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 09, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


In her pack she was seen not seen as an Alpha or an Omega. She held no rank. She did not belong. For any wolf it was a painful thing to experience and feel. To know that she could not belong and not even in a simple simplistic thing was nerve-wracking. Even though she was not part of the feline pack she still held some sort of position. An ally. This was something she could associate herself, call herself, having such a title was very meaningful...even if meant nothing to them. Tonight she would be acting on her self-given title. A Were had trespassed on their lands, this place was her home too, and she wanted to make sure that no harm would ever come to them. Just because the frail girl looked weak didn't mean she had something up her sleeve. After all, everyone assumed she was just as weak, what with all the scars that ran up and down her flesh. Yet she was capable of harming anyone coming her way...she was just too polite to do so. As the woman pealed back her lip to show off her harmless teeth, the obsidian colored wolf simply let out a rough snort of disdain as her head tilted to the side, her own ears flattened as her face held the look of 'Oh really?' Her soft voice remained deadpanned as she justified her accurate accusation of the girl.

"It is my concern...your sense of direction could lead you to getting yourself killed."

She had no need or reason to help her. Yet she was wolf and it was a female and a part of her pitted her. Turning her back on the woman she quietly led the woman out of the alleyway and towards a safer part of the district. As she stood at the edge to the door of The Ark, she waited for the woman to change, watching her and hearing the sound of bones shifting and popping. With the whole ordeal over with she moved quietly ignoring everyone else. Dating the co-owner of The Ark had its benefits. Hidden in the rough fur of her neck were two marks that were applied on her every other night. The need for him to retain his mark on her was necessary. She was slowly accepting his touch each time he wished to connect, but always she wouldn't let him go all the way. Yet even through his irritation with her there was still satisfaction when he achieved to replace his mark on her again and again. Even if no one else could see it in her wolf form, they could easily see it on her skin when she was roaming around in the flesh. As she sat in the booth on her haunches her eyes would roam away from the other she-wolf, simply focused on the fighting going on in the arena. Every now and then she came here to watch her companion have his fun, always denying him his offer when he tried to invite her in, after all fighting wasn't necessarily 'her' thing. Her tail would sway slightly along the red fabric of the booth, her eyes noticing on the chalkboard in blue letters, the alias Tobi had within the Ark, still the first place winner. Her dial would shift back to the woman, her words much kinder and softer than before.

"Salad won't help you get meat on your bones or fill your stomach. As for this place, it is known as 'The Ark.' A safe haven for all Were's. Here you can be amongst your own. You can eat here and drink, but you can fight others as well and win prizes."

She kept silent about her pack friends. The need to discuss them was not right, and even though she had the name of a bird she was not someone who would squawk and explain everything.

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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