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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on July 01, 2018 by Raven Clocksworth
West
i'm not ashamed of my scars, i'm ashamed of the world for not understanding.

It had been far too long since the last time she was able to move around like this. The last time she was able to be this free was the night she decided would be their last in that dreadful hell hole. For years and years they had both suffered the physical and emotional abuse. Her other half couldn't stomach raising a tooth or claw against others, but she could. She waited in the darkness, biding her time, waiting until she decided to let finally let go! She understood, to an extent, of just why her softer side desired to be accommodating to them. But she would never stand for it if she had control. For far too long she had been trapped, waiting, for that chance to come out once again. There were some chances that came here and there. However, just as quickly as she was able to come out she was quickly shoved back in. Tonight though she was ready! The full moon was out and being surrounded by creatures filled with adrenaline as they fought was far too tempting to ignore. The presence of Frost only further encouraged the beast to decide that tonight, was the night to finally come out and take control. She recalled that night he had walked into their territory. The effects of his chilling attack left her other half in distraught while it only fueled her own anger. Too many times their life was put in danger by another and she simply would not have it again.


She had to focus on the long-armed creature that brought his screeching minions. Man could they not all shut up? Without hesitation she attacked anything that approached her. Her jaws would slam down one by one on each primate that came leaping at her. Some of the moneys came only armed with their teeth. Others attempted to attack her with some sort of sharp object. Frustrated and uncomfortable with the overwhelming onslaught she fought back with a vengeance. Once again their home was being threatened and the ebony cat and the spotted cat were nowhere near to be seen to assist. Typical, just typical. Every time she was left here alone something exciting occurred! She could feel her other half beseeching her to stop killing, telling her to knock them out and render them incapable of retaliating. Well, killing them would do the job too! Her other side did not comprehend that there were times when they were allowed to kill and this was one of them. Even the darker pelted cat would understand, she was sure in this at least, because he understood. Why else did the panther constantly participate within the ring when the challenger threatened to take his title or home?


Blue-grey eyes narrowed when she noticed the pair that were not a part of her pack and were not primates, were running along the balcony. Growling she followed after them destroying anything that came in her way. Her ears would flatten when she heard an irritating 'boom' of the pillar unlatched from the roof. There tumbling from the rafters was the entire reason why she came out in the first place. Snarling she leapt up grabbing a hold of the orangutan, but cried out when she felt the creature lodge something sharp into her left eye. Her jaws would clamp down even harder as she shook her dial back and forth roughly, ignoring the sounds of his screams. Slamming him into the ground, and placing her paw over him did nothing to cease his screams or the screams of everyone around her. The loud metallic sound of something pounding into the ground cause a ringing sensation in her ears. Growing softly she glared at the white-haired man. His words didn't make much sense to her, except the word 'blood.' Louie continued to chatter underneath her paw those words hardly being understood. There was that other voice rattling in her skull, she understood those words perfectly.


Shaking her head her growl only intensified as she heard the screams and chatters of the monkeys around her, asking Frost and Malia for mercy for their leader. Wanting to quiet this nonsense she grabbed Louie again and got up on all fours walking slowly towards the one responsible for nearly killing them before. Standing before Frost and Malia she glared down at them, bearing her teeth with Louie still trapped within them. Without any hesitation she tossed the orangutan up in the air and happily caught him, crunching down on him, eating the former King of the monkey pack. The primates and gorillas slammed their fist into the ground in agony and dismay as their leader became wolf food. When she was finished she lowered her dial slowly, the hot steamy blood from Louie dripped slowly from her bloodstained muzzle. Angrily she roared at Frost and Malia making it clear she wasn't at all thrilled with their presence. With them covered in Louie, and the two of them not leaving, she snarled again this time chomping slightly above their heads, to encourage them to leave. Ready to make her bite count this time she was about to lunge her dial towards Frost until she felt something rough slam deeper into her eye. Apparently one of the primates was upset she had eaten their leader that they a chair at her face. Growling she turned around and charged full speed at the monkey leaping onto of him as the table he was hiding other broke entirely. Lying down she held the monkey down with her paws as she chewed on him, while everyone else ran around screaming in terror to get out of the Ark. Panting the feral creature laid her had over her giant paws, growling at the pain she was feeling in her eye. Jackal managed to get to her in the middle of the throng of terrified Weres, his hand meeting her muzzle as he spoke to her loudly.


"Sombre and Gato will come, I called. Take it easy Salvaje, we'll try to get that piece of glass out of your eye...somehow."


Jackal looked worriedly around as he continued to gently stroke her muzzle, the feral creature growls continuing to grow, as she continued to lay down, a bit exhausted from all the fun.


Raven Clocksworth.
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