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

rev it up little boy and ride


Posted on July 28, 2016 by Tobias
West


The golden eyes of the Jungle cat linger upon his companion all the same- peering with evident confusion into the gloom beneath the bed she had placed herself under. He does not understand this game she plays, indeed it is surely an unusual one for Raven. After all, when it is they play hide and seek she is always given to hide far better than this even when it is so his own powers always assure he is given to find her. His long, thick, fluffy tail flicks behind him, looping about him as those dark rimmed ears prick forward at her words as she seeks to assure him she is indeed hiding. His features frown readily, displeasure clear even within his animal form as he huffs in a ready irritation.

Is not.....good spot for....hiding.

The fear that she may accidentally hurt others is clearly not a concern within the boy. After all, his mind simply does not associate her with such things, the image of her that exists within his mind is near unshakeable. He understands of her all that he has learned in all the months and years they have been together, his fractured mind given to piece together those fragments of time and place and scent and sight and understanding to craft within the confines of his thoughts an image that exists for Raven alone- one that had been challenged, perhaps, this evening. His mind does not readily accept change in any fashion, the creature he had seen tonight so very conflicting with his understanding of just who Raven is to his own perhaps limited understanding. For all that he is....for all that he is not, there is much he understands of his companion. After all, it is so that he spends so many nights beside her, resting against her, wrapped about her or watching over her when she sleeps. He is confused, decidedly so, by the behaviour he had seen and yet that far more potent animalistic side that exists within himself had responded to her own animalistic side far more readily.

While one part of him feels confusion the other is entirely content in that which he had seen tonight. After all, she is animal, such things are normal and he holds little concern. Her warning, it seems, has fallen upon deaf ears, the boy moving to scramble forward and haul his own, larger, spotted form beneath the bed until he rests against her. Some facets of his nature cannot be entirely denied, the boy taking evident pleasure in this space he has found himself within- a purr rising readily from within his throat in utter satisfaction as any cat seems to take upon finding itself wedged within a pleasing space. He holds no fear of Raven, in either form, jaws parting now to allow his tongue to extend, brushing over her fur- grooming it as cats do. One pack mate to another.

Birdie not......hurt Tobi.

Those fractured thoughts press easily against her own mind, Tobias content to continue with his work, seeking only to reaffirm those pack bonds that had been so damaged tonight as he lays within the shadows of the bed beside her. His grooming pauses as his tongue reaches that damaged spot upon her neck- the place where acid has burned away the fur and skin to leave the angry red mark- the one that matched his own. He remembers, still, the pain of such a thing- his tongue moving to rasp across it now, seeking to heal the wound as he is assured all wounds are healed.

Birdie made.....Tetra mad......not listen to.....Tetra or...Tobi.....why not listen?




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


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