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 20, 2016 by abigail hughes
West

if these wings could fly for the rest of our lives
Okay, I might have been a bit too gung-ho at approaching her. I mean, yes she did look sad but she also looked very....angry...and cautious of me. Like I was going to bite her or something. I mean, I have normal teeth, not like Arlo. She has no reason to be scared of me! Much less angry. Yesh. Someone was going through some intense emotions over there. That seemed rough. Still, she didn't seem like she was going to bite my head off. Was that a smile? Did she smillleee at me? Why yes, I think she did! I know, I know, I can't help but to grin back. Smiling was infectious! Like yawning only way way better. I watched her as she put the pebble down next to her, thank god she wasn't going to attempt to attack me with that thing. Step one: Pebble putting down - complete! Victory! I took it as a hint that maybe she wouldn't be opposed to my presence and without further ado I settled on the deck too. Not quite beside her, I mean, I wasn't that presumptuous. Us pandas like our space too! I somehow doubted she was as fine as she insisted she was but I guess I didn't have a right to pry. Maybe she was one of those enigmatic mysterious soul types. Who was I to fault her? I mean, it's not like she really knew who I was enough to confide in me her deepest darkest secrets - but maybe that's what made ship in the night moments like this kinda awesome?


"Hi Alexis! It's very nice to meet you. My name is Abby." (Step two: Introductions - CHECK!). I couldn't help the bubbliness in my voice. I mean, all things considered she seemed way nicer then the man who had invited me here and that was worth being happy about right? Still, she had asked me a question didn't she? Oh yes. The fighting dohickeys. I shook my head ever so slightly before placing my hands ever so neatly in my lap. "Nope, not at all! I was trying to make a friend tonight and he showed me this place. Not really my cup of tea though, ya know? I prefer actual tea." I grinned, clearly vastly amused with myself, "I was trying to find another way out cause he was looking mighty grumpy at the exit....probably because I ditched him." I couldn't help but to make a face at re-meeting with that strange man I'd followed here, I'd been a bit too...over enthusiastic there. "Hey! You wouldn't happen to know how to leave here would you? Or...how to get back to the South? I kind of got a little turned around. I'm still learning the city." Oh yes, I looked super bashful, and guilty, and every other emotion there in between. What could I say? Oops?

Abigail Hughes a were red panda

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