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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on August 15, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Over on the farthest side of the West District, near the docks, the oddly colored lupine was having a grand ole time sneaking around. Earlier that evening she had caught the scent of freshly caught fish and really she couldn't keep herself from poking around. Besides she had a score to settle with the men that worked at the docks. Thanks to them she had the lovely experience of being drugged and trapped in a zoo. She had no intention of ever getting shot, drugged, and captured again. The very thought of being used for a breeding purpose brought nothing but disgust in her mind. Sure, breeding wolves was a smart way to help the entire species, but she wanted to take no part in such an attempt. Being violated all for the name of science was not worth it- and besides- she wouldn't have had pups anyways. Luckily she wasn't alone and a WerePanther had help her escape. Now with her stomach full of stolen fish she felt it was time she began to serve her real purpose for being here in the first place. To start getting revenge on the very people that had caused her to be trapped in such a place. Eating some of their profit just wasn't enough for her. Though she did a pretty good job with causing havoc elsewhere for them. Some of their nets got chewed on, causing the small holes to get bigger, allowing whatever catch they get to flee and possibly cause bigger tears. Currently she was roaming around in her much larger form, shoving their crates into the water and snarling at any fisherman that came near with some sort of weapon. Always she was such a kind-hearted person unwilling to inflict harm on another, not unless they needed it, and in all honesty she felt these men at the docks deserved to be harmed. What better way to do such a thing then hurting them where it hurts the most? Their pockets. As one man shoved his a long pole in her face, one massive grey paw would knock it out of his hands, blue-grey eyes narrowed as he cowered and the other men ran, but before she could pounce something bright in the distance caught her attention.

Lifting her ebony cranium, ignoring the cowering man entirely, the bright hues of orange and red could be seen within the distance on the other side of the West district. The scent of smoke confirmed that what she was seeing was indeed fire. Though the element of fire was not something she had ever been afraid of, but what did make her afraid was the particular area it was in. The vicinity of Syn in the area of the location of the fire was they very reason why she leapt over the cowering man, ignoring the shouts of fear from the others as she tore through the alleyway ignoring the objects thrown at her in her wake. Whatever was going on there she knew Tobi would be involved and she hoped to be of assistance, but truly she just wanted to make sure he was safe. But first she needed to check the warehouse just in case he went there for safety. Tearing through the alleyway her sleek ebony frame seemed to be covered by the trails of shadow that followed her attempting to cloak her in a sense. Coming around the corner of she would barrel down the long stretch, grey trimmed ears pointed forward as she barreled down the narrow alleyway. Reaching the warehouse her focus would be on the warehouse, lifting her head and tasting the wind, his scent although dominant was not fresh indicating he had not been here. Turning her skull around eyeing the hellhole that was entrapped with flames, a soft whimper of concern came from the beast, but before she could run in that direction she heard a loud shout coming from a location adjacent from her. Puzzled she swung her head around and stood still in shock seeing a male get close to a female and the strong odor coming from the two screamed danger. Raven had accidentally stumped upon the two Dark Hunters. Oh how she wished she ran into a Vril. Black lips would pull back in a threatening manner hoping it was enough to at least make them leave...she didn't have time for this.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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