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
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
stranger danger
Posted on May 17, 2017 by pan
| Second star to the left, and straight on til' morning |
The tiger was a beautiful thing, and for a moment, Pan has a memory of somewhere far from here. A sleeping panther, larger than this tiger, in the green of the jungle. The cat had been guarding a bag filled with treasures (not unlike his own), and he'd offered her a trade... a gift for a gift, she'd called it. Gasping at the first of his memories to return, he offered the new she-cat a smile, reaching into his bag to find something suitable to offer her as well. Beside him, the otter continued to chitter in warning, not wanting his master to be drawn into the wily ways of a predator... but at the same time, Oliver knew that there wasn't much he could provide the boy. Pan had a way of getting into trouble all on his own, and a way of not listening to even the most insistent urging for caution. I'm not going to hurt you... He reassured the tiger, even as Oliver wound up his leg and settled around his neck like a scarf. Rummaging in his bag, Pan drew out a pale-pink seashell, perfectly scalloped and smooth from the sea. I just wanted to see the water... you like it too, right? Here - he pushed the shell toward the cat with an encouraging grin. I like pretty things â€" maybe this will help you to think of the ocean. If you listen close, you can hear it. It didn't matter that the tiger couldn't talk to him. Pan could talk to a brick wall and get enjoyment out of it, so instead of running toward the inviting waves, he settled Indian style onto the ground, ignoring the way that the cat towered over him, and began to tell her a story. I'm Pan by the way... and, I'm new here, I think. Can't tell you where I came from â€" I just appeared, but that's kinda weird... everyone comes from somewhere. And this is Oliver. He pointed to the otter, who squeaked indignantly and burrowed into the hollow on Pan's lap. You've gotta be careful around here... just yesterday I saw some bad men with guns. They trapped a wolf in a cage, and then they started shooting at us... probably better to stay over here by the water. I can protect you. As if illustrating his point, the boy tapped his hand on the scabbard, tied haphazardly on his waist, which sheathed his needle-pointed sword. Nevermind that the boy was far better at hoarding and mindless drivel than fighting, but it's the thought that counts... right? |
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