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

Maybe I'm A Different Breed


Posted on June 17, 2014 by L U C I A N
West


All the pieces were falling into place. The Devil's Den was up and running very smoothly, business was taking off and clients of every sex and species were beginning to stream in and take account of my merchandise. I had employees I felt I could trust, and now a male wolf named Niles, new to the area, has come to submit his services to me as a beta male. The first of my pack, and a brother at arms. And he is only the first. Soon, I will offer sanctuary to any Were in Sacrosanct looking for a pack and home to call their own. the Devil's Den has the capacity to house up to 12 members comfortably in the living quarters I'd constructed upstairs above the main store. And soon, I had plans to purchase the next building over for the specific purpose of housing a large pack.

All in all, I'd say life is good.

That is, until now. Here I am, minding my business, closing up shop and stepping around the back of the building where my truck is park... having a mind to drive down to Syn and see if I can track down the whereabouts of my head security guard, Tobias. And that's when I see the brawl taking place at the end of the alley.

At first, I think it's a gathering of bachelor males, having it out in their own form of 'Fight Club'. But it seems to me that they hole gang has set themselves upon a single individual. I move closer with slow deliberate steps, the fray so intense none of the males take notice of me as long powerful strides carry my figure across the street and to the edge of the melee. That's when I spy the small white female at the bottom of the dog-pile, one black male laying dead nearby and his blood coated upon her chest. Of course, now there's far more of her own blood coating the sidewalk as the males viciously rip into her.

a whisper of thunder begins to ripple past my lips.

No one picks apart a Female on my side of town. Not here, not on my turf on my watch.

Charging head-long into the fray, I leap the last few meters, allowing the Shift to take me in mid-air. I dove straight into the thick of the fight, a massive lupine specimen measuring just over 6 feet in length and weighing an incredulous 215lbs of sheer toned muscle, dwarfing every other male on the scene. Shoulders ram into a mottled grey brute, slamming him aside with a startled yelp and jaws lock onto the scruff of another sable colored male. I shake him like a ragdoll, ripping flesh away in chunks until the wolf was yelping and writhing about in an attempt to sink his teeth into me. His fellows seem to realize the odds have changed in this fight, their attentions diverted from the female to refocus on a new target: myself.

I toss the sable male against the wall they'd backed the female into, his head hitting the bricks with a distinct *thunk* before he hit the ground and did not stir. Another smoky black male lunged for my through and I twisted to one side to dodge him. His teeth still found purchase, just above my shoulders. I feel the blades dig in and cleave skin from muscle as yet the fourth male flings himself atop my back, raking at my spine and sides with his blunt claws. Jaws snap like a vice grip towards the face of the male at my shoulder, splicing into his ear and ripping it from his skull. I shake myself to try and upturn the male at my back, shoving my weight into his stomach to try and topple him over, but the 5th and final wolf is upon me, again lunging for the throat as his comrade had.

I've had about enough of this. Black lightning flashes in the deep recesses of my eerie indigo gaze, that thunder slipping from within again, growing in ferocity as I gather my power within. I feel it culminating, whispering against my flesh in a static tingle. All the hairs upon my silver striped hide stand on end, hackles rising like spires of sterling flame. The males all sense it. All at once, they stop their maddened bloodfest at once, stilling as they feel the ominous energy building around them. Molecules flex, build, burst and suddenly it cracks!

I let out a single keening howl. A Battle-cry; as pure black light charges the air around my body, electricity zinging through the air in a pulsing wave of wild lightning, zapping all the males at once in a web of white-hot whips that burn them up within. They let out a melancholy of blood-curdling yowls, terrible shrieks of torturous blinding pain as they are each literally cooked from the inside out. Blood oozes from their lips, their ears and eyes and every orifice of their body. It all happens in less then a few beats of the heart. If you blinked you would have missed it.

And as the light is snuffed out, dying as quickly as it had charged, there is a diabolic silence that consumes the night in the wake of such power. The silence of Death in the aftermath, and the males all drop dead where they stand, bodies smoking and fur singed as if they'd all been barbecued. Because they had.

{To Hell with you Demon Curs!} I snarled in the telepathic language of the werewolf. I snorted, heaving great breaths as my body begins to feel the fatigue from having so much energy sapped so quickly. I turn to the white female, my body ravaged and gored as much as hers had been. Ears prick forward.

{Are you alright, female?} I ask, sending the telepathic message towards her.

GO AHEAD AND PLAY DEAD
SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY
YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME


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