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

into these animals we grew


Posted on June 24, 2016 by Tobias
West


He understands little of the conversation occurring before him, Jackal detailing the ring changes to Raven and yet the spotted Leopard holds little interest in such a conversation, Tobias merely content to pace about the ring. He likes the springs that move underfoot, his lope breaking into a lunge on several occasions if only to spring himself upward with delight before tumbling onto the rubber matting and rolling onto his back, paws batting wildly at his own tail. He is energetic tonight, ready and willing to fight, the boy having come to relish such bouts within the ring. Those fought beside Tetradore perhaps his most favoured, the creature feeding off the sweat, blood and adrenaline that so permeates the air and goads his animalistic side into a furore of delight. He has learned to anticipate fight nights, his energy tending to rise steadily several hours before the Ark actually opened- much to the disdain of most of the staff, the boy growing steadily more restless, tending to pounce upon any and everything that moved if his attention was not thoroughly diverted.

He rolls easily back onto his paws, lunging again, pouncing upon a feigned prey, claws digging into the mat as Jackal proceeded to curse at him, the lashing tail of the cat and his evidently taut muscles evidently missed by the little Mexican man as he made some attempt to shoo the boy away. Tobias pivots neatly, launching himself at Jackal with far more force then is surely necessary, the little man taken down in another stream of curses as the deviant scampers away from him with evident delight, slipping beneath the rope of the ring to join Raven upon the sideline as the wolf rubs her form beneath his chin- eliciting a purr from the jungle cat. Dark-rimmed ears prick forward as the words of his companion find his mind, golden gaze drawn down towards her as a huff of sorts escapes his jaws. He dislikes it when Raven does not watch him fight. He is, perhaps, as any male animal- entirely inclined to show off in front of his companion, the man enjoying the affection she rains upon him after each and every victory.

Why...go to....bed?

His jaws part, biting almost playfully into the neck of the wolf, attempting to goad her even now into a game, unable to fully perceive his companions illness even despite the fact she will not play as she normally does, tail lashing in irritability. He understands, on some level perhaps- that the woman is not right, his own senses extending, searching for weakness upon her though his powers are capable of finding only the physical, unable to find the weakness in her mind as his head tilts once more. His golden spotted form brushes upon her once more before his gaze fixates rapidly upon the a loose dish rag flapping by the bar, his form instantly dropping, rump held high, affording it the characteristic feline shake before he charges. His launch is nothing short of impressive, the dish rag caught between his extended claws, several chairs taken down in the same moment as a new series of shouts form several more staff members echo around the room. Jackal rushing in an attempt to pick up the nearest piece of toppled furniture.

Tobias however, is in fine form tonight, his energy boundless as his jaws part to grip the chair leg between them, Jackal attempting to haul it from him as Tobias attempts to haul it backward with a series of snarls and growls. A delightful game of tug-o-war that only he appears to be enjoying.


madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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