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

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Posted on October 05, 2017 by henry tudor
West



He listened quietly to Raven but he wanted so badly to interject. She was under the impression that he had gone up to a random stranger and told her his life story. That wasn't the case at all. If Henry had a hard time accepting his animal half, he would not be the one to boast about that half. He wished that part of him would simply fade away. So no, he did not tell Nadya who he was. She had figured it out on her own. "You know...she approached me." He paused for a moment as he tried to tactfully figure out how to say his next set of words. In the end, he found none so he figured he best just go out and say it. "Did you honestly think that I would go run my mouth if I can't even accept who I am?" Perhaps she just didn't know him well enough. He was new to them. He was a stranger in their home. Maybe she shouldn't have assumed, but she had and now he was coming off as rude. Oh well. He wasn't sure how to not come off rude. He was only being honest with her.

He was about to continue on before he felt her inside his mind. He stopped, shaking his head a little bit. What was with were's and talking in his head? He didn't like it. He found it odd and strange and simply unfamiliar. He said nothing though even as the pictures haunted his thoughts. When the pictures finally left his thoughts, he looked up at Raven as she began to explain the images and the man who had caused them. Frost. How could he forget a name like that? "And so Nadya is shacking up with Frost?" He was trying to keep the history straight. There was a lot of pieces that he didn't quite understand, but he was slowly connecting the dots.

In the end, he decided to just leave that conversation a mystery. One day he'd have to talk to someone about it. How was he supposed to leave someone alone if he knew nothing about them? Someone would need to open up and talk about Nadya and Frost. Maybe if Raven was going to be tight-lipped about it, maybe he would just have to go ask Tetradore himself.

So instead of asking more questions about Nadya and Frost, he decided to ask about his were half. He wanted to know how to control it. He couldn't hurt anyone again...especially Sterling. When she spoke, it didn't exactly instill much confidence in him. He sighed. He wanted to control his animal half. He didn't want to go feral because when that happened, people around him got seriously injured. "I don't know how to shift. Every time has been involuntarily during the full moons or with Tetradore's help." He felt like the worst fuck up of a were. Maybe one day things would be different. Maybe.




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