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.
Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn
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.
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
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
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
Being a human turned into a Were isn't that easy. Honestly someone should have written a book on what to expect when you are turned into a Were either on purpose or on accident. As easily as it was for Frost to accidentally turn me you would have thought someone would have done it by now. I guess if you were born a Were it makes sense for you to have the ability to keep your animal half from dictating what you get to do or not to do. Let me tell you what it's absolutely annoying when the horse side of me tries to take control or decides the reactions it wants to do. I guess I don't mind being a horse anymore. Now that I'm in the cavalry I'm learning what I am capable of doing. Even though I'm really big I can do a little bit of fancy footwork like hoping up and down in one place and skipping over things. There is a lot that I still don't know how to do, because I'm not allowed to participate in all the lessons, but I do get to observe and see what the others can do. They can do some pretty neat things that I didn't know was possible for a horse. So, I guess it's not so bad being a horse. Although I do miss the ability to eat meat. Vegetables, fruits and tofu can only go so far though.
Walking through the cheesy Western landscape I follow the little signs sprinkled along the pathway that shows where you can go to find the different rides. Hearing the delighted shrieks and screams I knew we had to be close to one of the roller coasters. Turning around the corner I can already see a long line for the Outrider. A very fast wooden roller coaster was a good first ride for Tetradore. Not that he would be frightened by the ride or anything, but you know it's something new and I think it would be a little bit daunting. I mean when I was a kid and my parents took me I was a bit hesitant. Putting me in a wagon with one bar across my lap and you expect me to believe that I won't fall out? Yea, sure. Now that I understand physics it totally makes sense! That and well, experience.
Leading him away from the long line and to the non-existent line for the fast past park theme goers we go through the waiting area rather quickly, ignoring the signs that explained the story about why this ride was known as the Outlaw. Climbing up the stairs we eventually make to the top where the workers start filing people on the ride, and then filling people off the ride. Watching the next coaster filled with giddy people slowly start to roll out I head over towards the front gate, lifting up my wrist to show the red band. As the next train of folks come in and they climb out, the gate opens and I head straight for the front seat, beckoning Tetradore to follow. Settling in the wagon I raise my hands up slightly to let the worker slam that heavy bar across to our lap.
"I think for your first ride you should have the honor of sitting in the front, where you get to see everything."
Once everyone was settled in and the workers shouted at one another that it was okay for us to go I rest my hand on the bar as the coaster jolts back and then forward. As the train starts to pull forward and then climbs up at a steep incline I turn rest my head against the headrest, turning it slightly to see him. I can't tell if he was okay or worried, but this is my only chance to make sure we do this right.
"I know this is going to sound crazy, but when we get to the top...don't close your eyes and raise your arms up high. You're going to want to hold on to the railing, but I'm telling you don't..."
I know it's going against instincts to not hold onto this railing as we go down, but I think he should enjoy that feeling of almost free-falling. As we slowly get to the top I raise my arms up, eyeing him for a moment to make sure he does the same. Once we make it to the top I inhale and exhale patiently as the coaster stops, eyeing the track we're about to follow, knowing what's going to come next. Suddenly the coaster propels forward and down like a rocket we go! I can hear the screams behind us as the coaster goes down, straight down. I can feel my stomach rise to my throat and then fall back into place as we jolt to the left and right suddenly, then going through the loops twice. It didn't take long for the ride to end. Lowering my arms I turn to flash the Were-King an enthusiastic grin, hoping to see some sort of positive reaction on his face. As the coaster pulls through and stops in the place we were a few minutes ago the bars move forward, climbing out I head towards the exit, calling over my shoulder to him.
"Enjoy yourself? Come on, if we make it down quick enough you can see the photos."
Going down the ramp with the rest of the people that went with us on the ride we make down to the start of the line only this time I head over towards the little hut with a few different TV screens with numbers on them. Looking through each screen to find our figures I manage to catch it in the top left corner. Clearly on my face you can see an eager smile, but I'm not quite sure what emotion you could see Tetradore expressing. Shrugging my shoulders I start to turn around knowing the next fun roller coaster we can go on.
"We'll get you to smile on one of these rides, come on there's plenty of different rides to go on."
And that was how we spent our later morning and early afternoon. Once we finished the rides in the West we headed up north to the futuristic themed area. You know where they believe in the next 50 years everything is all metallic and clean, with weird techno music. Because the rides were made out of metal it was not surprise that the rides were much faster. The speeds were mostly above 100 mph, some were inside a building, others were where your legs would dangle, each one fun. It was rather fun honestly, tiring, but fun. Once we exited one of the rides where the coaster shot you backwards and then forwards I could hear someone's stomach growling. I could smell some of the food nearby from their stalls, it was meat...all of it was meat. Damn being a horse sucks, I could SO go for a turkey leg right now. Heading over to a group of stalls that were selling various foods I looked up at him.
"Hungry, yea? Why don't you get yourself some food and I'll find a funnel cake stand and get you that. We can sit at one of those benches."
Calliel Alosi
Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable