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 Not Listening


Posted on June 30, 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 was panting, my chest heaving to draw oxygen into my lungs. I felt overheated suddenly, and was aware that my body was cloaked in a thick residue of crimson Life-blood. The white female watched me with mismatched eyes wide with fear.

It took her several moments, but finally she gave a hesitant nod of her head. Her eyes linger upon my figure, trailing the deep scratches and cuts where I'd been bitten and mauled. She creeps closer, keeping her body low to the ground as she slinks up beside me and curls up on the ground. I look down at her, far more petite and so fragile looking in comparison to my immense size.

T-thank you. I hear the delicate brush of her voice in my mind as the telepathic message is sent. "Don't Mention it," I respond with a nod, feeling what meager scraps I have of energy left being sapped from my frame very quickly.

I needed to get back to the warehouse, inside where I could rest. I glance at her, seeing her own accumulation of bite wounds. Deep sonorous voice sends another gentle wave of telepathy, feeling haggard and sluggish.

"Come if you wish... I must get inside and rest... You would be welcome. You can clean your wounds and get something to eat as well." I begin to walk, back towards the door of the Warehouse. Back to the refuge of the Devil's Den. I look to the female, to see if she would follow.

As we walk, I spare a final glance at the bloody corpses of the werewolves, making a mental note to have Tobias dispose of them before morning when someone would notice. I glance at the female once again.

"I am Lucian, who are you... and why were they after you?"