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

haven't always been this way


Posted on November 05, 2021 by Carolina Grace Bedford
West

You throw your head back, and you spit in the wind
Let the walls crack, 'cause it lets the light in
Let 'em drag you through hell
They can't tell you to change who you are
That's all I know so far

There weren't words for how relived Carolina was for the return of relative normalcy to her life, a "new" normal so many had decided to call it. The thought caused her to roll her eyes a little, but the leopard was happy to take whatever version of normal had her out of the apartment and back to her schedule of work of sleep. It was rather early for her to be out and about today, the late hours she kept working in the Ark's infamous bar usually keeping her out until dawn was almost on the horizon followed by her crashing in that blacked out bedroom only to repeat it all again. The southerner lived for that routine that kept her busy and free of the seemingly endless monotony that she had experienced between the original Ark's sinking and the pandemic.

She supposed some good had come out of it though, a few new friends found among other things and as she walked down to the docks earlier than usual today her reconnection with those who called the Ark home. She had come to know many of the Nightshade pack members better over the last few months, Mira and Raven especially and though she kept herself on the outside of their group on technicality there was no denying how close she had grown to them.

As she neared the dock her turquoise eyes happened to spot the figure perched on the end of one of the gangways, were they fishing? Her brows rose in both surprise and confusion, while she supposed many a fish likely lived in the waters below the Ark she couldn't remember a time when anyone had actually tried to catch one. Walking nearer she finally recognized the individual, Henry, which only added to her curiosity. Henry was one of the ships residents whom she knew the least, by word of mouth and his own actions she had picked up that he wasn't necessarily the happiest member of Tetradore's pack, but out of respect for his privacy she had never really asked anything further about why exactly he felt this way.

In the few interactions she had with him he had been friendly enough in a distant manner, respectful but not prolonging that communication longer than had been necessary. Perhaps that is why she wandered his way now instead of up the ship's entrance. Mira was expecting her inside to help inventory the bar before tonight, but surely that could wait just a while longer, the cat was not particularly prone to denying her curiosity and now was no exception. Carolina made no attempt to hide her approach, her boots reverberating across the weathered wood before she stopped a few paces away from the brooding man.

And there was little doubt he was brooding, from the tenseness of his shoulders to the jerky way he handled the fishing rod he looked as prickly as a porcupine and the belle was left to wonder if he had ever actually fished before. Her daddy had taught her how to hold a fishing pole before she could scarcely walk and well... that was definitely a unique way for him to do it albeit decidedly less likely to be effective. "How are they biting today?" Her lightly twanged voice reached out to him, and though she tried to keep the smile that tugged at her lips out of the words there was a good chance she was unsuccessful, hopefully he wouldn't mind some good natured humor even if it was at his expense.

Carolina Grace Bedford.

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