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

Too wild for you


Posted on May 11, 2018 by Malia Tate
West
He was definitely a sight for sore eyes. She found him all sprawled out across his throne, definitely a king comfortable in his kingdom. His lean legs were stretched out, his chiseled chest on display for all to see. If anything, the angry pink marks from fresh wounds only made him that much more mouth watering, to her, anyway. She was a warrior at heart so any man proud enough to display his wounds lended him the strength to be worthy. She nibbled on her bottom lip thoughtfully as she reached the top of the stairs, almost forgetting what she was there for for a few minutes as she daydreamed and memorized every inch of that smooth flesh. She felt like her rendezvous with Henry had only made her body feel more alive and now her body was more open to all kinds of suggestions. She was able to imagine things she never would have thought of before and now she couldnt turn it off. Not that she really wanted to.

She swallowed, pulling every bit of willpower back to her so she could find her voice. What was she here for again? Oh yeah! It was obvious shed caught him off guard. He was engrossed in the fight happening down below. From the screams of the crowd, she would say the rhino had made the lion his bitch and now there was a victory to celebrate. Usually she would be all over that, whooping and hollering with the rest in excitement, adrenaline flowing from the promise of more bloodshed, but not tonight. She was on a mission. She knew she caught his attention when he turned to her and asked what? Like he hadn't heard her. But she knew he did. She grinned. "You heard me. It's not going to steal itself and who better to help you than me?"

Finally he got up, crossing his arms and she had to decide if it was frustrating that he would close up like that or just plain adorable that he thought he could be more stubborn than her. That was just laughable. Plus it only brought out the chiseled muscles of his own shoulders and arms that much more. She felt saliva pooling in her mouth and she licked her lips without thinking about it before clearing her throat. The way his gaze suddenly roamed over her body like it was taking an intimate tour didnt help matters at all. She felt like a prize on display. She cleared her throat again, trying for a nonchalant expression. "You're gonna need to put a shirt on, too. Clothes are required for theft, you know. Plus we might need to cover the painting with something to smuggle it out. Haven't you ever done this before?" She raised a brow, her eyes twinkling now with mischief as she teased him and waited for him to comply.

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