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

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Posted on October 23, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
West

Samantha Cassidy


The Fae Queen simply wanted to spend an evening alone with her boyfriend.

Their evenings together had been fleeting as of late, and his absence in her life was something that the young faerie was well aware of. Ever since that fateful night in which he had appeared on her fire escape, Samantha had not laid eyes on Aiden. And how she had worried about the usually stoic man who had been so frantic that night. After everything she'd learned, it was hard not to worry about him. And with every passing day that they had been apart, she'd worried more about how her boyfriend was holding up and if... well... if Risque was truly dead. There had been several moments in those first few evenings in which the Fae Queen had been so concerned that the vampire had stolen him away from her. It was only those few texts they'd exchanged that had convinced her otherwise. Still, those texts that promised that they would see each other soon were not enough to ebb the worry she held for the man entirely for the girl.

So, she'd decided that the best course of action for their evening would be to spend time alone together. All she had wanted to do for him was make him feel good and to make him happy. She knew of his love for sweets, and it was that alone that had her baking those chocolate chip cookies to deliver to him. There had been nothing manipulative about the gesture, despite her teasing. They had simply been something to make him feel better. That he'd thought otherwise was of great concern for the girl, and as she stepped out onto that dock, she couldn't help herself as she squeezed his hand and drew his attention towards her form and vocalized those thoughts that plagued her anxieties.

What she didn't expect was the way he rolled his eyes at her. Immediately, Samantha's smile fell, though it didn't form a frown until his words slipped off his tongue. "I..." She started, pulling her hand back in a way that was entirely stunned. "I'm sorry?" It was true, she supposed, that she had been having a bit of difficulty with her own power - it seemed to be outweighed by the anxiety and fear that she herself felt. The girl merely shifted as he continued to speak, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she avoided his gaze. "No, no, it's fine. Really." There was that instant moment of hurt that seemed to tug at the faerie girl at his words, and she tried desperately to keep that emotion off her features. She took a deep breath before she finally looked up, stepping around him to continue down the dock.

She hesitated for just a moment before she turned, reaching to grab ahold of his hand in the same manner that she had only moments before. She looked up at him as she interlaced their fingers once more. "You're right. I do suck at reading emotions sometimes." She flashed him a small smile as she pulled him along and down onto that sandy beach. The beach outside the Ark was certainly one of Samantha's favorite places. It was quiet - certainly not one of the more popular beaches in Sacrosanct - and that was precisely why she liked it. Tonight, as she expected, it was entirely deserted. Just as she had hoped. "So," She said finally as she let go of his hand, moving to kick off her shoes and feel the sand between her toes. "We're all alone on the beach. What should we do with ourselves?" She looked up at him, a rather impish grin spread across her features.

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