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

The Boys Are Back In Town


Posted on November 29, 2014 by Tobias
West


The lanky young man pauses only long enough to snatch up his floppy yellow hat once more, evidently having taken a liking to this single piece of headwear despite his inability to see beneath it, snickering still as he moves to follow his companion from the boat, the confused fisherman lunging in all directions as more then one manages to plow over the sides of the boat, the leopard moving to follow behind the girl and towards their warehouse home, dark eyes lifted towards the levitated barrel in both awe and amusement, feet stumbling almost clumsily over the ground, far to distracted by the floating object to pay attention to the earth beneath him. Dark eyes drift momentarily towards the woman as she proceeds to strip the fishing clothing from herself, the boy moving to follow suit, rubbery pants and jacket tossed aside, moving to mimic the woman entirely save for the lack of clothing with which this leaves him, the shaggy haired boy dressed in his rain hat alone as he moves to wipe the water from himself, clamouring eagerly towards the dining room table, evidently entirely unconcerned by his naked appearance, fingers moving to tilt his rain hat upwards, dark eyes focused once more on the fish that falls before him, hands clapping eagerly together like a child as he shifts his leopard teeth alone.

The use of a knife and fork, evidently, has not occurred to the boy, such objects banned from his use regardless, jaws parting to bite down into the side of the fish all the same, pulling his meal away from the girl, at least for now. Perhaps she is his chosen female companion, the young man content to share his space and bed and time with her- yet a meal is entirely something else, without Tetradore's presence he alone is in command, such a meal his for the taking, his rank assuring he eats before her, the boy content to do so for some moments yet, thoroughly enjoying the fish they have earned before her words see his attention drift towards her once more. He had very near forgotten the collar he had worn for so long, fingers brushing against the worn leather about his neck, the silver studs the bit into his flesh long ago having lost their sting- seeming to regard the womans presence beside him a moment longer before nodding, evidently content to permit her coming near, shifting slightly to the side, offering her half of the fish that remained, having eaten what he rightly deemed his own.

"Birdie can...eat now."

He simply nods once more, expectantly waiting for her to join him, allowing her fingers against his neck all the same, streaks of neon blue hair still given to fall into his darkened gaze before he reaches for the fish again, waiting for the curly haired woman to work the collar free of his neck, flinching slightly at the sensation of raw skin being disturbed once more before rubbing at it yet again.

"I do not have...to....wash it...do I?"

That the woman may very well seek to assault him with water once more is evidently a fear he still retains, sharpened leopard fangs peeking out with warning all the same beneath his lips, eyeing the woman's hands warily once more.


madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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