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

tsunami Auree


Posted on June 18, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
West


I don't know why but I feel more comfortable in the parts of town like this where people look at you like you're a criminal and lock their doors, peeking at you from behind covered windows. The children are the only ones who still look like they feel safe. They giggle and play in the front yards while their parents stand warily on the front porch, eying anyone who so much as slows down on the sidewalk. It's almost comforting but then my pack was never like that. We didn't have much but we made do with what we had and we trusted everyone. Well, the rest of them did anyway. I couldn't trust anyone cause no one would stand up for me to my father. No one cared enough when he kicked my ribs in or broke my arm. No one did anything when he threw me into the wall and knocked me out. I couldn't trust anyone. I never could.

I know that I'm in a bad part of town. This is where Lucian's shop is and where his pack now resides. I don't feel exactly threatened by the big wolf but I don't trust him either. How can I? He's male. Raven is the only one who understands. Nadya is kind to me but she's part of a pack, a pack of males and she trusts them utterly and completely. You can tell with just one look on her face. Tobi is not all bad, at least when there's something to distract him, like a football or jewelry. He really seems to have a thing for shiny stuff. I'm still not sure why he wants to trade it off for money when there's food to be had. Why would you steal anything other than what you need for survival?

I stop outside of a small wooden house, watching the small family that I can see through the window, one of the few you can actually see through on this street. A mother and two boys sitting at a small dining room table. She puts the plates on the table and the boys look disappointed at the small share they each have. They must be hungry. I look down at the bag I have in my hand, the bag that houses the large pork roast I stole from the apartment building with Tobi not an hour again. I look back up at them. the pork roast could easily feed me for a week, if not more and yet I can't get their sad faces out of my head. Sighing, I walk over to the door and put the bag down in front of the door. I give a small knock on the wood before I walk back to the sidewalk and keep walking. I don't want to look back. I don't want to see the surprised face of the mother as she opens the door and eyes the bag that it's a bomb about to go off. I don't want to see her sudden shock and excitement as she warily opens it up and sees what's inside and I don't want to hear the eager screams of the children as they dance around her while she cooks their new meal. I keep walking.

Only when I get a few streets away do I find a wall to sulk against and slowly drag down to the ground. I'm teary eyed but I refuse to let the tears fall, not this time. I don't miss my father. I don't think I ever will, but the idea of family? That, I can miss. Even though they didn't care, the pack was still family. The dark of night slowly fills the sky but still I stay where I am, not sure what to do next. Not sure where to go from here.




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