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

me and the devil, walking side by side


Posted on August 21, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree Bint Bahar


Whatever he may or may not admit to in regards to the quite obvious boredom inherent in overseeing the operations of an establishment like this (or any kind, really), Askaree knew the truth before he could but breathe a word of affirmation. Though she half-expected a bromidic litany of denial ripe with proclamations of how "rewarding" it was to run such a place she had to admit herself marginally relieved when the feline monarch dispensed with such frivolity. What a breath of fresh fucking air. "That comes as no surprise. People who fight confined by cages and rules are rarely ever worth their salt in the real world of flesh and teeth," she surmised flatly. "If ever you find yourself wanting to flex actual muscle come find me... I know a place," she offers, her foreign tongue sprinkled with the telling trill of promised excitement if the Kitten King could find it within himself to blow this dusty little popsicle stand for a night. An impish grin, accented with what could only be described as tenebrific whimsy, quirks the defined brim of her lips at the memory of this particular nook and the "fantastic" eve that she and Spencer had spent there not too long ago.

The arc of her brows is but heightened by the none-too-subtle suggestion that he might have something more titillating to offer than watching glorified stuffed animals whack the fluff out of one another for a night. Ah, the harbor, thank god. One could only bear the stench of sweat and shame for so long before it began to trigger the gag reflex; and, perhaps, the Nightshade czar's intended antics for the evening would prove ample enough to satisfy the cheque his mouth was writing. "Oh? Well then do lead the way, good sir," she lilts teasingly, content to proffer up a toothly grin as she concedes to his leadership if only for this brief trek top-side.

The kiss of the eve's cool zephyr is a welcomed reprieve from the stifling near-humidity of the Ark's innards, Askaree having never been one for confinement of any sort in the tradition of most Weres. The Egyptian imp leans leisurely against the rust-caked railing of the Ark, eyes trolling the indicated vessel with unspoken appreciation of its granduer and its obvious superiority to those that bobbed about it. "Hmm, it is a nice boat, and I've always fancied myself something of a pirate." The eclectic woman allows the idea to percolate for a few seconds more before extending a single hand towards the man who lingers at her side. "Share it with me and I'm in."



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