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

there is hope after madness


Posted on December 29, 2018 by Maeve Liliwen
West




Perhaps the earliest memory Maeve has, and at this point she cannot recall if it is actually a memory, or just something she was making up in her own head, is her mother humming calm tunes into her tiny, daintily pointed, toddler ears. Sometimes, at night, Maeve learned, this humming had been the only thing to quiet the blonde child down enough to go to sleep. The soft humming could subdue her and send the pale golden haired little girl into a slumber so deep that not any force of nature could possibly wake her. But Maeve is no longer a little toddler with wobbly steps, but a child, and a child that has been without her birth mother for quite some time. Even despite having grown up as an almost normal child (despite being a fae and in the foster care system) Maeve had still been different than other children. She was more observant than most children, easier to startle, quicker to run away from a situation.

Maeve is entirely unaware of her peculiar presence. She doesn't know how rare fae people were, let alone a fae child. So she has no idea how when she peers out at Raven with those amethyst eyes from underneath those, long, dark innocent lashes, how her standing there is an entirely strange and peculiar situation, despite the cream haired colored child remaining naive and innocent, so loving and friendly. The pale child too knew little of the prize dark hunters placed upon the heads of the fae people. Especially the head of a golden haired child fae, some of the rarest of children. And though Maeve knew little, the golden haired child did know some about dark hunters, something she learned from her father that would stick with her the eternity that she was destined to live.

The pale girl with those startling violet eyes watches the curly haired woman carefully. Violet gaze following her every move. She wants to touch the scars that are buried into her skin, but Maeve even in her innocence, knows this is inappropriate and so she simply holds the drawing for the golden haired wolf girl to admire. "Well, they should not have been mean to you," the pale girl says, children and their simple solutions. "Did they apologize?" She asks, because perhaps if they said they were sorry, then everything would be okay. Maeve's innocence will be her downfall. But the sudden mention of her name that Tobi calls the woman before Maeve brings a bright and youthful smile to the little girl's fair skinned face. "Tobi is one of my best friends," she says in hushed tone as if it were a secret only to the golden haired fae, but she smiles all the same at the thought of her good friend Tobi. The smile grows even wider as she watches Raven's blue eyes turn down to the drawings to glance over them. "You like them?" She says in response, her voice holding that soft, smooth, almost musical note to it, that happiness so clearly evident on her pale face. The child so unused to any sort of affection or attention especially from adults, she handles praise with such shy smiles and pink cheeks and violet eyes that cannot quite meet theirs.

"A wolf?" She questions with wide curious eyes, aglow with such fascination and adoration for the blue eyed woman. A question hesitates on her tongue, attempting to decide whether or not it ought to make its way out into the world, lingering there like a stuffy nose from a bad cold. "Can I see?"
Maeve Liliwen
image by Wang Xi

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