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

Maybe I'm a Different Breed


Posted on June 26, 2014 by Lucian D'Manaco
West

SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY
YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME
Maybe You're Better Of This Way...




I watched her studiously, perfectly aware of just how uncomfortable she was. Perhaps I was feeding off her anxiety, for I felt a tension building inside myself, as it had continued to build within her. Her answers were clipped, short. She thought she was being interrogated, and in part she probably was. But, as she had put it, it was for her own benefit.

"We are all feral-minded, Raven. We're Were-Creatures. Just as much animal as man, if not more-so. There is no such thing as a tame Werewolf. Or Werecat, or Were anything. Just as a Tiger in a cage is no more tame then the one in the jungle...."

She had been brainwashed to believe that her abusers had done her harm for her own protection. That her actions, wild or aggressive as they might have been, were a handicap. It was ridiculous, this 'Feral Affliction' a belief that I did not, nor ever have shared. But be that as it may, the damage her pack had done to her may well be irreparable. As a grown woman, she was set in her ways, unopen to the idea of opening her eyes to the possibility that everything she has ever known has been a lie.

As I continued, going over the details of wages and employment and more, she simply shrugs. Her head lifts some to address me, one hand brushing the golden curls from her face as she replies.

Brows furrow slightly.

Females. Such vexing creatures, truly I will never understand them.

But sometimes, people are so deeply drenched in their own lives, own situations that they cannot see the truth, so blinded by circumstance. Perhaps that was the case here. I reach across the table, one curled finger moving to lift her chin if she would so permit me, so that her eyes would meet the deep indigo of mine, and for once, the hard chiseled features of my stern face soften to something full of compassion.

"Truly? You would deny yourself the possibility of seeing who you really are? The little girl hidden deep inside, caged away to be forgotten and neglected as those monster have done to you? How is that fair, sweet Raven?"

I sighed, drawing away then, shaking my head. "It has been my experience, that the deeper you try to bury and hide your demons, the more terrible and dangerous they are when they are finally unleashed. And one day, it Will happen Raven. Like it or no, mark my words. It would be better, gentler for all... if you explored these dark things you fear inside you. With the right guide, whomever that may be. I hope you will give some thought to what I say today."

And That was for her own benefit. You could bank on it.

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