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

Zey... Zey call to uz..


Posted on October 28, 2014 by Aleksandra Risben
West

She hears the soft sound of a lock being undone and her green eyes shift to the door behind her. A shadow of a large wolf emerges and the Russian withholds the scoff that lingers in her throat. Oleg is tuned out of her thoughts for now, focusing on his catch. So it appears for now, the girl is on her own. Which, of course, has never been a problem before.

"Oleg vill not be ay problem," she answers shortly, knowing Oleg was normally the level headed of the pair. It is more her the she-wolf should be concerned of. However, the Russian does not point this out, instead her eyes shift from the woman back to her kitten, "ve just left a Oh-tel not too far from ere... Ve are nee-u to town."

And it is then, another presence decides to join the party. And gives a performance as well.

He hops aboard her like she is the next ticket out and Aleksandra just glances down at the female, clearly unaware of his title(or simply does not care), "iz it nat degrading to have man ride you like zome poneh?"

He speaks, and by this time Oleg is stalking his way back to his partner. He is whispering ideas of how to kill, rip, and tare the duo but Aleksandra hushes him internally. She doesn't feel like fighting, she just got ready. Blood shed had never been a clean activity.

He speaks that it is his territory, and Aleksandra cocks her head. Her head reaches up, her pointer finger tapping her chin, her eyes looking up to the left, pondering his words. "I moost have mized de- zign."

Oleg appears at her side now, letting out a silent growl, blood still dripping down his muzzle. Though he only does so in protection of his other half, his soul in human form. We leave now?

Though Aleksandra doesn't flinch from her position. "You mench-oned a pack? Do zey hide around cornars? Or does pack mean pair?"


Aleksandra Risben

Witch- Familiar Jaguar named Oleg - -

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