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

such an explosive situation


Posted on April 06, 2018 by Malia Tate
West


She didn't think about the dangers of having the Ark open on a full moon but then it wasn't like she was a business owner or anything like that. She just figured it would always be open cause why not? Most Were's seem to have the most pent up tension when it's the full moon anyay so it gives them something to do, a way to get it all out. Of course there's always going to be the jerks who take all the fun away by cheating like Mr. Orangutan over here, but Malia didn't think that was a regular thing. She squared off with the monkey who glared at her from the ropes but before either could move, Malia noticed everything was getting a little darker. At first she thought the orangutan was doing something to her vision and she pawed at her eyes but then she noticed a new presence in the ring. The scent was familiar to her. The WereWolf from the forest? The last time she'd run into the wolf, it wasn't really on the best of terms but at least the wolf didn't try to kill her so that was a plus.

Her ears pricked to the voice that rang out and she tilted her head, eying what she could see of the human through the shadows. She didn't recognize this form but then she'd never seen the wolf in human form before. She looked her up and down in curiosity, taking in the curly hair and the blue eyes, plus the scars. The woman had a confident stance but Malia didn't meant her any harm. She straightened up from her defensive position though she kept one ear on the orangutan in case he got any funny ideas. It was a good thing too cause he suddenly moved his wrist and her lips curled, ready to defend the woman but it looked like she had things under control. Right as Malia was about to pounce, the glass shard that was flying toward them stopped in mid air and dropped to the mat. Malia blinked at it then glanced back up at the woman, a chuffing noise her only response as if to say "show off."

Her eyes gleamed playfully at the woman before her gaze was drawn back to the now flying ape. At first she thought he had a new ability himself but as he failed around and started moving in the air around them, Malia could see that he had no control over it. Which only left the woman. She glanced back at her, tilting her head in question as her tail flicked the air. She listened as the woman told him not to come back. Apparently he'd done the whole cheating thing before. Malia made another chuffing sound in approval, her eyes narrowing at the orangutan. A part of her hoped she might run into him somewhere else in Sacrosanct some day soon. Then they could finish this discussion.

Somewhere along the way she was distracted by a new pull on her mind, one she was far more familiar with, the pack bond. Her gaze penetrated the crowd, sweeping over everyone until she found the man she was looking for. Her brows rose a little in curiosity of his presence here but she didn't think much of it. After all, she'd been assured Tetradore and him had made up in a way so it would make sense that he'd be welcome on the Ark now just like all the other Were's. He seemed content just to watch which she was okay with. She would have been offended if he'd thought to rescue her or something. She could handle this. She turned her head though, brows furrowed, as more movement in the crowd caught her eye. Suddenly apes were appearing everywhere, her tail thumping in anticipation at the sight of the gorilla towering over the others. This was getting interesting now.

She heard the voice in her head and she went to obey but as she went to launch forward, long furry arms wrapped around her chest and held her fast. Snarling, she tried to snap her jaws around the side but the orangutan had her in a strong grip. She head Frost talking to the woman, something about this not involving Malia. She knew he had good intentions and only wanted to get her out of there before someone got hurt but didn't he know her better than that? She wasn't about to walk out on a good fight. She knew she could just teleport out of the orangutan's arms but before she could do that, she heard Frost's command and she dived low on that mat, making the ape stumble and fall forward over her back. She heard something hard connect and sat up to see the orangutan go flying to the floor outside the ring. She couldn't help but grin, using her pack connection to talk to Frost.

"Damn, you're gonna have to teach me that." Her eyes gleamed with anticipation as she turned to see the Ark turn into a giant mosh pit. Animals were everywhere, some trying to escape the madness through the door but the full moon was driving everyone else to join in the fray. She could smell blood, her predatory urges running on overdrive as her tail flicked behind her. The moment she felt someone grab her back leg, she twisted around, jaws snapping down on the ape's arm. She felt bones shatter and he jerked back with a distinct cry of pain before the crowd enveloped him and hid him from view. Her adrenaline was rushing and she saw flashes of some new energy building within her. She shifted her weight in discomfort, not sure she liked it. Something told her the power was destructive and probably not good for small spaces but how to control it?

Her gaze found Frost, pleading for help. If anyone could keep this energy from exploding within the Ark, it would be him.

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