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


Posted on November 09, 2014 by Felicity Crow
West


The sharp smell of blood and the sounds coming from the fighting pit were beginning to clear Felicity's head. She recognized this as the center of a territory, a headquarters of sorts, and with that realization she began to understand that the other wolf probably belonged to the territory's inhabitants and owners. The first few moments of their encounter was still something of a face-off in Felicity's mind, but it was also a territorial confrontation. The grey wolf's behavior made sense on another level now, and Felicity was more willing to remain in her presence and listen rather than calculate ways to climb higher on the food chain.

As the other wolf explained the Ark and its functions, Felicity kept one ear glued to her words while the other swiveled in the direction of the pit. Almost everything the wolf said intrigued Felicity; the Weres, the fighting and prizes, and of course the food, as well. Her eyes shifted over to the arena, and watched it for a few moments before turning back to the other wolf. She liked the idea of prizes, and within a few weeks, if she were still in the area, she'd like to be able to win some.

"What are the fights like?" she asked, never before having used the telepathic communication that came with being a Were outside of hearing the other wolf's messages. The ability felt instinctive, though, and she soon stopped thinking about it. "What dictates a winner?"

Though still uncomfortable with being in such a packed, unfamiliar place, Felicity was pleased to be here. This place would undoubtedly prove useful to her in the future. She did not intend to make this territory her home, but neither did she intend to make its inhabitants her enemies. To be tolerated was probably her best bet in this situation; she did not want to be welcomed as a member of the pack, and she did not want to be driven out as an enemy of it. She wasn't sure how the grey wolf would feel about these intentions for the Ark and its surrounding territory, so Felicity didn't bring them up. She would find out eventually if her gladium status would be acceptable.

As they waited for the food, Felicity's attention shifted between the grey wolf and the fighting arena, never really settling on one or the other but leaning either way. She was curious about the grey wolf and wondered at her name, if she had one, but decided in the end not to ask. She decided also not to offer her own name, mostly because she didn't see any importance in having the other wolf know her name just then but also because she wasn't sure of the customs here, and for all Felicity knew, giving your name or asking for someone else's could be a breach of some huge and sacred taboo. She doubted that was the case, but was unwilling to take the risk of drawing such attention to herself.

Instead, she remained mostly silent, studying her surroundings and their accompanying scents and trying to put in order the questions she had. The majority of them were obviously inappropriate; for example, asking who the leader of this place was or how many members of the pack there were or if the grey wolf knew any of them were probably not the questions she wanted to start out with. She continued studying this part of the Ark, trying to answer as many questions as she could with simple observation. They sat in relative silence until a new question popped into Felicity's head and out of her figurative mouth before she could stop it.

"Why a boat?"

Felicity Crow
I'm rusted from the rain
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