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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on April 17, 2017 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

years I've walked in the coldest winds
from sorrow and pain I find my strength
the more I hurt, the clearer I see.


It took measureable effort for the feline to so suggest those emotions to his companion, the man so relying upon his most unused, and thus most unhoned, gifts within that moment to quite near pry that human part from the hold of that feline. He could feel the way Henry so fought with that feline to give into that pull and, eventually, the man could feel that cat slowly losing its hold upon the man. He was hesitant, truly, to release his gaze upon the man. It was only as Henry pulled his gaze away, settling upon the floor beneath them with a sort of placidity that had been wholly absent there but moments before. His emerald eyes remained intent upon the man in an entirely weary fashion, unsure whom was now in control of that body before him. A soft breath slowly left his lips as those thoughts were so pressed into his mind. That hypnotizing pull to his gaze slowly vanished as he settled onto his haunches, simply eying the cat in an inquisitive fashion.

In truth, he'd never seen anything quite like this. But, then again, he'd also never met someone newly turned, much less turned one himself. Was this...normal? He didn't remember this when he was a child. "It could be because you've been denying it's existence..." He commented pensively. "Usually, the feline and yourself are...one. With you they seemed to be separate entities. It's possible, I suppose that the more you shift and come to accept your cat, the more you two will...merge into one....still....I can't be sure. This might be how you are....but we'll work with what we're given." Tetradore stated simply enough. Although he was willing to provide his vector with some resemblance of hope, he hated providing any unwarranted expectation when he had no guarantee. Now that he knew how to drag the human from the cat, he could start associating far more positive things with the shift. "Do you think you have a hold on yourself now?" He inquired, ensuring the man would remain in control before they stepped out of that warehouse.

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