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 November 17, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


I hadn't really expected company up here, especially during the peak hours of the fighting ring down in the middle of the Ark. I know that's where most of the pack tends to hang out during waking hours so in order to make myself scarce, I avoid the place at all times. Plus I see fire far too often in that ring so best to stay away.

I've tried to watch the fights a little when I first started hanging out here at the Ark but I lost interest far too fast. The fights are either too gruesome or too boring. You have the Weres trying to kill each other, blood and gore going everywhere until someone else has to pull them apart...and then you have the Weres that don't want to hurt each other, the ones that dance around each other waiting for the other to make the first move and when no one does, they just continue to dance until someone pushes them toward each other or someone accidentally trips and the other goes for a cheap shot. Either way, I couldn't find much to keep me focused so I started hanging out elsewhere.

Some nights I go out patrolling the borders. I know I'm not officially pack to Tetradore and the others and I know I probably wouldn't gain any respect from anyone I run into in the West anyway but what the hell. I need to keep training and keep my confidence up. I'm finding far too often that Frost may not have just been spitting smoke when he said that keeping up this confident attitude would be harder than I thought. I come back to Sacrosanct and suddenly I feel the same withdrawals sinking in. I find myself shriveling away from crowds again and I hate it. I've told myself before that I refuse to be weak like that again and I mean it.

I'm almost angry at myself tonight, taking it out on the pebbles that skip across the water. Suddenly a voice calls out and my head spins around, my raised arm stopping in midair with the pebble still in my palm. The greeting is friendly enough, one brow rising in surprise a the girl practically bouncing toward me. She doesn't seem threatening so I lower my arm slowly but keep my seated position, tilting my head some to catch her scent. A Were, but not a wolf or feline. Something...different. Now I'm curious.

At her sudden questions, I can't help but smile, a soft smile that tugs at my lips as I set the pebble down beside me. "Yeah, I'll be fine. What's your name? I'm Alexis. You don't seem like the usual type that comes to the Ark. You fight?" I nudge my head toward the stairs from whence she came and the ring down below.

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