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 29, 2017 by Malia Tate
West


She could tell the fruity liquid had definitely taken its toll on her balance but she still felt light as air so she didn't mind so much. She stumbled a bit, sure, but she was a were and dammit, she would walk with dignity, or at least as much as she could muster. She wanted to see what this whole car race was about. Already, she was caught up in all the excitement that filled the crowd around her. She could feel it in the air and she wanted to be a part of it. The close proximity to Tetradore wasn't lost on her either. His warmth filled the space between them and she yearned to lean toward it, or was that just the alcohol making her woozy again? She was starting to lose track of the difference between the two. The woman with the flag was just too much though. How could that possibly be comfortable to walk like that?

She snorted at Tetradore's response and shook her head, her head snapping around at his question. "Jealous? Me? I look better in my other form than she could ever dream. I get noticed when I don't want to be. I don't have to walk like a chicken to get attention." She straightened up in her pride, though she stumbled a bit again and had to put a hand on his chest to steady herself before she cleared her throat and looked back at the cars. That was when they took off. She swore she stopped breathing the minute that flag went down. Her heart felt like it was hammering right out of her chest and she took a step forward, almost wanting to be there, right in the middle of the road, just to be that much closer to the power. When the tv's flicked on, she hurriedly looked to the screens to catch up on it but her balance gave out again and she reached out once more. As his fingers brushed her chin, her skin tingled at the simple contact as her gaze met his. At his question, she nodded furtively, giving him a smirk.

"Psh, never better. I just...well, my balance isn't what it usually is. I'm usually rather a graceful creature, if I do say so myself." She reached up, gently grasping the back of his hand to pull it from her chin. As she put it back at his side, she gave it a few pats uncertainly before smiling up at him. "Now, which car is a Zonda and how do I make sure its mine that wins?""




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