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 May 10, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West

The were panther had been oblivious to the presence of another on his rooftop kingdom. Risque had taken over this part of the western side for almost as long as he could remember. He knew every nook and cranny of the club, just as he had paced the flat roofs many a times before. Sometimes, when he felt particularly adventures, he'd taken to jumping from building to building, but, in the end, he was always dragged forcefully back to this very spot. There was a wistful sigh upon his lips as he leaned over, his spin curling forward ever so slightly till his chin rested upon his hand. His emerald gaze traced the street below him but he'd been far too beaten for one night to have any lingering desire for escape. Somedays were better then others, same days that fire for freedom still flared within him. Tonight was not one of those days. Momentarily the man lost himself with the thoughts of all that he was constantly denied, briefly, he allowed himself to indulge in the self pity his life so often afforded him. So much so, in fact, that he had been equally unaware of their newfound neighbor who'd taken to her own roof top to escape her own difficulties. His attention snapped to the girl at the sound of her crystalline voice but he failed to immediately reply.



His eyes trailed over her, narrowing ever so slightly in distaste of the interruption she she provided him with. His hair shifted ever so slightly in the evening breeze before, quite anticlimactically, his gaze drifted from her feminine figure and back towards the streets stretched so far beyond him. "Why'd you move here if you didn't want to be here." His sentence was pitched in a gruff deadpan tone, his baritone voice was coarse with disuse, his inquiring sounding more like a comment then any real interest within her life. He knew she was new to the city. He knew all of their closest neighbors, even if most of them didn't actually know him. Most only saw the ferocious ebony panther, most locked themselves up tightly within their quaint little homes, fearing the big, bad vampire with her loud music and unsightly crowd. And those that didn't? Those came to their establishment to drink away the same problems that led both supernatural creatures to the roof on such a fateful evening.



Innately he'd known of her species, his own inner panther quickly perceiving the platinum blonde witch as a threat within his designated territory, even if he suspected that she was hardly dangerous, and really, he wouldn't mind a wayward witch stepping in to do away with his vampire mistress. Those animalistic instincts where sometimes difficult for the boy to squash, raging against his far more reasonable human ones. "You could go someplace else. There's a cafe downtown, a tavern in the north and small diner just down the street." He nodded briefly within the direct of the place with their delicious smelling pancakes, although he rarely had the opportunity to enjoy such delectable treats. It was silly really, to discuss with the young girl all those places away from the club that he might have much more enjoyed within. The city was hardly at fault for his confinement and he sometimes yearned to explore it's streets. Perhaps he could live vicariously through the naive little witch, the first individual within a long time that didn't fear the gloomy man with his sharp claws and bright boundless green eyes.

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