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 has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on April 16, 2015 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Surprise could be the understatement to the lupine as she watched her friend cry. Alexis was not one to wander in the West unaccompanied, it was not like her, and she was absolutely baffled why the vixen would be out at night here. She didn't have much to worry about within her Alpha's domain. It was quite nice to be able to walk around her Alpha's territory without fearing where she tread. In her old pack she was barely allowed to wander by herself, let alone, at all. It just wasn't acceptable. She was a danger to her own kind and the best way to handle the situation was to simply lock her away. Though tonight on her rounds for lookout she did not think to find Alexis here, especially in this particular state. Quietly she padded up to the girl, grey-trimmed ears pointing forward in high interest. A gentle whimper is expressed and she stood between Alexis and the small opening from her hiding spot. Long limbs would bring her massive frame closer and skull would lower, scarred muzzle open to expose her teeth and she would gently enclose them on the back of Alexis' scruff â€" like a Mother would with a pup. Moving backwards she would carry Alexis out from her spot and set her down on the ground gradually, before the she-wolf began to surround the girl. Crimson fur would melt and intertwine with her ebony pelt as Raven used herself as a comforting shield and blanket for Alexis. While Alexis continued to tremble, her warm frame would only tighten as if to bring physical reassurance.

As Alexis declared herself a monster the dark-coated canine shook her head with disapproval. There was absolutely nothing about Alexis that would show she was capable of being a monster. That she would call herself such a thing was outlandish. She knew she was one. It was one of the many labels she had to carry and it wasn't shocking that her actions proved such a reputation. Long snout would gently trace Alexis' muzzle as her cold nose pressed into her cheek. One pink tongue would slide out and gently she would stroke Alexis' forehead, like a Mother would to a child, it was something she had never received from her own parents and it was most likely Alexis wouldn't have either. Yet it was natural instincts kicking in causing the wolf to act in such an endearing way. There was no urgent need to move Alexis from the alleyway. They would be safe and sound here. No one hardly comes at this abandoned side of the district. Relaxed, and still concerned for her friend, she laid her head on the ground as she curled around the fox tighter, making it difficult for the fox to leave â€" Raven thinking it was best if she stayed close.

"Alexis, you are not a monster. Now tell me what is going on, what happened?"

I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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