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

of finding yourself stuck out on the ledge


Posted on October 21, 2017 by henry tudor
West



When Tetradore insisted that they go upstairs to talk instead of here at the bar. Henry wondered briefly why he wanted to talk in private versus out in the open, but he tried not to let the worry cross his features. Slowly, he stood from the barstool and began to follow his alpha up the stairs and towards his office, a place Henry couldn't remember ever visiting before.

He cautiously entered the office, somewhat fearful that he was entering an intervention or some shit like that. Instead, he saw his alpha plopped down on the sofa. He entered the room, closing the door behind them to give them some privacy if what he wanted to bring up was more sensitive in nature.

Not quite sure that sitting on the sofa next to him was entirely appropriate, he settled on simply leaning against the desk. There was an awkward silence that filled the space between them before Tetradore spoke, shedding light on the fact that he had heard about their little encounter. He sighed. "She came up to me at a bar. I didn't seek her out..." First Raven, now Tetradore. He was beginning to think he was a shit pack member. "Raven has already chastised me. Y'all should just give me a list of people I can't make eye contact with let alone speak to so I don't fuck shit up." He wasn't trying to piss people off. In fact, he was trying to do the exact opposite. He was trying to fit in. Clearly he was not doing a very good job of that.




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