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

This Time I'm not Scared


Posted on May 11, 2017 by Calliel Alosi
West


Presumptuous? You think I am presumptuous? Damn straight I am! Of course I am a brazen, overconfident, arrogant, bold, insolent young woman. I have seen the world for what it is. I have seen the good and I have seen the bad. One thing I noticed was that if you displayed any bit of weakness then you would be preyed upon, chewed and spat out. Sure I shouldn't be presumptuous, and yet I am. I know I am in the lair of my maker's enemy. I know that I am not safe here. He asked a question and I answered. Really and truly if you don't like my answer maybe you shouldn't have asked it in the first place. If someone would have warned me that I'd be taken into the fighting ring then I would have kept my big mouth shut. Really, I ought to know when to open my mouth and when I shouldn't, clearly it is I am still learning. I really don't like the way others are looking at us, they need to just stare at him me, please not me. Honestly the walk towards the ring felt exactly as if I was walking down death row, I mean my God this is it. This is how I will die. I knew it, I knew this was how I'd die. Nervously I go through the ropes, mumbling a soft thanks.

Standing in the ring I can't help, but feel absolutely terrified. Slowly I scan the ring attempting to at least survey my surroundings, or at least get a decent look at the spot where I'll die. Well, if this is it for me then I might as well go down with at least a bit of a fight. So, I simply use Tetradore as my target until one is presented for me. It is a shame he didn't take the bait. I would have enjoyed a snide comment or two. I have no idea what sort of top shelf drink he has and I really don't know what kind of top shelf drink I'll get. I don't think I need to make such a decision, because I doubt very seriously I'll get to. It would be a miracle if I did. So, I turn away from him as I stand patiently. I still don't know if he'll really be able to help me shift. The only person that's able to do that, without a full moon, and it's been a good year and a half since I last spoke to him. I can't help, but flinch slightly as some unknown male enters the ring and begins to strip down. Oh, right I should really get that taken care of. As I try to take my clothes off I can feel something completely foreign start to dig inside me, and I mean dig. The pull for the equine felt familiar, I remember Frost calling for it, but it was smoother. Maybe it was because he was my Alpha, or maybe I was because he was my maker. However, this felt...uncomfortable and I know I'm not fighting his control, it's the equine side of me that refuses to let him have control...and yet it is forced out...which means I can finally shift.

I never liked shifting. It always hurt. I'm small and I am turning into something, very...large. It is absolutely agonizing, to feel my bones break and shift into proper place, as they begin to grow. My hands and toes fold and scrunch up as dark obsidian hooves replace them. Eventually I'm standing on all fours shaking my neck and head as I try to get comfortable. Thanks to Frost I have the strength and muscle of his kind, not to mention, but unlike him I was built to be a bit swifter than him. The only thing that correlates me to him, at least marking wise, is the silver white mane and tail that was very similar to his own, Frost's touch I guess. For a moment I paw the ground trying to get used to being in this body again. I miss the grass and the soft sand in the ring, much more comfortable than wood. I can't help, but extend my neck and flare my nostrils, ears priced forward in interest, because I am quite shocked to see a ram. I was expecting a predator creature and I can't help, but turn my head around to see the Were-King and at least nicker softly in thanks, at least he was kind. Although I still don't really know how I'm supposed to fight. Frost never taught me how to defend myself in this form. Hell the Dark Hunters I spend my time with haven't really taught me that either. I know I'm supposed to stay away from the ram's horns...but...how I am I supposed to...well, you know...win? I need a cricket in my shoulder, or a lizard dragon thing like that Disney character...he got her to be a great warrior of China...I'd just really like to not lose to a ram in the Ark.

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable


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