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

Don't fret precious, I'm here


Posted on March 11, 2015 by Davante Dorian
West
Little angel go away, come again some other day.
The devil has my ear today.

"I only called you dumpster once, and truth be told, it was pretty fitting."

The young girl wandering around the shop had seemed more and more extraordinary instead of the human image I had previously concocted of her in my head. Minn, was it? Minn proclaimed her propensity to turning into a bear, which preyed on my curiosity as if I were a cat lurking for its prey. It wasn't the strangest of all were-creatures I'd heard of as some included the outlandish animals you might find in only exotic lands, but having a bear around regardless of the salivary side-effects could prove entirely useful, especially if said bear had an intestine like a vault. Her self-proclaimed proclivity for storing things in her stomach evoked a far less intense stare, and a much more amused one as the corner of my lips twitched into a smile, allowing her to see that some of the ill-intent cynicism was fading.

"Tell you what," I started to say, my voice slow and bruised with a mischievous lilt. "I could have a job for you oh storage-unit-wonder."

When the girl looked irritated with my "repetitive" use of dumpster, I could only foster another grin before setting down any kind of work I might have anticipated finishing in her presence. It was far too entertaining to host a were-bear in the shop and even far more entertaining debating whether or not I wanted to offer her some kind of work by filling her 'vault' with ancient relics as tenants. Of course, she would be paid well for her troubles but I couldn't help but wonder whether the girl would wander off too far, or if she would open her mouth. Or how she chose what to regurgitate when the time came. Was that even a thing? Could she simply mentally peruse the various things stored in her gut and choose which she wanted to procure? The idea of the entire ordeal made my nose wrinkle, and it made me debate taking back my offer of a potential job for her. But seriously. You'd think twice about robbing a place if there was a were-bear around. Even if said were-bear was ... a stringy young girl.

As the girl's features contorted into something that resembled indignance and irritation, my expression rearranged itself in kind to something less irritable, and something less taunting. "Said job would involve consuming copious amounts of things that people would want to steal. And in return, I'll pay you and even feed you occasionally." The offer wasn't a brilliant business deal, but her talents were something I could use to my advantage, especially with the amount of snooping the Council had begun in my direction. Azrael would have to work hard to follow my tracks, especially if those tracks led right to Minn. He might not pursue the girl as his distaste for were-creatures was so strong. Maybe, after all, it was a good thing she had ignored all cues to leave.

"My name is Davante," I added, realizing I might as well give her some information. As I began to speak, my Shadow waved a lofty arm as if stretching, before beginning to creep towards the shadow of the girl standing in front of me. With a thoughtful gesture, the Shadow sized her up before comfortably lounging atop the display case near her as if siding with her regardless of what I did or said. The fucker was useless. Absolutely useless. "...and yes, I have food. Pizza should be arriving shortly. You're welcome to stay, but I don't recommend eating anything small and circular. Then again, it might be neat to see what happens if it explodes in your stomach. That would be a good party trick."









D A V A N T E



Don't fret, precious.
I'm here.


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