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

the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead


Posted on October 04, 2014 by AIDEN TETRADORE
West
aiden tetradore

Tetradore was hardly the type to give pity. He was born into a hard world with hard people and a hard life style and yet, despite all this, he still had given her briefest of moment for the only kind of kindness he could offer her. His words were short lived, however, before he stood with the intent to leave the chirping child on the corner of the road. Unfortunately for the panther, he hardly got very far before her voice reached out to him again. "For not being able to see, you can follow well enough." He grumbled, his emerald gaze narrowing ever so slightly as he glanced backwards at her. She had missed the point he was trying to make entirely. If she could follow him soley upon the sound of his feet against the cement, the sensation of his tail whipping through the air, then surely she could find a fashion to navigate through the city with the same agile grace. Perhaps not at first but, he failed to believe it was beyond her capabilities. He shook his head, his eyes rolling as he turned his attention back to his original path - hardly even bothering to waste the time spent on chasing off the girl.

A soft sigh left his mouth, "The ark. You would not like it there." He commented offhandedly, choosing not to expand on it any more then necessary. It was characteristic of the were. He was known more for his brooding silence then his efforts to carry on some kind of conversation. It was perhaps that which made the words he did choose to speak far more important. The Ark was no place for a child. The fights, the weres, the illegal on goings. Still - it wasn't his business if she chose to venture there. Nor was it his fault. At least, that's what he tried to tell him self as he continued on the his way back towards the home he'd created for himself within those steel walls.

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