notion wouldn't have been very far off from his life at large to date. "Perhaps it does." He surmised softly after a moment, a small shrug crossing the man's shoulders before he motioned ever so slightly to the bottom right hand of her painted wall. "You should sign it." He commented, as if those two words of her name somehow signified the completion of her work. "Now that it's done - what will you do?" He questioned though weather or not he intended to invite her elsewhere, however, still remained to be seen.

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