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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on May 31, 2014 by Tobias
West
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He yawns once more, white teeth flashed within the glow of the light that shines down on the doorway to the armoury, shoulder thrown against the heavy steel as it opens to allow the Leopard entry, sliding closed behind, lock flicking into place as he pads atop the steel floor and towards his corner within the room. His patrol for this evening is complete, assured his territory remains intact and secured, seeking the warmth of his bed tonight. Only to find it has been moved. For a moment the golden eyed male simply blinks, turning to examine the other corner of the armoury, holding some belief he has simply gone to the wrong side, his carefully collected pile of rags and nets nowhere to be seen as a yowl of discord erupts from within his chest, the heavy animal loping upwards to ascend the stairs, heading up another level and into the rafters, heading now for the scent of chicken- seeking Lucian, prepared to demand an explanation for the removal of his bedding- only to find Bird reclined against the table, book propped open as she eats and reads. For a moment he simply stares once more, releasing a growl to announce his return before leaping up and into the opposite chairs, jaws parting to reach for the chicken breast he is assured is his own, hurriedly wolfing down the meal, tongue licking at the plate with satisfaction before his golden eyes fall on the girl once more and the leopard skin recedes, for once, the boy appearing entirely clothed within his new outfit, a perk of Lucians generosity.

"Do you like....my new clothes? I got...sexy."

He grins readily now, offering the woman a moment to view his smoky grey fitted jeans and navy shirt, his new favoured outfit, lips curved upward into a lopsided look of pleasure before the matter of his missing bedding seems to reconcile within his thoughts, dark eyes turned away from the woman now, eyes rapidly searching the room before he seems to seize upon the sight of one of his nets...hanging in a manner. Head tilting sideways he moves hurriedly forward to examine this....contraption, one hand reaching forward to...poke at the hammock, lunging backward as it swings, eyes wide in surprise as he seems utterly determined to understand this situation, his words a bare whisper.

"Birdie....quick...come here....look....look what has happened!"

He very near slinks back towards her, reaching out to grab at the woman's hand and tug her forward, pulling her back towards the hammock before releasing her, entire form tense in a manner only a cat can achieve, as if he suspects the bed my lunge out towards him at any moment, clearly suspicious of this entire contraption as those dark eyes narrow once more.

"It is...flying....get it down."

That he has failed to understand the idea at all is evidently clear in these moments, dark eyes hidden beneath lashings of hair.

your gunna hear me roar
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