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

The stars are Beautiful in the Evening Light


Posted on July 19, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


The last time I saw Nadya, she had two children in tow as she came into the cafe not long before my father found me here and I had to leave. I'm almost surprised to find her out alone. I have no knowledge of children besides what I remember from my own pack. There, the children seemed to follow the parents everywhere up until they became teenagers and decided to make a life for themselves. I don't recall how old they were or would be now but surely they would still need their mother. Perhaps someone else is watching them. I never quite got to know Nadya enough, I don't think. I don't know who her friends or even her family. I know a lot she reminds me of Tetradore if only because of the cat she shifts into and a certain look she gets in her eyes sometimes but that would make it a small world to say they were related.

It seems I see her before she sees me, her body hiding in the shadows only visible to me if only because I caught a whiff of her scent first. As she steps toward me, her hackles rise but I can tell the instant she recognizes me that I'm not in danger so my twitching fingers still. I watch her lips fold back over her sharp canines the moment I speak and my body relaxes, letting her know that I am a friend still. At least, that's what I consider her. As she lopes toward me, I smile softly, looking down as she rubs against my legs. I let my fingers trail along her spine lightly, showing her affection as she is affording me. It has been far too long since our shopping trip with Raven and I miss those days. Who knows if I'll ever get anything close to that again.

As her paw wraps around my leg, my brow rises in question, feeling the subtle sting of her teeth even though she's careful not to break the skin. It's more of a playful bite and this, I understand. Even though I've been in human form a lot the last few months, I still have a lot of my animal instincts. My smile grows a little as I slowly crouch to the ground and call upon my shift, closing my eyes as the clothes fall from my body and fur rises in the place of skin. The change is almost immediate since I mastered shifting as an infant. It was almost a ritual in my former pack that we be in tune with our animal selves sometimes even more than as our human selves. There is almost no pain associated with the change for me anymore, only a distant discomfort as bones shift and then a bright red fox with blue and gold eyes looks up at the panther and gives her a cheeky grin, lips curling back in play as I pounce at the closest leg and snap at it with a growl before darting between her legs and out the other side, my tail waving the whole time as if to say "try to keep up."


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