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 ride the edge;


Posted on April 11, 2021 by Mira Ramos
West

Some fear fire, but I've become it.


Mira was having a blast, enjoying that rare moment when the ship's pristine bar was entirely empty. While everyone was off doing their own thing. Many would find that level of quiet... unnerving, yet the she-wolf relished those few moments when she was well and truly alone. Yet somewhere scratched beneath that surface even though she could be blissfully independent, there was a part of her that had relearned the ability to enjoy the company of another when working. It had been far too long since the last time she'd seen Carolina and truly had a moment to catch up with the elusive leopard that seemed to be floating around for all the important parts. Yet curiously enough, didn't quite fully commit to pack life. How Mira could relate to that, even though she hardly knew the reasons why Carolina seemed to be holding back. Fortunately, it wasn't a difficult task to snare the woman into being her work buddy and her latest taste-tester victim/volunteer to those perfectly blended intricate drinks.

A familiar, bright smile graced her lips as she eyed Carolina's good-natured disposition that maintained even while listing that long, tiring list of what needed to be done before opening night. Yet that was hardly a deterrent to the blonde were as it could have been. It might have seemed like a long laundry list, but in reality, it was short work for two pairs of capable hands. The undaunted Carolina seemed eager at least, the light teasing lilt caused Mira's golden molten gaze to shift back to her from the high-priced bottles she was eyeing. With a definitive nod, she uttered that single admittance. "I missed the grind if I am being entirely honest." While she enjoyed that time away, with Tetradore and his family. She missed the pack. She missed her bar. That something that felt like hers.

The blonde-were woman replied to that light-hearted while also a slightly impish question about her tolerance, a rather important question when assessing how strong to make those drinks. Carolina already slicked her hair into a work-ready ponytail that was equivalent to putting on a game face to get shit done. Mira mulled over that offered statement that her tolerance wasn't what it was. "Oh, is that so? Does that mean the southern belle has a bit of a past?" Of course, there wasn't a single person on that ship that didn't. Yet it hardly deterred her from asking as a single manicured brow shot skyward, hardly hiding the fact that she was damn curious. That realization that she knew so little of the woman she had worked so closely beside. Yet that gentle nudging was hardly a prompt to get the woman to spill her guts and lay her soul bare, after all, the entire pack all had pasts they rarely spoke about. But the notion of wild child Carolina was an amusing thought to cross her mind.

As if reading her mind, Carolina sensibly inquired where to start, a single hand rose to run through her brunette locks as if deciding on what to tackle first. Hmm. Her golden gaze flicked over toward the small boxes to the left of her. But it was the second inquiry that drew a genuine grin to her lips. "Ah, a woman after my own heart. I'll mix us up something good while you start on finding a home for what's in the boxes. Everything is set up similarly to the old one." A touch of familiarity along with plenty of modern upgrades. While there was work to do, there wasn't anyone to say that it had to be done sober.

Mira mused over her own preferences when that grin turned near mischievous as she caught the other woman's familiar turquoise eyes just before she straightened, moving to aptly pluck two sparkling new glasses before her upon that polished bar like she was on autopilot. " Do you have a preferred poison?" Vodka? Tequila? Whiskey? Rum? The possibilities were near endless and so were those endless combinations.

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