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

:: Everybody Wants To Be A Cat ::


Posted on August 17, 2014 by Tobias
West
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Heavy paws hit the ground in a smooth and steady rhythm, the lanky leopard racing away from the smoke and flames that had been the bar that for so many months now had kept him imprisoned, the young man firmly upon Nadya's trail, seeking the girl as if she had been fitted with a beacon of sorts as he lunges upward, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, perusing his territory as he does so, the young man assured his Kingly title has been restored with Risque's demise in these moments, determined to renew each of his markers and assure there is no question as to who owns the entirety of the west side. For now however his mind is upon the task at hand, pelt of black and gold aglow in the faint light of the moon, backlight by the flames of Syn within the distance as the roar of fire and screams of vampire fall silent, more than one Hunter perhaps, having been drawn to spectacle, the vampires little more than fodder as they flee the building, the leopard hardly inclined to help as he detours, if only slightly, seeing his own favoured warehouse, lunging up and through the window that is forever left open for him. The woman he seeks however is not inside, paws padding atop the steel floor in search of her, her space within the store empty, a rumbling snarl of dissatisfaction upon his lips as he shifts his own powers once more, seeking now to locate Birdie- finding her...close.

The powerful cat moves to climb upwards once more, leaping out and onto the roof of an adjacent building, claws rasping against the steal as the sound of distant shouts draw his attention once more, golden amber eyes still tainted with the darker hue of his human gaze peering own into the alleyway now, the sight Birdie halting some distance away seeing a purr of satisfaction reach his throat- before the unmistakable scent of Hunters seems to register within the cunning cat. Eyes shift downwards, resting upon the pair near directly below, a silent hiss escaping his jaws as he moves to flatten himself instinctively atop the roof, claws scraping atop the steel in disdain, tail flicking in this same sense of agitation as instinct alone warns him away. It is simply the order of things, the Hunter's below perhaps the single creatures he is not so very willing to attempt to assault, choosing often to ignore rather than engage the creatures and yet they linger close to Birdie now, some...desire to protect seeming to linger within the volatile creature as he remains concealed within the shadows, the pair sure to have seen the wolf by now as Tobias simply watches a moment longer, eyes aglow within the gloom before he slides deftly back atop the roof, slipping like liquid oil back into the warehouse.

He pauses within the inside, large paws pulling at box after box within the arms dealership until it is he finds what he seeks, powerful jaws clamping down against the iron weight, muscles bunched and heaving as he proceeds to drag his prize up the ramp and outside once more- the very nature of his species allowing such a feat, his weapon gripped within his jaws, the titanium chain Birdie had given him glinting within the moonlight as it hangs about his neck, nestled within that golden fur before it recedes, leaving the boy in place of the animal. Long fingers moves to clasp around his newfound toy, dragging it atop the roof and towards the edge once more, dark eyes peering into the alleyway once more with wicked delight, the Hunters still below as a snicker rushes from his lips. The anchor he has found is positioned neatly atop the guttering of the building, the creature waiting another moment longer, waiting for the other man below to shift ever so slightly to the side before he suddenly and abruptly releases the heavy iron weight, pushing it from the edge. The anchor rapidly falls towards it's intended target, the unfortunate and entirely unaware Kohl- the pair surely distracted by Birdie below as the leopard merely stands above, arms folded across his chest, waiting for the snapping of bone and spray of blood he is sure he has earned with such actions.

Birdie is his....thing, the west is his territory and indeed it would seem he is willing enough to defend both from the pair below, even if from a distance. Dark eyes travel now to the wolf below, offering the girl what may very well have been a grin of sorts within the dark as his attention returns a final time to the pair below, one of which he has attempted to murder with an anchor- offering Birdie a moment perhaps to gain a head-start- offering himself as bait in this moment, seeking to draw their attention away from his companion.

"Fingers....slipped......."

Yes. An accident. He never meant to drop it. Honest.





Tobi
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