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 May 01, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
West


The fact that the other faerie girl in front of her was incredibly like herself was enough for Samantha to relax, her belief that the girl in front of her was safe increasing. Besides, the other faerie would not attack her. Not in the Ark and certainly not in front of Raven, who Samantha was sure would come to her aid if necessary. Instead of fear, the elder faerie felt that tug of a desire to protect this near stranger. It was hard â€" harder than anyone expected â€" to go through it. The week before the change was near terrifying. The change itself was painful. But for Sam, it was what came after that had been the hardest. Realizing what she was, having to come to terms with her immortality, the paranoia and fear that came along with being kidnapped and tortured. That it had happened to anyone else â€" though she was sure it wasn't an extremely rare thing â€" made her feel sick. It is the anxiety of Ivy that causes Samantha to look up, reassuring her that it had happened to herself, and that she meant no harm in the accusation that she wasn't a natural born faerie. To Samantha, it hardly made a difference, though she knew that to others, it wasn't nearly so easy. The faeries at the burlesque seemed to look down upon the girl who knew so little about her own kind.

It is Raven's words that cause Samantha to turn her head, giving the Were a shrug of her shoulders. "Unfortunately for faeries, there seems to be some order of hierarchy. At least with the ones that I'm working with at the burlesque. Though, honestly, they're more of the cruel sort." Her gaze fell to Ivy once more. "You should meet Dorian. He's a natural born faerie. He's about five hundred years old, and probably the person who has made me trust them the most. They're not all bad. The ones at the burlesque just tend to be more catty than average. Think those popular girls in high school." The reference caused Samantha to smile, sure that the other teenager would understand exactly what she meant by the statement, even if the wolf to her side did not.

It is the mention of the monarchies that seems to spark an interest in the young girl, Ivy finally finding her voice once again to question their existence. Samantha tilted her head as she listened to Ivy's question. "Yes," She mused simply, giving her a confident nod. "From what I understand, the faerie queen has some level of jurisdiction over local fae." She gave a small shrug. "As for what happened, I don't know. The other girls don't seem to know, either." She looked over at the Were girl, listening to the words she offered the two of them. It was those words that caused Samantha to nod, thinking of the options.

Merely working at the burlesque had been what Samantha had thought would be best for the situation, but that seemed to be earning her no respect. She wasn't afraid of the faeries she worked with anymore â€" merely timid and untrusting â€" though she was sure they still regarded her with the same annoyance. Though, now that she ran the burlesque, they were forced to be kinder to her. It was that that made her look up, a small smile growing on her features as she considered the offer she was about to suggest. "Sure," She said, more to Raven than to Ivy, though her gaze landed on the faerie that sat across from her. "I could create my own monarchy. I have Dorian. He'd certainly follow me. He already thinks I'm a princess." She flashed a tiny smile at Raven. "Long story. But, I'm sure he would..." She bit her lip, glancing at Ivy. "What do you think?"


Samantha Cassidy

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