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

Tilling my own grave to keep me level EMMA, RAVEN;


Posted on June 09, 2014 by Davante Dorian
West

Part of me wished that I had done some form of research on this place before wandering over towards it. Part of me knows that at the end of Monday, I shouldn't be going anywhere new let alone anywhere near people. Especially a place that had a large amount of weapons that were just at the tips of my fingers. Talk about the beginnings of a problem. Besides, what did I really have to be pissed about? The fact that it was Monday, or someone in this free world had a vast array of weaponry stocked up in their little... Okay, fuck that, big store. Maybe they had some gas I could douse the place in and drop one of my cigarettes on. Okay, maybe not. Criminal record or none, I wasn't about to play with fire on a place that might seriously prove useful. Coming up on the Devil's Den wasn't originally on my docket, but one of the men visiting the city had brought up some kind of spectacular armory, and by golly was I interested.

My cigarette was out way too soon, and I â€" hang on. While a fairly powerful substance, tobacco and carcinogen smoke didn't cover everything, especially if you were used to the smell. I stopped, feeling one of my eyebrows raise to an impressive height when the scent on the wind was familiar. Granted, none of my senses were that of a were-animal, but I paid more attention than most. The smell was familiar; some kind of concoction of fear, but devoid of the emotion at the same time. Before I saw her, I knew it was the wolf that had entered the shop I worked in only some short time before.

There was no flimsy bell sound as I walked in, but I was sure she'd feel my eyes fall on her. I was dressed differently, coming straight from the building where I worked not too terribly far away, nestled in some cove of fancy offices and government buildings. My tie was loosened, and the top button of my shirt undone. I was far more relaxed, realizing a former playmate was here, making the trip have a bit of an upside. Seeing the wolf human brought a ghost of a smile to my lips, causing a smirk only seconds later.

"Fancy meeting you here, little dog. Had I known you were here, I might have brought you a bone. But, do me a favor and throw me one, yeah?"

The shop was sort of impressive, giving off the air of danger what with the assortment of weaponry in the building. I felt the urge to start playing with it, let the element that was so familiar to me make the knives dance, and the bullets go matrix slow motion and cause a ruckus. Unfortunately, this Monday meant I had very little control over myself and that elemental power, so I quickly let the idea go. Instead, I fixed my eyes on the woman in front of me.

" I don't believe you properly introduced yourself, last time."


davante
Aiming to misbehave.



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