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 Felicity Crow
West Reopen Thread


It took entirely too long for her to shift and the process left her almost too exhausted to stand, but Felicity had no other choice. If she had any hope of feeding herself before beginning her search for information, it was going to be in her four-legged form. She shifted in a narrow alleyway at the very edge of the city, her dark figure nearly invisible to the few people who wandered this far into the back roads at night. There she took a few minutes to rest before rising, stretching, and making her way carefully out of the dark dregs of the city.

She kept close enough to the edges of Sacrosanct to be able to smell it while still traversing deep enough into the wilderness to hunt for smaller prey. It was late evening and her trip was an easy enough one. She returned to the back roads with a full belly and more energy than she had had in weeks.

She kept low to the ground as she trotted through the lamp-lit streets, looking like an overgrown fox as she entered some stretch of territory that extended out toward the tree-lined side of town. Here she began to hear water lapping at the undersides of boats and docks, and she smelled more Weres than she ever hoped to encounter, coming primarily from a stationary cargo ship she saw in the harbor when she reached it. She pushed her ears back and turned away from the ship, unwilling to trap herself in what seemed to be an enclosed headquarters of sorts. Instead she looked to the buildings about her. Most of them were run-down and shabby, and a few had a bit of light glowing from covered windows. Some were falling apart in a bad way and were clearly unused, and Felicity headed toward one of those in the hopes of gaining some height to get a better look at the territory.

The building she chose had once been more than four stories high, with only the first three remaining intact now. Some of the structure extended higher, however, and Felicity scrambled up sunken ceilings and collapsed walls to get to the ruins of the fourth and fifth floors.

As a canine, she couldn't very well travel to the highest support beam that looked down on the city from a height of about fifty or sixty feet, but there were platforms and pathways leading up to about a story beneath that beam which would serve Felicity just fine, and she began to carefully pick her way up them. It was dark but there were no buildings to cast a shadow and her night vision was good. She scrambled and leaped, as quietly as possible, until she could see quite a bit of this piece of the city from her perch on a piece of half-sunken floor.

She stayed there for quite a while, partially because she liked the view and partially because she wasn't entirely sure how to get down without breaking her neck.

Felicity Crow
I'm rusted from the rain
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