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 14, 2014 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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He continues to lean back against the stacks of boxes behind him, violet eyes drifting from the woman's own to trail callously across the landscape once more, searching for any indication that the girl was not alone. A pack of Tigers would be a most unfortunate thing and yet aside from the occasional Lion Pride the man has hardly witnessed a gathering of big cats that extended beyond a family circle. Perhaps it was simply not in the nature of the predator to seek others and yet, perhaps he cannot judge them for such things, he himself had turned from his herd to wander alone, content to strike against the notions society would otherwise impose upon him. Maybe this cat too is determined to exact her independence, living within pack land without committing any act of fealty- surely the ultimate ploy and yet really the snowy-haired man is only further inclined to assume the Alpha was a foolish creature to allow a female of such evident power to wander about unchecked. Hmm, perhaps whomever did command these lands was a more merciful being then he. The woman's determination to remain silent and within her Were form is a hardly perturbing thing, indeed, woman with a spine is at least mildly refreshing- at least, for only so long as he chooses to find it amusing, one eye lifting upward in both expectation and surprise when she continued to do little more than simply sit and stare.

"Cat got your tongue?"

It is the sheer poorness of the joke that so seems to amuse the egotistical male, a chuckle humming within his throat as he moves to lean forward once more, peering beneath those lashings of snowy white that forever seem to obscure his features and towards the floating metal barge within the distance- this single monument evidently the epicentre of the West, more then one Were creature having passed him in these few moments of observation, following a....trail of sorts that seems to permit such creatures upon a safe path through land otherwise claimed. It none of these creatures interest him particularly, the vast majority, as always- predators, their blood reeking of the salt and iron that comes from the meat they consume as his own features display some measure of distaste before his hands fold into the pockets of his jacket, attention returned to the darkly hued cat once more- her silence a matter of curiosity in this moment. Either the woman possessed no desire to speak with him, had failed to understand him- else she was incapable for some reason or another, the intricacies of her life of utterly no interest to him as he proceeds to crouch down before her- those long limbs folding effortless as the equine offers something of a level gaze. It is rare to find another violet-eyed beast and yet for now the questions of her birth or creation are trivial.

"You either fail to understand me, refuse to answer me or can't answer me. Perhaps you are the most intelligent one yet."

That easy smirk manages to find place upon his lips once more, cool, smooth lyrics uttered softly into the night air as he leans abruptly away now, rising gracefully to his feet yet again. The female was either intelligent- or stupid, both of which held the potential for problem and yet for now at least he is far more willing to examine the former possibility- but some things must come first. He moves to easily pivot upon his heel, striding away from the Tiger now and down the pier once more was easy steps, stepping loosely around the border marks that weave like spiders webs throughout this distract- aware that the Tiger remains nearby still, perhaps if only to feed her innate desire to stalk what she believes is her prey, a petty weakness he is inclined to facilitate, at least for now and yet his head inclines to the left ever so slightly all the same, assuring he keeps the shadowy cat within his vision lest she decide to attempt to sample his own flesh.

"Where can you eat around here?"

It is perhaps a loaded question for an equine to ask of a Tiger and yet the irony of it is surely not lost upon him, turning briefly to view her once more, such a question entirely capable of being answered without words should she actually care to lead the way and if not he is entirely content to find the answers from himself- though surely she is not nearly so foolish enough as to allow him to wander so...unchecked.


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