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 Bet You Think This Song Is About You, Don't You


Posted on December 27, 2014 by Tobias
West


The words of the panther see the other cat's feeding halted, golden amber eyes seeking the yellow green of Nadya's own in this moment, frowning slightly at her attempt to explain the number two, the chosen examples, perhaps, clever in this regard, his mind readily content to consider his favoured people within this life, Aiden and himself, this concept of...more then one seeming to register somewhere within the confines of his mind although how true his understanding cannot be entirely known, the boy merely nodding now in response- satisfied with this answer before proceeding to set aside some of his meal for Tetra and Birdie in turn, moving to lope down towards the metal staircase now that his such a duty has been performed. Nadya's paw batting at his sides sees the spotted cat momentarily pause, surprised perhaps, at the playfulness within his companion- such a thing so rarely seen within the woman and yet his mind is simply incapable of ignoring such a gesture, his own paw lifted to bat back towards her. Nadya is pack after all, her playfulness so readily received by her companion as he moves to bound down the stairs now, oblivious to the manner in which she had sought to distract him with this method, batting at her a second time now as more then one member of staff moved to hurriedly shift out of his way. It had hardly taken long for the employees to discover that the leopard simply would not move for them, his often far to enthusiastic play the result of several breakages already and as a dominant force within the Ark they are hardly willing to chastise him, merely allowing the over-sized cat to do as he pleases, a chair toppled over mere moments later as he proceeds to pounce on his panther companion.

It is a small mercy, perhaps, that the feline is eventually guided outside and into the afternoon sun, pressing easily into the panthers side as he does, far more willing to forgive, it would seem, then Tetradore, failing to hold any grudge against Nadya for any true length of time as he lopes beside her, tail entangling with her own in some further and rarely seen symbol of unity between the pair, the pheromones given to very near bleed from the panther seeming to result in a far more...amicable Tobias, the prospect of both walk and play seeming to have resulted in a more substantial mood before the woman's words seem to reside within his mind once more, features forming a frown of sorts as he strides beside her. That the kittens will need things has clearly not occurred to him, mind often incapable of even perceiving the existence of the creatures he believes Nadya has swallowed, his thoughts incapable of truly understanding any notion of future, perceiving only that which exists within the present, eyes drifting now back to the more rounded sides of his companion. Clothes and toys? Evident confusion seems to exist upon his features once, struggling to place this idea within his mind, unable to understand why cubs he cannot see are require clothing and yet the notion of toys seems to hold some sway within his thoughts.

We are going...shopping?

That she cannot fool him entirely is surely clear within this moment, paws halted upon the ground now, eyeing the woman warily as he waits for her answer. He dislikes shopping, tail flicking now in evident consideration of her words before that head tilts once more to the side.

I...get to pick things?




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


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