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

Maybe I'm Not Listening


Posted on May 28, 2014 by L U C I A N
West

SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY
YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME
Maybe You're Better Of This Way...




She was already busying herself with her work, the flighty little she-wolf having fallen into the routine of Front Desk Clerk with relative ease. But the position hadn't been made official yet, so much as having given the girl something to occupy what idle time she had. It seemed to be she would rather keep him mind busy then allow idleness to make her drift into unhappy memories.

Perhaps it was a healthy thing for her, but I wasn't about to let her continue without setting up some form of wages.

When she sees me enter, she immediately averts her eyes. She always does, whether out of shyness or because the omega traits are so deeply ingrained into her nature by now, I cannot tell.

When I speak, as gentle as the words may have been, she is still given to flinch, the action causing my brows to furrow.

"Raven," I am given to speak, the name lingering on my lips as I watch her from across the counter. My hand reaches out, plucking one of the bullets from her hand. "You need to relax a little, hon. Don't ever feel afraid of me... I'd like to be you're friend."

She finally speaks, setting aside her task of sorting ammunition and coming out from behind the corner. I laugh at her question.

"You can have anything you want. I can dig a creamy chai tea every now and again but most teas just taste like leaves boiled in water to me. Carnivore to the core, I guess..."

I joked good-naturedly as I propped open the door for her and then followed her out into the street.

Walking casually along the sidewalk, it didn't take long to reach our destination, shortened further by the conversation at hand.

"Oh, just a few things that have been on my mind lately. Some about work, some about... other things." I replied with a shrug, before selecting a small table for two on their sidewalk and pulled out a chair for her to sit before taking my own.

I waited until the waitress came, ordering myself a triple shot dark chocolate mocha and letting Raven make her own order. When the waitress finally walked away to start on their drinks, Lucian once more turned his gaze upon the young woman.

"Raven," He spoke gingerly. "What was your life like.... before Sacrosanct?" I knew full well what a loaded question it was. I also knew the girl might not be willing to open up to me and offer all the grim details of her past. But anything would be enough to help me sort out her puzzle.

"You'd said you'd been part of a pack. Why aren't you with them still?"

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