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 30, 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...




It had not been meant as a form of permission. This girl's mindset seemed so entirely ingrained by the omega mentality that it seemed every time I attempted to offer her an act of kindness she would see it in some contorted light. My comment had only been meant to inform her she was free here. And as such she had the freedom to choose whatever she most desired and that I was by no means going to limit her choices of what she did or did not drink. I was not as her alphas had been.

Still, the comment does nothing but produce a subtle frown. One that turns to something perplexed as I make the light joke regarding teas. It had been a stab to my own wolfish mentality and yet it only makes her retreat further into her own mind, shutting me out with a monotone response. It made me frown a little, her complete ability to remain rigid and cold towards me becoming somewhat dis-heartening. "Sorry, it was just a joke. I really do like Chai teas every now and then." I spoke genuinely, realizing I probably offended her.

She followed along behind me as we made the quick jaunt to the cafe, her head tipped down and eyes roaming the pavement as we made our way down the few short blocks. When I pull out her chair for her, she simply stairs at it, as if it were a completely foreign notion that a man might actually have the courtesy to do such a thing for her. After a moment of us both standing there rather awkwardly, I finally turn to take my own seat, and she approaches like a timid and frightened animal.

When the waitress takes our order and leaves, I finally pose my question. Her response is an automatic one. Short, simple and curt, and my indigo eyes moved from her clenched hands to the set of her jaw and finally lock onto her guarded eyes. Lips draw a thin line, her words resonating with a finality that was difficult to argue with.

Her tea arrives, along with my mocha and we each in turn take a sip.

"That's Not All, is it?" it was gentle but firm. Daring to push the envelope. "I noticed you didn't sing during the Full Moon. Not even after all of Tobi's... encouragement." I took another sip. "Something so deeply apart of your wolven nature and yet you resist. I've heard of packs like that... one that beat their members deemed trouble-makers to silence. Caging them in, forcing them into the role of Omega with their genetics is coded for it or not...." One brow arcs over the rim of my coffee cup. "Am I getting closer?"

It was obvious what I meant by that. I took another sip.

"Look, Raven... I want to make your job at the Devil's Den official. You'll recieve a paycheck every two weeks, I'll pay $10 an hour, more if that won't suffice. But more then that... I'd like to offer you the opportunity to let you grow into your full potential. Let you become what it wa you were always meant to be."


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