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

bring me back to life


Posted on November 22, 2016 by Alexis Wilde
West


Something is off. I don't have a pack bond but the sudden tension in the air is palpable. With my keen senses, any animal could pick up on it. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up as I sit up in my cot, blinking in the dark of the small room I took as my temporary shelter on the Ark. I glance around for a moment, taking in the darkness outside and yet that yearning feeling won't leave me alone. Something is wrong, but I don't know what. I let my eyes adjust to the lighting before I get up and make my way to the door, creaking it open slowly and making my way out onto the deck.

That's when I start to hear the crying. Wailing and sobbing and not just from one being. It almost feels like the whole Ark is shaking with sobs. I make my way to the railing and hold onto it for a minute and as if making sure we're not sinking or something, that the Ark isn't actually shaking. Of course it's not, so I'm still at a loss but when the sobs reach my ears again, I stiffen. Raven. I can hear the sound of her own voice sobbing and it strikes a nerve. Why is she crying? I don't think I've ever really seen Raven cry. She's always so strong. Even when Frost was making her his own personal chew toy, still she didn't cry as she was flung around. What could bring her to tears?

I slowly make my way down the deck toward her room, almsot creeping if only because I'm not sure of what I'm going to find when I round that final corner. I wonder at first if something happened to Tobias for surely his health would be a cause of concern for her since they're so close. Did something happen to him? I hear a voice that almost sounds like him making some kind of hideous wailing noise, like a cat that got its tail stuck in the door. Is he hurt? I creep closer but when I look around the corner, the first thing I see is a thick halo of red hair.

I jerk back at first, wariness in my bones since I've never seen her before. Of course, I have gotten whiffs of her scent around the Ark. I always wondered why a fairy would come to the Ark. What's here for her? When I look again, I can see that more of the sobbing is coming from her too. Who is she and why is she crying? What happened? My brows rise in shock and concern and I find myself chewing on my bottom lip. I feel like an outsider, like this is something intimate that I shouldn't be in on but I'm already here and I can't walk away now. They'll already know I'm here. Then the fairy speaks, her voice barely making through the sobs engulfing her slender form. At first I wonder if I heard her right so I lean forward a little, eyes widening. Did she just say...Aiden's dead? Tetradore?"

I slowly step around the corner, giving the fairy a wide berth as I stand toward the railing and let my gaze sweep over the fairy then Tobias briefly before they find Raven. My heart twists to see my best friend so broken. I want to go to her to comfort her but I know she's got Tobias for that now. I blink quickly in my shock, trying to absorb the news while feeling so unsure how to react to it. I had nothing against Aiden. I certainly didn't dislike him. I admired him for his strength and fairness. I was definitely intimidated by him but none the less, he was a good leader for the pack and a good man. I could tell. I hold my arms around me in my discomfort, my voice so soft that it's almost a whisper. "Is there...anything I can do?" The question sounds pitiful even to my own ears. I just don't know what else to say, what to do. I'm not pack so I can't understand what they're going through. My gaze mostly stays on Raven, looking to her for some kind of direction.


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