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

when the last eagle flies


Posted on June 15, 2024 by AISLINN
West

When the last moon is cast over the last star of morning
And the future has passed without even a last desperate warning


Oh, how the dark depths of those evergreen trees were a welcomed reprieve from the smog soaked city of Sacrosanct! The hustle and bustle of the metropolitan had quickly lost its glamor for the gaelic Queen. The modern world might have been a wonder to behold but in the progressive march of technology, it had lost the appreciation for simpler things in life that had for so long surrounded Aislinn. Even their food was a...monstrocity - those greasy 'french fries' and frozen 'hamburgers' were an abomination compared to the warm leaven bread and thick hearty stews she'd once slaved to craft for a small family long lost to time. How those faded memories teased at the edge of her brain - though even the faces of her daughters had become...warped and indistinct. Aislinn's head shook roughly, sending her stark white locks flying before those perfect ringlets fell delicately upon the slender slope of her neck. A serpentine tail lashed against her flanks in a small display of agitation, her equine form so clearly revealing her emotions in a way that was eternally infuriating. Fortunately few ventured this deep within the Sacrosanct outskirts, certainly not anyone to notice the misstep from the ethereal unicorn that moved with an otherworldly glow through the umbrage of the moonless night.

Overhead, an owl hooted in a quiet warning, the rabbits underfoot scurried closer towards her, whispering in their secretive language of a predator nearby. Their palpable anxiety was enough to draw her focus back to the present - though their fear was not something the unicorn shared. She was confident in her abilities, arrogant, even, after watching lifetimes pass her by. A soft puff left her nose as Aislinn tentatively stepped towards the bush the wildlife around her seemed to fear. The leaves crunched under her hooves as she moved closer and with each step she took, her entourage seemed to move further back. She shoved the slender roundness of her nose into the foliage, pushing it aside only to stare curiously at the collapsed wildcat hidden beneath the branches. Dried, old blood filled the air surrounding the creature though any wounds were almost impossible to see with the feline's current placement. She nudged the jaguar's figure, trying to encourage it into some state of consciousness. How unexpected of a find was this...

Then look into the sky where through the clouds a path is torn
Look and see her how she sparkles
it's the last unicorn

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