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

LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU [open]


Posted on September 19, 2016 by REGAN IZUMI
West
"WHAT IS IT LIKE?" HE WHISPERED
"IT'S LIKE DROWNING. EXCEPT YOU CAN SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU BREATHING." I REPLIED
There are memories here. They move and shape themselves behind her eyes, replaying scenes from what feels like a lifetime ago. Time has blurred again. Had it been weeks, months or years since she last breathed the air of this place? There is so much that is achingly familiar and yet new scents intertwine with the old causing a deep sense of unease to unfurl in her gut. Who and what did those scents belong to? Were they friend or foe? Would she be able to tell the difference? Did it matter anymore? She was but a stranger in the dark after all.

The silence of the West Side is so complete that a chill makes its way down Regan's spine. It was the quiet of the shadows and the eyes within them. She could feel each gaze upon her. Feel the silent judgment of those who managed to catch glimpses of her as she weaved through the thickening shadows. The darkness had always loved her, it was comforting to see not everything had changed. But the real question on her mind was how much. How much had the tides shifted in her absence. Would she be treated as an enemy of the pack, as a visiting stranger, welcomed back with open arms or worse yet, total and complete indifference? Only time would tell.

With silent and powerful strides the ebony tiger wove her way further and further into Pack territory. Yet somehow managed to keep to the outskirts of the surrounding forest. It was better here, less noise and smells. It had been too long since Regan had been surrounded in the stench of life that people and things considered 'other' gave off. Too much time in the wilderness by herself...forgetting how to be human and everything it entails. There is a darker edge about her now. Something sleeker and not easily defined but honed to a killing edge. The amethyst of her eyes is cool and the emotion behind them far away and removed. Perhaps it has been too long and the thing that makes you 'other' was dead. Had they finally succeeding in killing off the last of the things that made up Regan? Was she simply the assassin they had always dreamed she'd be? Had they finally broken that last piece of her? Regan simply didn't know. Was unsure if she cared. Didn't know what that said about her, but there it was for all the world to see. If they dared. Not many people, 'other' or not, were brave enough to get close to a tiger. Let alone the scarred darkness that was Regan.

Following a trail or a memory Regan found her way to an old clearing she used to inhabit. Weaving around the trunk of a tree she stretched up and sank her claws into the bark. Shredding the organic fibers and scoring the life beneath. A clear sign, signal and warning. She was here. Approach and your own risk and let the darkness take you.

WERE-TIGER -- FEMALE -- CHI MANIPULATION -- MUTE -- PLAYED BY MEGS.

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