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

just another notch Open/Alekai


Posted on April 03, 2018 by Katarina Foster
West


She couldn't let the world see that she'd been spending more time crying than sleeping so she dabbed on some dark mascara and put some foundation to cover the dark circles under her eyes. She was barely eating and it was starting to show. Paranoia looked bad on her. She spent most of her time out patrolling, though a part of her knew Viktor wouldn't just show himself to her out in public just because she was alone. He was probably watching her from somewhere, laughing at her misery. This is what he wanted. She knew that and still she couldn't bring herself to keep Kohl in danger by staying with him. If someone came after her, they would take him out to get to her and she could never forgive herself.

When she wasn't walking around, praying for some kind of hint or clue to her Maker's whereabouts, she was still training. Her muscles were feeling the burn since she wasn't getting the nutrients she probably should be getting. But still she pushed on, knowing Viktor wouldn't take it easy on her just because she was in a bad place right now. In fact, that would be his invitation to go in for the kill. She hit the punching bag with everything she had, grunting with the effort as the bag swung back to her. Spinning, she kicked it with all her might. That was going to bruise the hell out of her shin later but she didn't care. She kept punching until her knuckles were bleeding through the tape. By this time, silent tears were streaming down her cheeks but they only fueled her fire more.

She didn't stop punching and kicking until she couldn't breathe anymore. Throwing herself down to the mat, she wiped at her face and stretched out for a minute, gasping in huge lungfuls of air. "I did the right thing. I did the right thing." So why did she feel like her heart was breaking all over again every day that she woke up and she wasn't next to him? She didn't even want to think about what he was doing. He'd probably hate her by the end of this. Tell her she should have trusted him and let him help. She knew fighting wasn't his thing. She would never force it on him. But she ached for him like nothing else. Finally she got up and headed outside, thankful for the waterproof mascara that didn't smudge after a good cry session. She threw the tape from her hands int the trash can on the way out, flexing her bloodied and cracked knuckles before she took off in a jog down the side of the street.

Most of the journey through town was uneventful till she reached the west side of Sacrosanct. She knew this was the place to go if she was looking for trouble. Maybe that's why she frequented this area more than anywhere else. Her senses jumped to high alert the minute she hit the spot where the street lights didn't seem to reach, the sidewalk plunging into darkness as the moon hid behind a cloud.


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