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

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Posted on November 09, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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This was a large territory, larger than even the norm and as such the snowy-haired boy is half inclined to believe that either the pack is large, else the Alpha and Second are more capable then most are given to be to exact command of such an area. If he is given to feel any particular emotion about such a thing it remains to be seen, features remaining blank, expressionless, seemingly devoid of any true emotion as those piercing, cold eyes remain focused upon the task at hand, attention drifting with lazy ease from one individual to the next. This fabled Ark seems to be quite the attraction, more than one other Were seeming drawn to the odour of sweat and blood that is potent even from this distance at which he resides, the far off battle cries permeating the air and ringing above the crash and tumble of the ocean as it stirs ever restless about him. He likes the ocean, in as much as it can be said he truly finds favour in anything. The true depths of its power remain ever hidden and yet it's ability to ensure destruction and death remain unquestioned, endless leagues of destruction existing beneath a surface so very seemingly calm, so alluring, so very unpredictable in it's volatility. A simper of sorts manages to find the man's features as he simply upholds his vigil, the barest disturbance somewhere upon the beach seeing his head tilt ever so slightly before he moves to disregard it, thoughts inclined once more to the object of his fascination.

Crow had been a fortunate find, the slender, skinny wolf girl holding a strength he had overlooked upon his original observation, his interest within her maintained to the point he was willing to tolerate her company. There was value in the girl, rare value for a predator and one he was unwilling to part with as of yet. Perhaps it is merely the instincts of his own animalistic desires and yet a need to possess, to control, to find his own territory lather his thoughts in the same manner blood lathers his veins. Gathering a suitable pack however, requires care, exacting control off a territory perhaps even more so- his interest within the Ark little more than curiosity for now and yet to ignore the current Were power within this city would be- a foolish error. He merely needs to learn of them, perhaps Crow could be entrusted with a similar task, after all, he'd given the girl his shirt- what was a little loyalty in return?

His arms move to unfold, resting now upon the railing of the pier, fingers taping against splintered, salted wood as a sense of...unease sees him shift once more, an irritated sound rising within his throat, eyes sliding briefly sideways. It is...like static against his skin, a heightened awareness unique to those born to flee that indicates a disturbance within the dark and yet the night is silent still, grip tightening upon the railing as the muscle within his frame tenses, an instinctive response and yet he holds his ground still- unwilling to yield to a mere sensation. Alpha blood runs thickly after all, some creatures merely born upon a refusal to bow. The crack of a rotted board seems at last to give away his invisible assailant, head turned towards the sound, the tigress closer than he had expected, an obsidian feline shaded like the night itself with eyes of...a familiar shade. For a moment or so the young man seems content to merely meet the piercing gaze of the creature, his own eyes shielded behind that fringe of near-white hair and yet somewhere beneath his own violet gaze finds that of the striped beast. An impressive specimen to be sure and yet....his opinion of predators has always remained...low- this judgement surely clear within the manner his lip merely curls back in slight disdain.

"Well, well ,well- what do we have here?"

Cool, smooth voice manages to part the air, rolling easily from between parted lips in that masculine baritone that seems forever to hold a calmness almost...eerie in its chill. He moves to easily roll onto his feet now, pushing away from the dock railing, moving to close that final distance between himself and the cat. Each action, each movement- a contrast to that which defines prey, the man so long ago having refused to yield to such a label. She reeked of this territory and yet....no Alpha scent existed upon her. A privileged guest perhaps? How very...intriguing. Another stride sees him step past her, stride loose, easy, almost taunting in its arrogance as he simply moves to circle about her, as if viewing her from every possible angle. The toe of his boot taps almost experimentally against her hind leg, the way one kicks the tire of a car to test it soundness, as if the girl is no more than a used car he half considers taking for a ride as his lip quirks ever so slightly upon his youthful features- returning at last to her head.

"You, my dear, would make a very lovely rug."

The snicker that hisses through his teeth is almost disturbingly snake like, each sounds baring the frosted tip that so offers the creature his moniker, the boy leaning back against a stack of boxes.

"You smell like this territory, but you don't smell like the pack that commands it, however did you manage that, hmm?"

It is truly only knowledge he seeks tonight and tiger or not, perhaps the woman should be thankful for that.


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