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

it's never the right time


Posted on August 16, 2017 by henry tudor
West


Henry did not like his animal half and Tet knew it. Tet would be the first to tell Tobias about just why he hated his animal half. However, something told him that his alpha would leave that up to him to disclose. It wasn't something that Henry felt was easy to talk about. Surrounded by weres, they all accepted their fates and embraced them. Some were born into this life...not Henry. Henry had been forced into it and it was not something he was embracing just yet.

Tobias asked why he was scared and all he could do was sigh heavily. He wasn't sure how to answer that question. He was scared to change, scared to allow the animal to come forth...scared of the hand he had been dealt. He allowed Tobias to raise his hand and he watched as the hand pressed against his own quickly transformed into a partial form. When the claws came from his fingertips, Henry quickly drew his hand away. It was instinctual...it was an indication of his fear.

He sighed as he looked up at Tobias and then towards Tet. He didn't want to delve into his personal life with his new pack. That was a burden he wanted to carry on his own shoulders...not force it on theirs. "I do not have control." The internal war within himself would continue to rage onward, even if he did it in silence. Tetradore knew what his animal half had done. He was the only one who deserved to know why he was so scared of what he was. The others did not.

And then raven was speaking and he sighed. She knew his secret...the secret he really didn't want others to know about. He nodded his head softly. "I cannot control my animal half. It did unspeakable damage before I found Tetradore." He did not say exactly what had happened, but hopefully his point would be clear enough. Henry didn't trust his animal half...not in the least bit.

Henry listened to Raven's story about her inability to control herself and what it had costs her in the end. Henry felt bad for her. He was upset that things had come to the point they had come to. But he understood. He understood how it was to not be in control and that was how he felt. "I suppose you could call me feral all the time. Tetradore has been the only one to pull my consciousness to the surface. I have done unspeakable things...though my scares are not visible." He had scars...he had plenty of them. It was because of him that Sterling was scared up or potentially dead. Sterling was everything to him and now...he was gone or dead.

He watched her turn to Tetradore and ask if they could play. Henry wasn't sure he would be able to. He had a feeling they would be far too caught up in trying to keep him in line than hunting or playing. But instead of causing a fuss, he simply nodded at the suggestion. He wasn't exactly sure how to shift. The other times had either been against his own will or at the command of his alpha. He supposed he would learn. And so, he eased off the railing and waited to fall in line behind Raven and Tobias as they exited the ship.



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