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

well toto, we're not in kansas anymore


Posted on May 15, 2017 by pan
West
p.a.n.
Second star to the left, and straight on til' morning

Pan couldn't figure out how they'd found him. He'd been so careful, dodging the rugged looking men with their mean faces and their drunken sneers in the night. Gasping as the first shot rang out, he froze for a moment, his legs unable to move. Nevermind that the wolf had been watching him hungrily just moments before... in this moment, the fairy child can do little more than stand in shock and watch as bullets begin to fly around him. One by one, they ting from the metal, splintering into shining flashes of fire where they meet the rusted cage. It seems like an eternity (though in reality, only a few seconds pass) before Pan's feet can take him into action, even as Oliver quivers fiercely in the false security of the boy's ragged backpack.

Aaaaaaahhhhh he calls out, finally... reaching into a well-worn scabbard on his hip, Pan draws a needle thin rapier, deftly swinging it at the nearest attacker. He didn't notice that there was another behind him â€" for the boy was focused only on the immediate problem... but as the wolf barked a warning sound his way, Pan swiveled just in time for his sword to lick across the man's face. It wasn't a deep wound, but bought him enough time to jump away from the brute's meaty hands, leaving him grasping at air where Pan had once stood.

Take that, you scoundrel! His child voice is an octave higher than it should be, heart racing from the adrenaline of it all as he circles back to the flank of the wolf. Fighting alongside her, he does his best to stave the men off... but his fighting skills were far from honed, and in truth, the boy fought more for sport than to maim anyway. Only the she-wolf's teeth seemed to be a match for the attackers, who began to notice that they were losing the upper hand, shrinking back to the shadows as their dead bled out in the streets. One by one, they seemed to fall or to leave, until none but Pan and the wolf remained in the shadowed motorway.

Adrenaline surged through the boy, even as his eyes grew wide at the bloody sight. He turned, around and around again, looking for another to jump from the shadows, with wild eyes and jittery hands still grasping his sword. But then there is a calm that washes over this place, a stillness, followed by the acrid smell of blood on the wind. In his life, Pan had only been witness to one such event before, a distant memory he couldn't even remember... but now, looking down at his bloody hands and looking over the feral wolf, it all began to be too much. His eyes landed on the fallen bodies, stomach lurching as he noted the pale pallor to their skin, the way their glassy eyes stared into nothing. And before he can speak to the wolf who had saved him, the boy turns to try and hide his queasiness, promptly throwing up his breakfast onto the sunsoaked pavement.

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