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

LET THE DARKNESS TAKE YOU.


Posted on February 27, 2017 by REGAN IZUMI
West
"WHAT IS IT LIKE?" HE WHISPERED
"IT'S LIKE DROWNING. EXCEPT YOU CAN SEE EVERYONE AROUND YOU BREATHING." I REPLIED
Regan had been back from Japan for half a year now and still the thought of being around others made her skin itch. She had been living in the wilds on the South side of town and slowly readapting to human form and interaction. The last few months had been a blur and nothing of note had really stood out. Regan was too far gone into her own memories and nightmares to know anything outside herself. So it would come as a shock for her to find out that everything at the Ark had been in turmoil during her absence. Not that it seemed anyone had noticed her or the lack of her around.

The night would see Regan wandering through the darkness. A shadow in the shape of a tiger detaching itself from the blackest of backdrops. She is a phantom unto the dockyard -- a silent predator wandering in seclusion. The tiger prefers it that way...needs it to be such. The girl was not designed to be around others. She knew this and accepted it. She was better off alone, though lately that absence was pressing against her. A part of her longed for the companionship of her pack and the silence and peace they offered her tortured mind. There were some lessons you simply learned the hard way. That way you never forget...Regan's was etched into her very skin. No. She'd never forget. That didn't mean she couldn't learn from them and adapt. Something she had been trying to do before she was pulled away to Japan and upon her return. It just seemed that some lessons stuck easier and with more conviction than others.

The Ark and all its rusted glory was waiting for her return with its creaks and groans as the waves below shifted its hull against the dock. With all the silence of a shadow Regan slipped aboard with little to no notice and made her way shifting and winding through the interior and towards Tetradore's domain. It seemed fitting the emerald eyed Alpha should be the first one notified of her return to her 'quarters' aka the ventilation. With nary a thought to propriety or if what she doing was even allowed Regan shoved her way inside and followed his scent up onto a large wooden platform, only to be confronted by Raven, Tobias and some other girl in addition to her sought after Alpha. Huh.

The tigress paused a brief moment to give everyone a once over with her amethyst gaze before gliding around them chuffing a broken greeting to Tetradore before brushing her massive head against his thigh and then leaning her weight against his leg as he reclined upon his 'throne'. Regan then glanced over her surroundings and took in the sights and scents of the fighting pit. She always had loved the bloodsport. Now, however, it would seem some pressing matter was at hand that she wasn't apart of, or was not invited to. Her amethyst gaze swung back to look over her pack before glancing back at Tetradore. "What did I miss?" Little did she know.


WERE-TIGER -- FEMALE -- NIGHTSHADE PACK -- MUTE -- PLAYED BY MEGS.

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