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

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Posted on May 12, 2014 by Alexis Wilde
West

Who would have thought my night would turn out to be so eventful? I don't know what came over me, yelling at the men like that. The moment the word was out of my mouth, the color drains from my face as my hand goes to my chest. My breathing ramps up and my heart starts hammering. The men turn to me with faces of anticipationg, apparently much more willing to see what they can do to me over the old gentleman. On the upper hand, he manages to slip off while they're distracted without any problem but that leaves me with three men advancing with knives. Thanks, dude, you're welcome.

As they get closer, I'm left frozen. Every instinct in me is saying it's time to run but my feet won't move. The men start chuckling, one cat calling and whistling like it's just a stroll in the park. They must know that I probably won't put up much of a fight, at least not until I've gotten over the shock. When the smell of another Were hits my nose, I stiffen even more than I already was, the hair on the back of my neck standing on end as I look up, just in time to see a large cat land on the dumpster beside me.

I jump back automatically, a whimper falling from my lips as I stare with eyes between the leopard and the men. What's going to happen now? Is she working with them? But the men look scared shitless. The leopard reaches out with huge claws, raking them through the closest man's arm like knives through butter. He drops the knife with a clatter as blood starts gushing out of the deep wounds. The other men start cursing, one swinging his knife back and forth toward the leopard, trying to warn her off. The first man takes off, holding his arm. I watch him run past, too shocked to even recoil back.

Meanwhile the giant cat lashes out, warning off the men. The threat is clear in her big golden eyes. I shrink back against the wall, scared enough to run but too curious of the other Were to actually do it. Why must I be so curious? After a minute, one of the two remaining men swears, yelling.

"Fuck this."

He takes off running with his knife, leaving one man. That man loses all his resolve when he finds out that he's all alone in his endeavor, taking one more long look at the cat and then at me before he takes off too but that last look makes me shiver. That was a promise that it won't be the end of him. I hyperventilate against the wall, my head ducked down, my eyes closed tightly. What if the cat turns on me now?





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