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 November 05, 2017 by henry tudor
West



Thoughts were interrupted when Tobias' words reached his ears. He slowly flicked his ears back in the male's directly, eventually turning his head to look at the other. Did he want to play a game? No. But, he was trying to get a feel for this form. It was still so strange and new and he knew his packmates were simply trying to help him out. At least Henry recognized that they were trying to help. So instead of seeming like a complete idiot, he simply nodded his head in agreement. "Sure, I'll play." Was he sure he knew how to play? No. But he would make an effort â€" he had to at least try.

However, before Tobias could even initiate a game, he felt a giant paw swat at his face. It had caught him off guard to say the least, causing him to shuffle his feet sideways in order to remain upright. He still wasn't quite used to his feline body, so it would surely take him some time to get everything in gear.

He growled playfully, surprised that such a sound with meaning could be emitted. He lowered himself to the sand, his tail flicking gently in the breeze as he contemplated his target. He figured that his alpha would be the prime target, the one that would be expected. However, Henry didn't necessarily want to do the expected thing tonight. So instead, he pounded playfully at Tobias, tossing his weight into the man. See? He could play.




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