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 was dreaming of bigger things


Posted on February 25, 2019 by henry tudor
West



Perhaps it was because Henry had been born into the pack, per say, that made him entirely unaware of just how popular the Nightshade pack was. Before he had been turned into a were, he had no clue that wears existed. He knew about witches, only because his boyfriend was on, but that was pretty much it. He had remained oddly ignorant of what could come out from a shadow and kill him. The first time he had met the Nightshade pack had been out of necessity and at Tetradore's urging. He was still getting accustomed to how things were, he hadn't meant anything by it. "I don't know, I just live here." He shrugs his shoulders gently and looks to Alexis for confirmation.

He then introduces himself as Henry, hoping that introductions might take some of the strangeness out of their meeting. The Boy introduces himself as Marcelo and Henry reaches out to offer him a hand to shake. "It's nice to meet you Marcelo." Which, it was nice to meet someone else, especially someone he didn't immediately want to fuck. It had been his luck recently that the people he seemed to meet and make friends with appealed to his sexual side. Thankfully for Marcelo, the boy was a little to young looking for his taste. He wasn't a cradle robber (or rather didn't like those that looked pre-pubescent).

He mentioned that he didn't care much for the fights, so he wouldn't be much help in that department, but the other knew enough to know that the fights were the pack's source of incame. He shrugged nonchalantly. "Let's just say I was born into this life, I didn't choose it." Because believe or not, he wouldn't have chosen the fights or the life of the were if he had been asked. But he hadn't been asked, he had been forced into this life. While he was mostly accustomed to it now, he still wished he was human from time to time.

He mentions that he could wait at the bar for Tetradore if he wanted, and the other was all too willing to follow him. "Are you even legal? You look like you're ten." Maybe not ten, but he didn't look twenty one. Raven would kill him if he let a minor drink. He didn't wait for an answer before he followed Alexis into the Ark. Once at the bar, he scooted into a barstool, offering the seat next to him for Marcelo before turning to the bar tender. "Whiskey on the rocks, thanks." It was a shame how much he drank these days. Too much stress.




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