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

raise me up and count me among thy Saints


Posted on September 10, 2023 by Ashling O'Malley
West



That duck and swipe continued on before Ash made her move. The impact of her heel hitting the were's back coupled with her torso had her grunting in pain, her left arm useless at her side as she dropped to the ground with a whoosh of air from her lungs. She managed to twist to land on her right side, saving the left arm some further damage. When she was somewhat clear of the were who turned towards her, the brilliant blue of her eyes shift to look at Brennan. Fear lay deep in her jeweled eyes until the wind echoes through the area.

Her eyes widen in shock as her good arm shoots out to grab onto something that would offer some form of purchase. With nothing around save the dirt, the young woman tumbles through the crowd that parts for her. She lands in a heap as the air rushes out of her lungs and her blue eyes turn towards the ceiling. The silence that descended was deafening to her ears as she lay panting, drawing ragged breaths in through her reddened lips and rapidly reddening skin.

When boots come into view to her side, she merely turns her head to stare at them silently before her blue eyes travel up to meet Brennan's silver-blue ones, familiar ones with a familiar look in them. "Go on, take your shoe, little witchling. He has little need for it." His voice rings out above her, so achingly familiar that she almost leaned closer, instead she blows out a breath of air to move a piece of hair, "How did you know I wa---" She doesn't finish the sentence, a huff leaving her lips as she turns to look at the spiked-heel and then back up at Brennan. She clears her throat,

"Come on, let's get you to the medic. I have some winnings to claim." Her lips part to respond to the first bit, "There's no way that I am letting some creep touch me" she huffs out, the ire slowly rising in her eyes though only slightly comical by the way her skin is looking more like it matches her hair now. "And-- -YOUR- winnings?" She manages to spit out as she lifts her good hand to grasp his tightly, "I do think half of it is mine." She gestures down towards her blood soaked clothing and at the heel that she scooped down to get.


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