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

I'm rusted from the rain open


Posted on November 05, 2014 by Felicity Crow
West Reopen Thread


Someone had given her clothes, but she couldn't remember who that might have been. It had been so long since she had stood upright that even the absence of fur, the feeling of air on her ivory skin was enough to send it crawling, let alone tolerate the constant shifting contact with the fabric. It showed in her face that she was agitated despite her attempts to hide it, and she avoided making eye contact as she drifted down the sidewalk in her newfound jeans and tank top. She was still barefoot, but that was fine; her soles were tough and black.

It was probably about nine o'clock and already dark. Felicity truly had no idea where she was going, only that this place was unlike any other she had encountered; this city did not spit her out the way others did, or make her feel as though she were on the wrong existential plane as she felt when she bothered to hide herself. It did not cross her mind that she might stay here, only that it was non-hostile and even, dare she say it, almost friendly, enough to intrigue her.

Still, she had no idea where she was going. All the intrigue in the world couldn't solve that problem in a city she didn't know, full of people she'd never met or heard of. Her pale eyes flicked between the gazes of others out on the street, and she began to notice that a few people here and there did not look as accepting as some of the others. In fact, she began to see the difference between friendliness and acceptance. Just because these people had not thrust her out into the wild again did not mean they liked her. Felicity had been feeling the effects of the other Night creatures' presence; she did not feel out of place here as she did on a street full of clueless humans.

They were like her, but they were not family.

Her cold body cooled further as she suddenly felt the unfriendly eyes of a dozen people. People around her shivered suddenly, and her breath misted while others' didn't. She felt like someone might be following her, and listened.

There was nothing. Felicity was suddenly alone. She had wandered down darker and darker streets without noticing, and now she could see light glinting on water and hear small waves lap at the undersides of boats and buoys.

She did not want to turn around. From behind her came the sounds of movement, of handfuls of people flitting about in the dark to take care of unknown business. Aside from the slivers of dim light peeking out of covered windows in the buildings behind her and the cargo ship in the water before her, the darkness was complete. Even with her sharp eyes, there were details Felicity could not make out in the dark that would have very much liked to, and this put her on edge as she warily turned back toward the sketchy-looking buildings.

In her fear, the damp ground became slick with ice and the walls of the alley through which she hurriedly walked grew glittery with thick frost.

She could feel eyes on her back.


Felicity Crow
I'm rusted from the rain
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