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

better when i'm mad, when i'm out for blood


Posted on May 30, 2022 by ASKAREE
West

A S K A R E E

loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath



A tenebrific shade challenges the alluring brown of the Were woman's eyes for a fleeting moment after it was revealed that, yes, she had indeed been summoned here to simply look around at the cornucopia of knobs that had rolled on in this evening. This bitch. Askaree's eyes narrow but a moment in Vhalla's direction before she shifts her already waning attention in the direction of the commotion currently brewing about one of the pool tables. An impish smirk plucks playfully at the edges of her pouty lips- bearing witness to the absolute molecular collapse of someone else's ego was rarely unamusing. And, judging by the crimson flush creeping from the shouting fellow's neck to coalesce with his ruddy face, he was one good nudge away from five-alarm detonation.

Considerations of the Chernobyl-in-progress pause for a moment with the arrival of an admittedly attractive woman who 1) obviously was an acquaintance of Vhalla's and 2) wanted to be in this not-so-shitty shithole about as much as Askaree did. Joy- she meant for this to be a fucking group thing. So solitary was her social situation that the reptilian woman oft forgot that this was a thing other women routinely indulged in. Shit. Taking advantage of the temporarily distracted Vhalla and the disgruntled barkeep (thank you, random newcomer), Askaree dips a practiced hand beyond the bar, plucking from it a tumbler and a bottle of something inky-black and pouring herself a generous helping before stowing the bottle of whatever on the narrow ledge by her feet. She was hardly in the mood to have whatever she was taking in "seasoned" with the bartender's DNA, the man quite clearly nearing the end of what was obviously a very frayed and threadbare rope.

She can sense the eyes of the other woman as they rove over her in a quick appraisal, her own brown eyes meeting the stranger's in a wordless and knowing glance. It is only with Vhalla's quip of an introduction that Askaree's lips quirk in an insidious grin. "Charmed," she offers. Whatever the fuck that meant. The Egyptian woman downs a good portion of her libation before the silver-haired woman deems it fitting to comment on the questionable state of her garb. "This is what someone looks like when they've had a decent fuck. You should try it sometime," she gibes in a manner that (to her) was playful but may well have been interpreted otherwise.

The squabble that erupts between the ruddy-faced gent and whoever the fuck that other guy was hardly sees Askaree bat an expertly-curled eyelash. It is only with Vhalla's proposal that she offers any additional measure of attention to the two fellows. "I'm in," she offers plainly before turning towards the spitting, sputtering duo. "Oi! Fucking hit him, you pussy!" The heads of both gentleman snap towards the caramel-skinned woman, Askaree doing little more than pursing her lips in a pocking kiss before sipping nonchalantly at her drink. Surely there was no harm in tipping the scales in her favor...

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