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


Posted on January 16, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West

"I know, but I still don't have to like it."


Slowly the lupine had been immersing herself with the feline habits. Many of them were simply odd to her. The whole touching thing wasn't supposed to be off limits anymore. Which was a real shame. As for heights. She could live without it. Though she did like the purring. It was rare to hear it, but if she laid beside either feline just right, she could feel the purring rattle her form and bring her at ease. Raven did not know much how a wolf was supposed to act so it wouldn't be a surprise if she began to act like a cat more than a dog. While Regan leaned into her Raven sighed and rested her head along Regan's shoulder. Her long pink tongue would slowly go over the back of her neck, a customary thing she picked up on from her leopard companion. Apparently cats liked to lick others, to wash another feline was to show kinship. It was odd and she didn't like having stranded fur in her mouth, but if she was going to be a member of this pack...then she needed to act the part.


"I doubt there will be any harm. There is one member of the pack you don't know about."


For a moment Raven would stop licking the back of Regan's head, allowing her head to rest between the bigger cats' shoulder blades. With a heavy sigh her mind began to wander about the Beta that never made her presence known. Although her pack never cared for her she understood that members of packs must always remain near one another. The female panther was Beta and yet she did not act like that at all. She was rarely around. Whatever the reason she was supposed to be supportive. Not all the time did she appreciate Tobias and his antics, but she would always follow and do as he said. Partly because he was her boyfriend and partly because he was the Beta too. Yet she could not and most likely would be unable to follow her.


"Tetradore has a sister named Nadya. She is a Beta just like Tobi. Though she assumes she is not on equal footing as Tobias, he is slightly below, due to her being related through Tetradore by blood."


At this point she would lift her head off of Regan's back and allow her head to settle over her paws again. Her thick banner swaying back and forth in an irritated manner- an action that she had once again picked up. Typically when Raven spoke it was always soft, gentle, with a harmless tone to it. However, all this building stress of thinking about the knocked up cat was far too much. This time her tone was laced with a snarky and accusing tone, by far a sure sign that she was upset.


"She wasn't pleased that I was going to join the pack. That and well...she is carrying Tobias' cubs. Tobias doesn't understand, he was confused, he kept saying it had something to do with her power, something about not having control. And I'm sure she would be thrilled to have another feline in the pack."



"talks like this"

Raven


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