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 April 10, 2016 by Ivy Grendal
West
Ivy hasn't run into too many dark hunters in her years. She uses the very humans around her as a sort of shield, attempting to blend in with the mortals, rather than hiding from society or joining with her own kind. The thought of becoming a hermit, hiding out in her apartment, growing her own food from her greenhouse, is repulsive to her. Even worse than that, the fairy despises her own kind. To be fair, she has yet to come across another fairy other than the ones who were present when she was changed, so her view of them may be a bit distorted.

Truth be told, Ivy hasn't been as careful as she knows she should be when it comes to dark hunters. She feels reckless, not having much motivation to care about her own well being. Sure, she doesn't particularly have a deathwish, either, but life doesn't hold too much importance. This situation does make Ivy curious, though. What else is in the supernatural world? If there are such powerful beings like this werewolf just roaming the streets, who is lurking in the shadows? Goosebumps rise along her arms just thinking about it.

Learning the werewolf's name made Ivy feel subconsciously better, as if simply knowing a name can be a comfort. Although, the girl's lightly freckled nose wrinkled a tad bit at the mention of her kind. She hesitates before answering, no one in Ivy's life knows her true species. Should she really tell this stranger? There's no use in hiding it, though, as the wolf already knows the girl isn't human.

"Yeah, I'm a fairy.

The words sound foreign coming from her mouth, she's never said it. Is this a step forwards to a life of acceptance, or a decision that will lead to her doom? Either way, it's too late to go back. Might as well embrace the adventure while it lasts.Turning back to the dark hunters, who Ivy believes may wake up any moment now, she can see that her vines have successfully wrapped around their wrists several times over. Smirking internally, Ivy knows those are going to be more than annoying to remove but it's still uncomfortable for her to be in their presence while being so... open.

"Umm, should we get out of here?" She turns her head back to the wolf form, "Those things really wanted us dead."

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