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

WHEN THE DARKNESS COMES


Posted on May 16, 2017 by REGAN IZUMI
West
when you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you
Nightmares take their toll and Regan is not in the mood for company when she senses the presence of another being in her vicinity. Amethyst eyes lift and scan her surroundings until she sees a crouched human figure of diminutive stature. Her nostrils flare and she grimaces, exposing gleaming ivory teeth as she allows his scent to travel along the Jacobson's organ. She doesn't know this creature and her wariness becomes evident in the set of her feline frame. There is also something inhuman about him...something animal too...but he's not a Were-creature. Of that she is certain.

A silent snarl reverberates inside her chest but falls into silence before it ever reaches his ears. The curse of being a mute, even in her Tiger form. For a moment they simply study one another. The tiger paying close attention to the way he fidgets, the rise and fall of his heaving chest, the rapidness of his heartbeat. Her predatory instincts still lingering in the back of her mind. She could do it you know. Sink her teeth into his flesh...snap his neck with a firm shake of her massive neck. But she wont. If only because she doesn't know why she should.

Instead the ebony tigress pads silently closer to the boy and his animal companion, glowing eyes fixed to his fragile form. She gives him a cursory once over before flicking her gaze to the small bundle of fur tucked against his side. Regan licks her lips reflexively, though it would be a lie to say she didn't enjoy the little creature's reaction. The ebony feline takes a single step closer and chuffs brokenly at the boy's fingertips -- all the while being careful to avoid his touch. It would seem curiosity might kill the cat after all. Though she doubted the boy capable of such a feat.

Regan is left with one thought now. Who is he and what does he want?



"Thinks like this."



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