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 wanted you in the worst way


Posted on July 17, 2018 by STERLING
West


That very idea of meeting that ebony feline all over again had prompted a notable apprehension within the warlock. Although he tried to get on board with this plan, if only for the hopes of it somehow going successfully and, thus, rewarding him with more of Henry within his life, he could hardly help the way his stomach felt quite ill when he'd awoken that morning. Breakfast had been impossible to even consider, though truthfully, he was thankful that Henry hadn't been there when he awoke to see the nervous wreck he had been before calming himself down and putting himself together. Now, as the pair made that unusually quiet walk back towards Henry's pack, he could feel that tenseness in the air between them. Henry, it seemed, was just as weary of this whole ordeal as he was, only causing those butterflies to worsen all over again. Should they really be doing this? It was painfully clear to him that the panther within his boyfriend didn't like him. He had wanted to be apart of this part of Henry's life and yet...with each silent step closer he found himself second-guessing this whole affair. Maybe they just weren't meant to have the life they once had? Maybe things were just...over and neither of them had recognized it yet?

That doubt had only worsened as they continued their walk - at least until the very sight of that cargo ship made him momentarily pause in his steps. The sheer size of that boat caused his lips to part in awe. This was the first time he'd actually seen where Henry disappeared to every evening. "Your pack....lives here?" He inquired as Henry coaxed him forward, up the gangplank, and towards the solid steel door that led into the Ark. The interior was just as baffling to the warlock, his bright blue eyes swept over a fighting ring in one corner, only to eye what looked like...a bar and barstools sprawled out in front. What was this place??

He followed behind Henry, simply taking in the whole place and the peculiarities of it all. Sterling settled in the seat Henry pulled out for him, the boy glanced upwards at his boyfriend, clearly noting the hesitance within Henry's voice. "Um....I...don't...know....whatever you think is best." He offered with a small shrug. He had seen Henry's transformation, more than once, that in itself was hardly new and yet, even he didn't know how well he was going to handle...this. That sudden admittance that someone was supposed to be here to for his own comfort caused a glimpse of surprise across his features, one followed quickly by a weak simper. "I'm....not sure a stranger is going to help much." He admitted. All of this was so...new to him. The place, the people, the staff that meandered through, Henry's new friends, his creator. It was a lot to take in and, frankly, he felt a little overwhelmed.

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