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 Wild lives Inside Me


Posted on July 19, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


I don't know what my former best friend has been up to but I'm glad to see her out and about. I feared that she would stay holed up in the Ark after the incident with Frost and never fully recover. I worried about her for weeks but didn't dare to come see her because I wasn't sure I was welcome. After all, Tobias did try to shoot me with a harpoon gun. I want to explain everything to her about that day and maybe now is the time to do it. That is, if she's willing to stay to listen.

I can sense that she's in her were form and it makes me a little more cautious than I might otherwise be around her, if only because she shared with me her history of turning feral in this state. I've witnessed it firsthand, the memory of her gnashing jaws just behind me as I ran playing through my mind for a moment before I brush it away. That was the first day I met Frost, I believe. I met Calliel that day also, hunkering with her in that den while Raven tried to dig us out like prey. I know it isn't truly her though and I always wished I could do something to help her, something to make her able to control it. I don't know if she's gotten any better at it but survival instincts keep me at a controlled distance from her none the less.

I can tell by the shift in the shadows when she changes back to her human form, though I don't try to look too long, my eyes straying back to the tree across the clearing. Only when she steps toward me, do I let my gaze slip over to her features, drinking them in like I've never seen them before. The scar that slinks across her face is still as angry as ever but I've come to expect it as much as I expect anything normal anymore. It's just a part of who she is, just as the wolf inside her is. She is still quite the beautiful woman though I know she would never believe me if I told her. Her words are softer than I expected, curious, it would seem of where I've been. I nod in answer.

"You could say that. I was....indisposed." And then, because I know I've shared my story with her and maybe she could understand, I exhale and continue. "My father found me." I haven't told anyone yet what happened to me and I hadn't really expected to but all of a sudden, it's like a vicious urge inside of me, dying to get out. And who better to vent to about everything than someone who would understand firsthand what it is to run from a pack and then have to turn to defend yourself, no matter the cost? I know Raven's story and maybe this will be a connection we've needed since the day Frost got in between us. I'm finally not just the weak little fox. I'm a survivor, just like she is. Even though I don't hold scars on the outside doesn't mean there's not plenty to go around on the inside.



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