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

you always walked a step behind


Posted on February 01, 2017 by emerson navarro
West


Emmy had never been one to purposely invade the privacy of another. Overall, she was a kind soul, one who wanted to live life at it's fullest. She wanted to love and she had found that...until it had been ripped from her. Now her heart ached where Alex had once been. This new place should hopefully offer her closure. Once she found Alex's family, she would be able to hopefully find peace with his passing. But until she found his family, she would have to walk extra carefully because clearly she didn't know one territory from another.

The wolf's words caught her a little bit offguard. She had never been one to share her secret â€" that she was a witch. Alex had known her secret, but she tried very hard not to use her powers because when she did, her eyes would glaze over white. Everyone would know that she was a witch. Honestly, Emerson liked to keep that part of her under lock and key. Not because she was ashamed that she was a witch...but more that she didn't want people looking at her differently. She was just Emmy...not Emmy the witch. Just Emmy. "How did you know I'm a witch?" She didn't understand scents. She didn't realize that others could pick her out so easily. Hand was still poised over the knife. This wolf had some voodoo powers that made her uncomfortable.

The silence filled the space in between them and Emmy just watched the wolf. She still didn't understand how this wolf knew so much about her...without ever knowing her before. But she would keep her questions to herself for now. She didn't want to seem like she was overstaying her welcome by asking too many questions.

The wolf's voice filled the silence of her brain, speaking of the knife that she still held beside her. "I don't know you...this knife is my protection." While she might now have any reason to use the knife, it made her feel safe and that was all that mattered. "I just arrived by boat a few hours ago. I don't know anyone here." What she didn't say was that she needed to find her boyfriend's family. She supposed once she had her closure, she would move on to another place. Emmy had never been one to stay in one play for too long.



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