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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on June 15, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Honestly if she had to create some sort of business, an armory would have never crossed her mind. Before working here she was simply roaming the town looking for small things to do, anything really to get her mind off of everything. Reading books and taking strolls through the woods could only do enough. Books and walks could only do so much for the reclusive woman. Like any Were she craved socialization. It was a natural need to be among others, to work alongside someone, to have conversations and relationships be they important or flimsy. Keeping herself from others and only sticking to her solitary routine caused the girl to feel that continuous pain of agony within. Being offered the job was a kind thing for Lucian to do, but deep down she felt it was more like a hand out. When she first met him he had offered Tobi a job and perhaps out of pity he extended her a small position. It was a rather easy position to take, the workload simple. It was dealing with her employees she had a difficult time with. Like a pack there were ranks and even though in her own pack she held no rank, not even an Omega, here she was struggling to figure out what her place was. Granted her position wasn't lofty or respected, but it gave her the chance to have some sort of understanding with how to communicate and function with others.

Thankfully her long double shift was nearly over. It was Monday and like any other worker she was ready to call it a day. Tonight, after she cooked some to eat for herself and her spotted feline fiend, she would stretch her legs out some and wander around the warehouse district. Reputation and fear had to be upheld even when the spotted King was stuck at Syn. She couldn't have the sailors and workers in the warehouse district assume they were safe. Besides, she could bring Alexis along and they could steal the fresh fish and produce they could get at the market. Even though she was getting paid by Lucian that didn't necessary mean she kept all her money. She would split it between herself and Alexis providing her fox-friend an allowance of some sort should she want to go out in the world and live a little. It wasn't such an honorable thing in her book, but it was a survival technique and how could she betray such a natural instinct?

The curly-haired woman was quietly working behind the desk listening to the subtle ticking noise of the clock, waiting for the chime to begin so that she could close and lock the door. Her mundane task tonight were cleaning the various guns that were set outside in the target range. It was rather an odd peaceful feeling, to have a rag in one hand and a rather large automatic weapon in pieces, cleaning the metal until it looked like new. It wasn't such a difficult thing to do, but apparently her coworkers would rather slack off in the back, sitting down or packing up, ready to leave the instant the clock bell rang. Seeing as everything was cleaned and polished she would start to assemble the gun back to new, taking the small pieces and putting them back in their exact space. Her movements methodical and yet quick, a small game she played to help pass the time. Her head would briefly tilt upwards when she heard the door open and the rush of wind run through bringing with it a familiar scent. Instantly the hair on her back stood on end as she attempted to squish the low growl that was itching at the back of her throat. With Lucian and Tobi not around all she could do was fend for herself, for the time being, should the warlock decide to attack her once again. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as she watched him approach the desk, her fingers moving and placing the pieces together, her entire focus on him. Hearing his snide comment she let out a disdain snort as pale pink lips pulled back slightly to show those sharp canines giving him a good warning should he wish to have her teeth sink into his flesh once more. With an eased cold tone she didn't skip a beat as she replied angrily.

"You didn't properly introduce yourself either."

Like hell she was going to provide him any manners. She hardly cared if Lucian would get after her for not being polite to a potential customer, as far as she was concerned, this was the man that stabbed her tail and he was nothing but a threat to her right now.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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