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

chase the sky into the ocean


Posted on December 04, 2016 by Samantha Cassidy
West

Samantha Cassidy


It had been weeks since the Faerie Queen had ventured too far into the Western streets, and yet for today she had found herself within them. There was something about the warehouse district that called to her despite the iron that existed within those steel buildings. There was that feeling of danger. And yet, one that existed entirely of comfort. That the Were King she had loved before his demise owned these streets were a source of comfort. Though, since Samantha had had no contact with the Nightshade pack, she could only assume they still held these streets. And that she was still welcome within those streets considering that the death of the Nightshade Alpha was her fault.

She could remember walking these streets with Aiden and feeling so remarkably safe. Alone, it didn't have the same effect.

She should go home, and perhaps that was where Samantha would have headed if it wasn't for the tingling that went all the way down her spine. There was that instinctive feeling of another faerie nearby, and Samantha was instantly curious. After all, it was uncommon to run into other fae outside of the burlesque in the Eastern district. For what Samantha knew, the only fae that were frequent in the West were herself and Dorian.

It was instinctive that she wanted to know more.

After all, what if it was a faerie like what she had been when she had been turned? What if the fae didn't know of the dangers that iron could do to her system? What if she didn't know any better and had no one to protect her? After all, Samantha herself had burnt herself on the metal that she didn't know would harm her. There was, of course, a chance that the fae she just watched disappear into a building would have been capable on her own. But that good heart within the Faerie Queen had her ducking off the sidewalk and into the building that the girl had disappeared within.

Truly, Samantha had hardly anticipated that she would even talk to the woman. No, she just wanted to make sure she was okay. But it seemed that fate had other things planned for her today. The woman winced immediately as the door creaked loudly in the deathly quiet space. Samantha froze in the doorway as the brunette turned to look at her, the words that she was offered doing nothing but confusing the queen.

"I don't think I'm who you're looking for." Samantha said calmly, her voice - while quiet - seeming entirely too loud in the small space. "I'm Samantha, though. I'm the Queen of the local faerie court. And you are?"

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