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 a veil; vice a mask


Posted on November 12, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West

Raven did not have to belong to any of the inhabitants or owners of the Ark. She could have been treated kindly as she had been earlier. It wasn't a lie that she was one of the very two Were's that held more powers than others within Sacro and having that sort of power meant some things needed to be recognized. Yet she didn't care for it all and she hardly saw anyone treat her any differently. Though that may not be the reason why she was able to roam the Ark freely without anyone questioning her. She could be just a few well known favorite in the fighting ring. Of course she hadn't fought at all in the arena, but based on the scars than ran along her body and ruined her face- she gave off that image too easily. She made sure to stay away. Luckily for her Tobias never asked her to join in. So, there were many reasons why she was being treated the way she had been, but the one takeaway that Felicity did not catch was that Raven wasn't so very territorial here as she was when they were in the alleyway. Blue-grey eyes watched as the other wolf began observing the activities that happened within the floating vessel. Her voice would gently press itself into the other's mind finding it much easier as soon as the other stopped trying so hard.

"It is different. Some nights there are brutal races amongst similar species. Other nights there is a strength test. One time there was a maze with fire in it, one had to go through the levels and steps of all kinds to make it out alive. Tag-team fights or single fights. Some that have a beef amongst others can settle it in there. Always you can place your bet: money, food, territory or members...anything that has value. Depends on the night you come and what is going on."

The partial shifter she-rabbit came back around with a water and a tumbler, the glass wider for the animals to drink, as another dish was filled with their steak and sides. As the waitress bent over to place their drinks and meal on the table, she would slip towards Raven a ragged old boot. Long snout would move over the boot catching a familiar scent of her deviant companion. Her head would lift as she looked around the area, eyes scanning for that familiar spotted pelt. Grey and black banner would beat against the leather seated booth when she caught the familiar golden eyes within the rafters above over the fighting arena. After Tobias' spat and his admittance that he had a physical connection with Nadya, which made his best friend and Alpha ignore him completely, he had seemed to be in a much better mood lately. Providing her a boot was his way of showing affection and while others thought it would be stupid, the lupine considered it a meaningful thing. It was rare for the boy to be considerate, much less kind, and she would accept it no matter what- even if it was just a piece of string. As Tobi leapt into the fighting ring, to once again show others why he remained at the top of the board, she would turn her attention back to the lupine. Nonchalantly she would reply as she opened her jaws to take a bite of her meal.

"Whoever is dead or is too injured to continue."

Well, it was the honest truth. As she began to devour her meal in silence, her grey-trimmed ears would twitch back and forth pointed in the area of the arena. She could hear the shouts and familiar growls and snarls of her companion, and every now and then her eyes would shift towards a TV showing him attempting to fight off a porcupine and water buffalo. The boy easily dodging their attacks, thanks to one of his powers, and she couldn't help but chuckle when she noticed how he used her telekinesis to throw the porcupine into the water buffalo with the quills stabbing the beast. It was only when she felt the familiar voice of Flecity that she moved her eyes in her direction. Once again her voice held a deadpan note to it- not really sure how else to answer.

"Why not a boat?"

Raven may read books and she may seem far too generous, but she was not an open book.

"talks like this"
Raven


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