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

Don't fret precious, I'm here


Posted on June 23, 2014 by Davante Dorian
West


The shop hadn't been on my docket until the afternoon, when one of my customers hadn't shut up about an armory on another side of town. Naturally, then curiosity got the best of me. I had genuinely often wondered if I was meant to be a were-something, feeling far more feline than human at the best of times. That curiosity got the better of me, needling me until I was standing outside of the Devil's Den. When did this show up? I think I marveled for a good few minutes, before spotting her inside. And when I did, the trip over here felt all the more worth it, even if nothing impressive came out of the venture save for rubbing a little salt in that poor old tail wound.

The "Armory" felt like stepping into a massive, corporate retail store when you were used to a little vintage shop. I was at home in a dusty old store where I was given space to work and create whatever weaponry was on my to-do list. But here? I felt like I should be unwrapping everything from plastic wrap, or watching where I walked incase the floor was too new and slippery. I didn't like it, and felt a set of goosebumps teasing me, trying to get me to pretend I was more uncomfortable in such a pristine setting than I was interested in the woman before me, or the absurd array of weapons singing sweet, sweet songs to me.

When I heard the woman's voice, I couldn't hold the incredulous laugh back. Her voice was familiar from how it had found it's way into my mind when she was in my shop. I suddenly wished that I had the same courtesy to extend to her here, letting her hear mine in her's. Instead, I looked to the ceiling to note where all the cameras were, in case her "animal" instincts became strong and I had to get anthropocentric on her. I bit my lip decisively, unable to keep the mischief from spreading across my features.

" It was so terribly difficult to remember my manners when I was being threatened by this big, bad, wolf who had come into my shop. Self defense was my only choice!"

I feigned exasperated disturbance, hand over my heart. I removed it a second later, my eyes trained on her face throughout.

" Look, I am actually sorry I got your tail; I had meant only to catch fur. Besides, it seems pretty apparent to me we're on the same side, at least in terms of how we feel about your pack. You did me a favor, and I didn't repay you very well."

Look at that, some kind of half sincere apology. Now that felt impressive.










davante
Aiming to misbehave.


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