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

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Posted on September 25, 2018 by Malia Tate
West
She continued to eye the downed lion, pacing on the other side of the ring. She wasn't worried about winning the crowd's favor or trying to make a bold final move. She wasn't willing to risk herself. She listened to the countdown, watching the lion the whole time in case he found some last reserve of strength and made a dive for her or something. But instead he only laid there, seemingly wore out and beat down. She almost felt bad for him. Then the buzzer went off and she jumped a little, glancing at the announcer who said she won. She blinked a few times, as if coming out of a daze, her body relaxing. The lion moved to the edge of the ring and she scowled at the blood trail he left as he made it out of the ring and toward the healer. Then she noticed a black shadow moving to the edge of the ring and she curled her lips, showing teeth in a grin as Tetradore held the ropes open for her to slip out of the ring. He told her congrats and she smirked. "Don't pretend you had any doubts." She teased as she followed him out of the ring. He mentioned something about a healer and she snorted and shook her head, sending a drop of clotted blood flying into the crowd.

"Scars don't scare me. It won't kill me." She shrugged. She eyed the with suspiciously. She was never a fan of taking stuff, especially when she had no clue what's was. Then he nodded toward the bar, saying she could have a free drink and and she pouted, her ears drooping. "Just one?" She tried to make her eyes sad before she smirked to let him know she was just joking. He seeemd to be checking on things as they walked. Finally he said she might enjoy her time here and that her fight was revealing. She lifted a brow. "Oh yeah? What did you learn?" She was curious what he really thought. Then he said she might get the fight she was wanting and she grinned in excitement. "Oh you will. Even if I have to jump you in your sleep." She waggled her eyebrows playfully, her tail wagging. After some time, he headed to the staircase and she had a feeling this is where she said good bye. He seemed determined to get his solitude. She watched him head up the stairs before she turned toward the bar. Closing her eyes, she concentrated until she felt the shifting of her bones. People around her made room, all too used to it as she finally stood up in her human form. Sighing, she grabbed some clothes that was offered to her, not caring that she was nude as she made her way to the bar. Now, it was time for that congratulatory drink.