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

NO MATTER WHAT THE COST TO ME


Posted on January 16, 2015 by REGAN IZUMI
West

Just like Raven is unaccustomed to heights, Regan is unaccustomed to touch. For years, the only touch she had been spared had been with the intent to harm. Each raising of a hand, lifting of a foot. Even the opening of a mouth could deliver words that festered deeper than any physical wound. It takes a toll on her mental stability each time someone goes to touch her, to not flinch back. Most of the time, she simply evades the casual touch most take for granted, but time has lessened her weariness in Raven presence. So, when the wolf moves to press against her shoulder and eventually lay down next to her, the gesture is greeted with a smile.

"You'll get used to it eventually. A side effect of living with felines." She wasn't sure if Raven would appreciate the fact. Though she suspected the lupine was all too aware of it herself. For surely Tobi enjoyed looking down on life from a spot up high. It was ingrained into his very nature. Leopards especially.

At the mention of a pack meeting, Regan inclines her head slightly to the side. Curious and confused in the same moment. The tigress hadn't really thought that far ahead. She'd simply thought joining the pack would be just that. Once joined, she was, for lack of a better word, done. She didn't know she would have to attend 'meetings' or any other form of pack socializing. She huffs silently and leans the great weight of her head against the lupine's ribs. Though Regan is careful to keep the full weight off of her friend. Wouldn't want to hurt her.

"A pack meeting..."She pauses, tasting the idea on the her tongue. "What about this worries you? Surely you must know, I would never let harm come to you. As I'm sure Tobi would as well." Regan doesn't understand that it is more a someone than a something. Or that the something is tied into the someone. Or something like that anyway. All the tigress knows, is that she was more than willing to kill anything and anyone to protect her friend. Damn the consequences.
Regan Izumi

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