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 December 01, 2014 by Felicity Crow
West


The cool night air was pressing through Felicity's ragged coat, though the damp from the fog and rain had yet to touch her skin. Her fur fluffed out of its own accord, despite the wolf being well acclimated to the cold. It was nice up here. The smells were crisper, the night air less tainted by streetlight and the sounds were distinct but not too close for comfort. She might have drifted off if she were not focused on the task at hand.

For several minutes she crouched in that spot, analyzing and memorizing the land around her a few blocks at a time. A few times she thought she heard something move in the building below her, but smelled nothing and credited it to the various loose and loosening pieces of building material that inevitably existed within a failing structure. She even felt the floor beneath her shift a centimeter or so to the right, causing her to flinch a bit; she was unaware of her shadow until it patted the fur behind her hunched shoulders.

Without a sound, Felicity flattened herself and whipped around to glare up at the eyes peering at her through the hole in the ragged ceiling above her. Her ears lowered and she showed her teeth, but didn't growl; there was something strangely non-aggressive about those eyes, and aside from their gaze, Felicity saw nothing of the creature above her.

"Do you belong to the Ark?" she pressed with her mind, assuming automatically that this was a Were like herself. She would need to know if this was a member of the pack Frost had mentioned, and if so, whether or not this particular member was friendly to outsiders. She kept her gaze locked on the irises above her; despite her lower ground, Felicity was not in such a compromising position as she had been with Frost, and as such she was willing to hold a dominant stance. One ear remained twisted back while the other pointed warily toward the unknown Were, picking up the information she missed with her eyes.

OOC: sorry, it's a phone post and inevitably bleh D:

Felicity Crow
I'm rusted from the rain
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