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 am the raven queen


Posted on June 09, 2016 by vhalla
West
&vhalla
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide

A yawn of boredom escapes her mouth before the next round of fighters begins. Making no move to stifle it, it isn't long before the were-creatures begin to circle each other. It is then that a distinctly feminine voice brushes Vhalla's mind. The assassin had noted the wolf prowling through the crowd moments ago and she wasn't at all surprised she had been approached, a bit disappointed that she didn't get more time before being spotted as a magical being that didn't belong. Suppressing a sigh, Vhalla glances down at the dark wolf, noting the scars that line her body.

She briefly wonders what happened to the woman before pushing the thought away. The wolf-girl wasn't the only one who bore scars of their past, Vhalla's just happened to be hidden away by clothing. Without moving from her slouch against the wall she listens to the implied threat from the wolf as a lazy grin spreads across her face. "I can assure you, if I were sneaking in you wouldn't have noticed until long after I was gone," Vhalla pauses before continuing, "and that's me giving you the benefit of the doubt you could pick up my scent," she says airily, hoping her were-creature remark eggs the girl on.

Pushing off the wall suddenly, Vhalla clicks her feet together nonchalantly to ensure she has both daggers stored away in her boots, and easy accessible if she were to have to fight her way out. Letting her observant eyes travel across the crowd, the assassin notes she has drawn a few onlookers in her direction, most were uninterested, a few drunken stares and of course the select few who were wary of a stranger in their midst.

Without looking back at the wolf she responds, "I'm enjoying the show of course," Vhalla gestures towards the rings of fighters as a spray of blood splatters the closest viewers and a roar of cheering descends upon the Ark. "As for my name, wolf girl, you might be better off not knowing it," she says dryly glancing back at the were-wolf. Her name was well known in the darker parts of the city but very few knew who she actually was, just a woman who lurks through your nightmares. "However, since you asked so nicely," she comments sarcastically, "my name is Vhalla."

Pausing to let her respond, Vhalla waits to see if there is any recognition in those eyes so similar to the assassin's. "It's polite to offer your own name when asking for another's," she reminds the girl with a touch of sarcasm in her voice while clicking her tongue like a disappointed mother.

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