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

I slept in last night's clothes and tomorrow's dreams [Raven]


Posted on March 08, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
West

Samantha Cassidy



When Samantha had left the forest, she truthfully hadn't had much of an idea as to where exactly she would go. The obvious answer was, of course, go to home. To sleep until she felt better. And yet, the idea of being alone made her shiver with fear that those things - the vampires - would return to finish her off. The young fae girl found herself frequently reaching up to touch the healing spot on her neck. She wished that she had something to get the dried blood off her skin. It kept coming off in flakes when she'd touch it, but she could feel the way it was thickly pasted to her pale skin. It made her feel sick. It made her feel weak - both from the loss of blood and the realization that she wasn't able to protect herself when it mattered. She couldn't protect herself tonight, and she had been woefully unprepared to protect herself the night that the hunter had come after her. Several times now, she could have been dead. Or... more dead than she already was, she supposed. If it hadn't been for Aiden.

Aiden. The man's name appeared to her quickly, and for a second she could almost feel his concern for her as though he was right there. It was fleeting, not a real glimpse of her power, but enough to make the girl entirely change direction and head west. She'd never been to his home, though she'd heard Nadya mention it enough times to know the general location of the Ark. She wasn't at all sure what to expect, but she was sure that finding Aiden wouldn't be too difficult. Of course, that confidence flatlined the instant she laid eyes on the cargo ship that must have been what Nadya had meant when she'd said the Ark. Samantha wasn't sure exactly what she'd expected, but that certainly wasn't it. She wasn't even entirely sure how to get onto the ship, let alone track down the man that she was looking for. If it wasn't for the girl's desire to be near the Were that she'd grown so fond of, she was sure she would have turned right around. But surely Aiden would see her, he'd have to want to see her.

By the time Samantha found the entrance - which, truthfully, had only been because she'd followed people until one led her straight there - she had this growing anxiety that this was a terrible idea. She'd already gotten herself into quite the mess tonight by trying to help the wounded girl that the vampires had turned into dinner - the memory made her shiver with fear all over again - and now she was walking into a den of Weres without a clue of how to handle or protect herself. She'd just stepped up to the entrance, confident she would be able to breeze right in like the Were she'd been following. What she hadn't expected was a guard to put an arm in front of her, stopping her in her tracks. She could feel his amusement that she'd tried to simply walk in, and a hint of disgust towards the fae girl. It certainly didn't help fuel her confidence that she would be able to do this. Quite the opposite, in fact. "You need to let me in," The girl said, trying to keep her voice from quivering. Surely it would only make things worse if she cried. "I'm here to see Aiden Tetradore. I'm told he lives here. He'll want to see me, trust me." With that, the young fae girl merely looked up at the man, hoping that her voice came off confident enough that he'd let her through without question.


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