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

i am meaner than my demons


Posted on October 08, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree

Come away, little lamb, come away to the water


It is to his merit, truly, that the feline monarch finds himself in possession of enough wits to keep his soft little kitty mitts off of her decidedly less soft reptilian self. He might have found himself bereft a few quite valuable limbs and Askaree would have been forced to deal with the subsequent bitching and moaning of his clutch of merry misfits. Nobody had time for all of that, so best for them (mainly him) to keep their hands to themselves for the moment. And so does she glide into the blackness of the sea, attempting the monolithically great feat of settling herself against the troublesome vibrations eminating from his rusty tin can. They grated so harshly against her body's sensors that under any other circumstances Askaree would have avoided this particular patch of glistening pool like the plague. Alas, there were greater rewards to be had than the momentary, irksome discomfort of Tetradore's floating rave.

The impressive heft of her ophidian frame floats beneath the veil of the shadow cast by the luxurious vessel for a spare few moments as Askaree simply considers how it is she shall come to hoist her considerable mass up and onto the boat itself. It is then that the burly notes of a voice that has quickly become familiar rumble within her ears. Hmm, seems the feline Fabio had a mental two-way radio. That had the potential to become annoying really fucking quick. Ah well, for the moment it was to their advantage. I'll be ready in a moment. Which lucky fellow is your "friend"?

The strengths of a crocodile were many indeed; however, never could they have been considered masterful climbers in the manner that her feline counterpart certainly was. But Askaree was sly, and though her cold-blooded alter-ego was hardly lithe, compensation was to be made in stealth and timing... and so the scaled monstrosity makes her way a handful of meters aft the ship to await the gentle ebb and swell of the waves as they roll in flowing black silk towards the shore. And then, all at once does she glide towards the boat with the gravitational draw of the ocean to slide upon the ship's lowered stern in a single, swift movement disguised so perfectly by the gentle rocking of the sea.

Askaree's body tenses, broad coils of muscle drawing taut against the bone as the Egyptian readies herself for what is to come. And, somewhere within her mind and in his does she whisper simply... go.

Come away, little lamb,
come away to theslaughter

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