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-I'M NOT WHO YOU THINK I AM.


Posted on November 10, 2014 by REGAN IZUMI
West
Do you ever stop to wonder if they love you?
When you look into the mirror do you see the truth?
D-Do the voices in your head still got you confused?
Do they make you wanna say...
I-I'm not who you think I am.
Regan maintains her position under his cool scrutiny. If he thought to intimidate her, he would have to try a whole hell of a lot harder than that. Regan had endured worse than this 'boy' could even think to do to her. When his toe connects with her leg, she doesn't even bother to turn her head. She doesn't need to keep him in her sight -- so readily can she feel him next to her. The rhythm of his heart, the rise and fall accompanying each breath. She's knows exactly where he is and delights in his folly. All the better should he think himself infallible. Regan always had delighted in taking Alpha males down a few pegs.

When he circles back around, Regan's violet gaze lifts to his. For a brief moment she is surprised to see the same colour peeking back at her from beneath his pale blonde locks. She'd never met anyone else with eyes like hers. His cool voice brings her back from that line of thinking and she gives him a tiger's version of a smile. All gleaming teeth that more closely resembled a snarl. A rug huh? Well, her coat was quite lovely, take the ebony hue and she would be a one of a kind rarity. Alas, some things just weren't meant to be and it would be a cold day in Hell before she ended up as a throw rug. For a moment Regan entertains the idea of sinking her teeth into the flesh of his thigh and ripping a sizable chunk from it. See how far his bravado would get him then. Sadly, she was of a mind to behave herself. For now.

Regan's gaze follows him as he moves to lean against a stack of boxes. For a brief moment Regan entertains the idea of the boxes being empty and him toppling backwards to land on his inflated ego. Ah. That would be a wondrous sight to behold and brings a silent snicker to her lips. Yep. She'd pay to see that. His snicker brings her attention back to reality and she rolls her eyes. Or does the best she can as a tiger. "You smell like this territory, but you don't smell like the pack that commands it, however did you manage that, hmm?" Isn't that the million dollar question. Well, she just decided she was entitled to be here. Regan never did have much of a mind for authority and their rules. Though she supposed it helped that Tetradore wanted her in his Pack and she had just been mulling over her options. Not that she could tell this to the smug stranger even if she was so inclined.

Regan settles herself on her haunches and peers back at him lazily. Totally unconcerned by his line of questioning. If he wanted answers from her...well...he'd have to go about it a different way. Again, not that she could tell him. Instead, Regan settled for a self satisfied mental smile and waited to see how long it would take before he realized he was going to have to try something different if he wanted to get any information out of her. For once, Regan was quite glad she was mute. This could prove to be quite entertaining and Regan was never one to turn down a good laugh at someone else's expense. Well, go ahead Mr.Smug and Overconfident, she's waiting. Her violet gaze sparkles deviously up at him.



"Thinks like this"



Regan Izumi
WereTiger -- Mute -- Played by Megs


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