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 can't escape this hell [RAVEN]


Posted on April 08, 2018 by henry tudor
West



The Ark was finally closed down for the evening. The patrons had left and the place was relatively picked up. Henry had been thinking a lot about the conversation he had with Tetradore and he knew it was the right thing to do...despite how uncomfortable it made him feel. He didn't want to think about what might happen when he shifted in front of his lover. He didn't want to think about the pain he might inflict on the man he loved more than anything. But just because he didn't want to think about it didn't mean it wasn't something that needed to happen.

Raven was the only person who understood what it meant to go feral. She was the only person who could explain the animal vs. the human to Sterling when he could not speak for himself. He wanted someone to be there with Sterling when he shifted and he knew that Raven needed to be that person. Whether or not he could convince her to go along with it was another thing entirely.

Before the hour got too late, Henry had himself a final shot of whiskey to try and build up some sort of courage. It took him a long time to walk down the hall and stand in front of the room Raven shared with Tobias. He sighed as he raised his fist to the door and began to knock. "Raven...it's Henry, I need to talk to you." There. He had at least started the process by asking for an audience.

Henry had always been the newcomer here, never really felt like one of the pack. Maybe it was because the others had history, maybe it was because he was new, or maybe it was because he hadn't made an effort to be a part of the group. But now, more than ever, he needed the support of his pack for something that would no doubt be the hardest thing the were had ever done.




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