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

me and the devil, walking side by side


Posted on March 02, 2015 by R. METCALF
West


Outwardly, she was the very antithesis of this place. There was no portion of Rowena's external self that complemented the veritable stage upon which she trod. The click of her impeccably-polished and shamefully expense designer pumps snapped harshly against the uneven concrete of a sidewalk that had long ago forfeited its better self to time and to circumstance; corroded and bludgeoned by a million different collisions. Copses of gnarled foliage erupted as earthen pustules from dangerously yawning lesions within the cool slab, and yet she navigated as easily as a queen might meander through the corridors of her own labyrinthine palace. Every flawless and expertly threaded stitch, every starched curve of her outfit would denote her as an outsider to eyes untrained. To those who knew no better she was naught but some privileged hussy come to traipse about the sketchier portions of the city in some ill-conceived quest for a fleetingly temporary adrenal high. And yet, should they chance one look into the cool sage pools of her eyes it would be there that the crackling flame of gruesome truth took to its tinder.

Rowena had been born of these ashes, and to them she would always return.

She was the billowing dark that was the clot to fill every alleyway, the chilling fingers of ice brushing against the napes of passerby, and the stone casting its heft into the guts of those weaker-willed and thusly ill-suited for the macabre dredges of Sacrosanct. It was streets such as the one upon which she currently traipsed, cast in the muted yellow wash of one dim streetlamp or another, that was her arena, though how the impeccable blonde witch had risen from this burbling muck to perch so artfully atop the metaphorical pedestal she currently occupied was a story never told. So scarse a tale it truly was.

Abruptly does the austere young woman pause amidst the writhing dark to linger in the dust-clogged light of a nondescript storefront before quite swiftly ushering herself to the space within. Her attendence at this particular locale was an admitted peculiarity, for truly she had need of nothing Davante might have offered in the confines of his little shop, the blonde having long ago adopted a damnable proclivity for procuring her own means of defense. Really, were it not for the only marginally enigmatic invitation proffered up by the owner himself, and the rather titillating encounter the duo had shared at the bar, Rowena would have hardly wasted the precious time it took to arrive upon his doorstep.

Pale eyes traverse the offerings of the shop without betraying even the barest shard of interest, heels clicking in time against the aged wood of the floor before a door situated in the far corner whines ajar at some clandestine beckoning. Features unmoved and characteristically stern, Rowena allows her intoxicatingly curvaceous form to linger against the fissured frame of the door, eyeing the gentleman within with a shrouded and hardly sympathetic look. "Do tell me... is it the promise of my company that has made you so grieved or is there another particularly vicious bee in your bonnet?"

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