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

《she tells me she has a thirst for blood》


Posted on June 15, 2014 by {jaidah}
West
a little of the devil's wine
That flows inside of everyone...
Nearly two thousand dollars, who has this much cash just ready for taking? Jaidah finds herself confused by the amount of paper she holds, having never seen such a thing before. Her head tilts oddly to the side as she catches the sounds of air being disturbed above her, making her green eyes slide up as the shadow touches the ground and reaches for her newly aquired wealth of paper. With a savage growl amd a snapping of all-too-human teeth, the young woman follows the fluid motions of the cat as he leaps up and away from her place on the ground. His singular word makes her lips pull back over her teeth and a growl leap up from her throat. "Not yours! Mine!" She grinds the words out of her throat, making herself speak.

Suddenly, she leaps, muscles coiling amd releasing as smoothly as any cat's. Her now clawed hand raking at the cat in the tree, anger making her start to shift, and she sinks claws into leather, hoping to yank the male from the tree. Hunger spikes and she realizes she has ignored this feeling since trying to find paper consumed her mind. She lets this hunger show in her green gaze as she hauls the male from the tree, ripping her paper from his hand as she does. The hairs on the back of her neck prickle and itch as she stuffs the money in her pocket, and she stares at the boy from his own perch in the dying tree.

One eyebrow raises and she gives her own vicious smirk, the gesture making her look more like their father, more like the boy she hardly recognizes. The she-wolf jumps down, staring at the cat with those piercing green eyes before she turns and scratches her bare feet in the gravel, kicking the rocks in dominant fashion, making a point as she moves to walk down the street and back towards town.
J A I D A H ¤ C A I N
she-wolf ♡ 20 years old ♡ untamed ♡ vagabond ♡ werewolf
♥czaczke

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