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

Putting the pieces together


Posted on April 09, 2022 by Nadya Tetradore
West
Wake up to your dreams
And watch them come true



It had been a long night. She was tired, hungry, cold, and had the worst headache ever. All Nadya wished to do was to get a hot shower and crawl into bed. And yet it didn't seem like that was going to be on the docket at all. Despite her very being telling her that this was her home, her brother seemed to disagree with that fact. Her demand to know what he did with her clothes, room be damned, but her clothes...was met with the declaration that she took them. "Took them? Took them where...when?" There was pure exasperation in her voice. Nadya quickly shook her head and simply tried to move on, agreeing to take whatever clothes there were if only to just get out of what she was in.

Nadya faced her brother in disbelief at the words that continued to escape his mouth. "I haven't been gone even-..." How long had she been gone? It felt like perhaps a few days, not the years Aiden was declaring and she certainly had no memory of anything he was talking about. She tried desperately to make sense of this. The venom from him much greater than their usual spats and so confusing. Her eyes shut tightly as her fingers death gripped the railing of the stairs, the only memory that flashed in her head was that of a man standing beside her and injecting her arm with something that made her entire body feel like it was on fire. Even now it made her body tighten, drawing a shaky breath from the woman as she tried to compose herself.

Slowly her eyes opened to re-focus on her brother. "I don't have a boyfriend-...I live here because you're my brother; I left my old pack to come here to Sacro to find you, to be with you. I was just here and now everything you're saying...it doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense. I don't remember anything that you're talking about." Nadya's entire body shook, fighting that feeling to run but she had no idea where to run to. This was her home...the last home she remembered. Surely she would remember if she didn't live there or if she even had a boyfriend. It had to be some sick joke to some end that she couldn't even begin to fathom. Slowly the woman took several steps backwards up those stairs, shaking her head in disbelief as her eyes began to glisten with unshed tears.

Nadya Tetradore

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