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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on November 07, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Clearly if there was anyone that needed to work on reading others the blonde woman was in need of a few lessons. The curly haired woman was a very quiet person. Hardly did she wish to be involved in scuffles let alone fights. Just because she carried the scars of a fighter didn't necessarily make her one a fan for carnage. Such a meek creature, contrast too many of her species, the young woman was capable of showing a bit more of her human side than most. Yet that didn't mean there were times when she would succumb down and act like her other half. The need to be civil was something that the trio desperately needed to help continue to make this meeting continue without any harm coming to anyone. Yet it was difficult. With both non-Weres growing more agitated than before it was making the girl quite uncomfortable and her ability to keep her own temper in check was getting harder to do the longer she stood there. It was natural for her to take the lead and change her attitude to the environment she was in, the constant need to adapt to stay alive could be extremely trivial. As Davante continued to speak it was clear he wasn't too pleased with Emerence, his words carrying a sharp edge to it. Blue-grey eyes narrowed as they shifted in his direction silently giving him a 'what the fuck are you doing' stare down. They were trying to be helpful and they needed to be the better race- gotta let the Dark Hunter know they weren't trouble makers or needed to be in her crossfire. Keeping her temper in check seemed to help her ease her feral side. The last thing she wished to do right now was shift into her form and become the Monster she attempted to hide from others. Besides she was here to give truce to Davante and not destroy his shop.

While the girl spoke and described how she killed the curly-haired woman remained stone faced. It did not matter to her the method in which the Dark Hunter used. As the girl spoke the she-wolf could detect a change in her hormones and a rough snort was given. She knew what a killer was, she knew the type, and what she saw before her wasn't necessary a person that was a true killer. There was no fire in her eyes, there was no sudden twitch in her fingers, or a shift of her shoulders hunching, natural signs when someone prepared themselves for a kill even while talking about it. Taking a step forward and raising herself to her full height, 5'4, she lupine stared the hunter down silently. Eyes never blinked as she stared the girl down, it was a natural thing for a predator to do to stand up or against another of their kind. As soon Emerence would shift her eyes away or her body would twitch, a subtle sign was given to she-wolf knowing that she had silently won a battle that perhaps the girl wasn't aware of that she was in. Turning to Davante as he carried along an assortment of weapons her hand would quickly go for the sheepskin sheath and take it off his hands. Grabbing the buffalo horn hilt she pulled out the steel shortsword. Holding it out to the slubberdegullion, to take it, the she-wolf would speak softly watching her carefully.

"Try the billao. This particular blade is steel, pointed, with a double-edge to it. This is a short sword and should do well for what you need to do."

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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