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

i wonder if they know the tango


Posted on November 23, 2017 by Malia Tate
West


If there was anything Malia was good at in any form, it was eating. That ferocious appetite of hers never wavered. She'd alwasy managed to stay lean as a coyote and now she still kept a trim waist even when she could put away three cheeseburgers at a time like it was going out of style. She didn't ask questions when it came to the food in Frost's house. She didn't know who got it and it didn't matter. All that did was that it was there and for the taking. She was just glad Frost kept some meat around even though he refused to try any. She didn't think too much on the fact she didn't see a lot of the other pack members. She could smell them and she knew Nadya was among them but the were panther seemed to like keeping to herself so Malia didn't go snooping. She figured Nadya just wanted to play happy couple with Frost. Well, good luck to them. She wished them the best. But she was wondering why Nadya was out here in Tetradore's territory waiting outside a building. That is, until she smelled the heavenly aroma coming from it. She would wait there, too. Unless there's a back door or some other way to get inside.

She told Nadya she was looking for her and noticed the surprise on the panther's features as she asked what was on her mind. Malia couldn't help but laugh. "A lot actually. Of course that's the usual. Um, I actually wanted, well, I don't have a lot of females to talk to." She shifted her weight. "There's a lot of things going on with me...things I don't understand. Being human....it's definitely not the usual and I don't have anyone to explain it to me. Anyone who's not a guy." She scowled, blinking as she tried to figure out if she had explained it well enough. Then Nadya started explaining what the building was and why she was there. Malia's eyes furrowed on the word butcher. Henry had used that word before, to describe the men that prepare the meat for people to buy. She remembered laughing and telling him she needed no one to prepare the meat. She could eat it raw, after all. She smirked. "You're right, he'd probably get mad. The man doesn't even like the idea of a little water in the house if you don't know how to run a washer." She snickered like it was a good joke.

When she felt the intense golden gaze of the panther, she turned to her, the sudden concern surprising her. She shrugged. "Uh, yeah. I mean, I guess so. Do I not look okay? I'm just, I don't know, overwhelmed, I guess. How do you manage everything? How do you be human and then turn around and be a panther? How do you have a family and a boyfriend and survive in a pack? It just all seems to clash to me."

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