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 .Regan.


Posted on January 15, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West

Slowly but surely Raven was getting accustomed to the life of living on the Ark. Ever since she joined and told Tobias she was accepted everything seemed to go in a rush. Not soon after she was accepted in his pack they were out in the snow and for Christmas he proclaimed she was his underneath a new title â€" girlfriend. Part of his requirements to her in this position was to sleep at his side, every night, no excuses whatsoever. It was pleasing to be curled up beside him. Sleep came to her easily now and not once had she experienced a nightmare. Although she was given her own room she had noticed the look of disappointment on Tobias face. Who knew a wall between them would bring the boy quick to anger. There was an easy fix to this problem. Her room was right beside his and what better way to get rid of the problem then to simply...get rid of the wall. Apparently such a quick fix never occurred in her companion's mind. Another thing she had to get used to was the staff. At first she could feel a sort of judgment on her. Now that she was pack, she was above them, but she never treated them badly. In fact she did her best to make them happy. Be that helping the cook prepare meals, helping the bartenders clean glass, to unfolding tables and chairs with the wait staff, anything they needed she would help. It wasn't a bad thing. It felt good to be wanted. However, there was one individual on staff that seemed to give her the evil eye all the time. Apparently some other feline had her eyes on Tobias and even though Raven was a meek person...she did not mind using her telekinesis on the girl and lifting her up in the air while they were on deck. Apparently the feline waitress was not a fan of heights. This new power, finding the weakness of another was quite a valuable tool. All in all life in the Ark wasn't too bad. Especially when she knew she could be safe here, always.


Tonight the lupine moved easily through the large crowds. When she moved the patrons would move out of her way. It might have been for the fact she was pack and belonged to the owner of the Ark, or, it could be because she was the female that walked at Tobias's side. Apparently being the King of the Ring's girlfriend came to its advantages. Climbing the stairs her banner would sway side to side as she heard the deafening gong in the ring, alerting all there was a winner. With a decisive snort she ignored the whoops and roars of the animals below auguring with the referee, apparently some call wasn't made correctly. Shaking her head, ignoring the ramblings going on underneath her mind began to wander to the matter of Tobias and Nadya. Soon the female panther would deliver his cubs and Raven wasn't sure just how long this moment of pure bliss would last. She was about to enter her room and Tobias' room until she saw a flicker of black in the corner of her eye. Puzzled she turned and craned her head upwards to see a familiar glow of purple eyes looking down on her from the catwalk above. With a slight sway of her banner she searched for the hidden stairs that would lead her up to the catwalk. Slowly she moved along the narrow catwalk, each grey paw carefully placed in front of the other, not really liking this new set of heights. Managing to get near Nadya, a heavy sigh of sadness suddenly came out of the lupine as her long muzzle managed to gently stroke the side of the tiger's face, the wolf slowly picking up on appropriate cat habits.



"talks like this"

Raven


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