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

me and the devil, walking side by side


Posted on November 13, 2016 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree

Come away, little lamb, come away to the water


Askaree can feel the anticipation of what is to come, impenetrable scales buckling as a ripple of barbaric glee shakes its way down her reptilian heft, broad tail swishing about in the cool, black depths of the sea behind them as her feline companion scampers to the opposite end of the vessel. She shifts idly, perturbed somewhat by the slick veneer that lines the more stable rubber matting of the ship's floor, scythe-like claws grappling for purchase to draw her bulk only further unto the diving platform upon which she is currently perched. It was an unfortunate and rare drawback of her species that she lacked on land a great measure of the insidious elegance and stealth she displayed beneath the relative peace of the water's surface.

She can hear the scuffle as it transpires at the other end of the ship, feel the unrest in the ever so subtle interruptions of the vessel's otherwise quite hypnotic swaying. Somewhat of an ophidian purr escapes the Were woman's gullet at the cries of the second man unfortunate enough to be upon the deck at this moment and the subsequent pounding of his little booted feet as he draws ever nigh to the beast that awaits him. One, two, three... The Egyptian ticks away the idle seconds within her mind as every last hardened coil of muscle draws taut over the bone, owing still more heft to a frame that is already rife with predatory bulk. Not a moment too soon does the unfortunate fellow round the corner that brings him face to, well, snout with the looming form of the waiting crocodile. Typical, a little scare and everyone turns into Usain fucking Bolt. There is little time to bask in the humorous notion before the aforementioned gentleman slips upon the precariously drenched platform only to find himself upon the flat of his back so terribly close to Askaree's waiting jaws.

Jaws that, true to form, do not wait any considerable length of time before seizing one of the man's pathetically and wildly flailing legs within their veritable vice grip. The reptilian shrew applies just enough pressure to feel the timely crack of the bone as it gives within the spongy casing of its muscular housing. Just enough pressure to get him to scream. And scream he certainly does, wailing like a paddled child, Askaree certain that every last idle ear from here to the Ark could hear his fucking shrieking. But, irksome though the noise level undoubtedly proves to be, it does have the precise desired effect as the third gentleman quickly makes the journey from the cabin below. "What the HELL?!" A suitable reaction, she supposes, swinging the gargantuan bulk of her head to face this newcomer who, she presumes, is the so-called apple of Tetradore's eye this evening. Dragged along with the manuevering of her skull, the man whose leg she clasps cries anew, his flailing fists finding her armored back in an attempt to dislodge her that is wholly comical.

Here, kitty kitty, she muses from within her own mind. You'd better hurry or your prize will be mine...

Come away, little lamb,
come away to theslaughter

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