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

before i even turn the key


Posted on November 08, 2021 by Henry Tudor
West

I will

rise up

in spite of the ache

A part of him had hoped the woman would just walk away. He knew it was a woman by the light way her feet touched the dock. No man walked like that...unless they were more feminine. Most men clunked there way down the doc in an annoy manner. This person was delicate and decisive. The boots didn't stop until they were just a pace or two away. His hope that they would walk on was quickly shattered.

He heard the words and he recognized the voice. There was a twang to her voice, distinct and original. He'd met her before, spoken to her. Although, he couldn't remember a single conversation that had any meaning. Perhaps that was because she had met him during the darkest time of his life. That was never a great time to meet someone new and make a new friend.

Slowly, he adjusted his position so he could turn to look up at her. "...like shit." He supposed he could have been a little less crude in how he answered her innocent question, and yet, he couldn't help the way the words fell from his lips. "...and it's boring as hell." Already deciding that he would not be fishing again, he quickly reeled in the line, pulling off the worm and tossing it into the ocean. Some poor fish could snag the handout as it sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

He began to stand, figuring it was probably not proper for his line of sight to be settled directly on her vag. After all, he was supposed to not scare people away, as he was instructed to do. So at least if he was standing, then he would be eye-level with her. "You're here early." He knew she worked on the Ark, but he couldn't' remember her coming in this early on a routine basis. Then again, he didn't bother himself with most of the comings and goings of the Ark.

Henry Tudor

I will rise a thousands times again


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