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

in the truly gruesome do we trust


Posted on October 22, 2016 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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There was something entirely satisfying about that collision of hoof on flesh and skull, the stallions sudden strike colliding as he had intended with the panther before Frost readily gathered himself once more to propel his forelegs forward in unison and bring that crushing weight of his own form down upon the cat with crushing force. His assault is near instantaneous, Frost so refusing to allow the panther a chance to gather itself and unleash those sharpened claws he had already tasted once before. Samantha is all but forgotten in this moments, his attention fixated upon this individual alone as both hooves of the hulking stallion slammed down against the shoulders of the cat with every intention of crushing his very bones beneath his far superior weight. His hooves however, collide with something far more solid, something almost akin to the road itself- Frost believing in that single precarious moment that Tetradore had somehow moved. His hooves crashed against that solid surface, barely impacting upon it, one eye rolling downward in some briefly realisation that the cat was somehow deflecting the blow before Tetradore disappeared entirely. That power of teleportation as irritating as it had always been, Frost near dancing upon his hooves in that anticipation and adrenaline that so coursed within his system and so prompted his readiness and yet even his own prey-driven reflexes are nor nearly fast enough to deflect that launch when it comes.

Tetradore appears suddenly at his right side, Frost barely having time to become aware of the feline before he lunges. Those powerful claws wrap easily about his neck, cutting into the flesh as they do and the jungle cat finds purchase upon him and yet that stinging pain is nothing compared to those teeth suddenly biting into the flesh of his shoulder- that acidic saliva scorching at his skin. The pain is nearly instantaneous, a roar of outrage erupting from within the now infuriated stallion as Frost abruptly launches forward again. Each muscle within the stallion coils, the horses head swung low as he launches himself abruptly upward in a buck, landing upon his forelegs only to twist devilishly as he does, pivoting his form and throwing his head wildly in an effort to throw the panther off, perhaps have him fall and trampled beneath those bludgeoning hooves once more as Frost bucked forward again and again, jolting and jarring that cat in every direction.

One final lunge however brings the equine towards the nearest of the warehouses, ears pinned back against his skull, nothing short of violent intent so traversing his mind in that moment as the stallion suddenly and abruptly throws himself against that warehouse wall. If Tetradore was determined to cling- then let him goddamn cling. Frost aiming to crush the cat between his own draft-built frame and the solid steel of the warehouse, content to crush every rib in the other Alpha's body for the pain he had wrought upon his shoulder. Frost leaning slightly away before slamming his side into the wall a second time, throwing his weight, all 1600lbs pounds of it, onto the unfortunate cat had the man so failed to find a way out. He had spent a veritable lifetime fighting for each and every thing he had ever gained. Tetradore but one more thing within his way. Frost entirely content to do as he was born to do, as any war horse was born to do and merely crush everything that got in his path.



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