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 June 16, 2016 by vhalla
West
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don't go inside; that's where my demons hide

Sometimes Vhalla forgot about the workings of a pack, she had never had the urge or need to rely on anyone but herself. If she wasn't lying to herself, she might be interested in the comradery a pack felt towards one another, always looking at for each other. The assassin had a constant target on her back which made it rather difficult to trust another. Shrugging the though away, one of the were's made an enormous blow, exciting the crowd to roars again. Grinning, Vhal was clearly enjoying herself as she clapped her hands together. Again, though her eyes strayed from the wolf the witch knew exactly where the supernatural was and what she was doing.

Currently, wolfie, here was explaining the workings of the pack. Training her eccentric blue eyes back to the scarred creature, a slightly smile tugged at the corners of her lip. "Of course, sometimes I forget you all share that interesting bond. Isn't it rather annoying not having your secrets to yourself?" Vhalla remarked, her hands gesturing in front of her is a playful shrug. "I mean, if you had dirty thoughts about your significant other, wouldn't you want to keep those to solely between your partner and yourself?" the assassin smiled devilishly.

"And how embarrassing would it be to have a man who wasn't aware of your feelings know them simply because you run together!" pausing a moment she continues, "Then again, I could be very, very wrong about how the inner workings of a pack work, I am but a lowly witch," she sighs dramatically taking a deep bow. This caused more curious stares to surround the duo yet Vhalla was glad no one approached, she was rather enjoying her time with the wolf girl. A little too polite for the assassin's liking but she could feel a slight respect growing for the creature. She had the patience of a saint.

"On that note, darling, if I were to act on my threat it would have already been done. I would never mention plans prior to executing them," she smiles, casually looping the tail end of her braid around her fingers. Noting the wagging of the wolf's tail, Vhal was suddenly struck at how differently the two showed their emotions, one by facial ques and the other by reading the entire body. Another roar of the crowd drew the witch's gaze away again, to see the man who had won, strutting about the ring.

Catching the congratulations towards Raven, Vhal returned her gaze back to the woman and tilted her head slightly. Finally putting two and two together she flashes a toothy grin, "Ahhh, you are the winner's mate," pausing she screws up her eyes in sudden confusion, "would it be considered "mate" or "boyfriend" to a member of the pack?" She asks, genuinely curious a touch of amusement coloring her words.

When, finally, the were introduced herself, she was taken aback slightly at the steel that had entered Raven's voice. Recovering immediately, humor played on her features, yet respect flashed through those blue eyes. "Raven," she toyed with the new name for a moment before continuing, "I suppose you are correct, it is not polite, but answer me this," she pauses, glancing around the crowd, "where else am I to find entertainment when I am not working? The rest of the city is terribly dull compared to the west. Can you blame me for being curious and wanting to watch a good fight?" she asks, gesturing to the winner, who Vhal knew Raven had some sort of connection to, "It was a good fight," she admitted, toying again with her white hair.

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