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

we have the blinding light


Posted on April 21, 2015 by minn
West
there are survivors, they're coming home



A job, huh?

Crap.

Minn hadn't had a job in... forever. In fact she tried to avoid work at all cost. It was too hard, they wanted too much, they wouldn't let her eat whenever she wanted... or sleep! Ugh. Jobs only meant that someone got to boss you around and you couldn't say no. They were silly! Of course, they also provided money...but... Minn had never had money to start with, so it wasn't like she was missing out on anything, anyways!

Her mouth twisted into a doubtful grimace as she watched him, not bothering to hide her obvious distaste for anything time-consuming or work-related. Hadn't he been listening? She was a bear. Not a freaking golden retriever. Still, the intrigue that had entered in his tone kept her in place, waiting for the rest of his 'job' proposal that would give her sufficient right to throw up her hands and leave the weapon shop entirely. That moment never came. It sounded like... he wanted her to do things she already did, anyways. Like eat stuff. And he'd pay her for it? And feed her, too? ...Well shit. She could do that!

Minn's face contorted slightly as she thought about it. Was there a downside to this? Hmmm. Food... store things... money? Nope, didn't sound like it! "Okay," She replied after a moment, though it still sounded slightly hesitant. "I could probably do that. I wouldn't have to... run around or anything, right?" That part needed to be clarified. Because she was pretty bad at it. Especially if there were going to be people chasing after her for these stored items, but she supposed if she really needed to... she could.. probably... lumber away...

Okay, so bears were actually decent runners and pretty fast. Minn was just a lazy bum. "Also. Define 'occasionally'." She grinned unabashedly. He should just get a second fridge the next time he went shopping. If you feed a bear once, they're going to keep coming back! And back. And back. And back. It was a beautiful, beautiful cycle of food-giving -- one that she was going to make him stick to if she was going to be hauling around a bunch of dusty papers and shit. Whatever these... 'relics' were. She chuckled and glanced at the shadow, smirking a bit as it lazed by her. Her eyes fell to Davante again when he finally introduced himself and her eyes brightened, beaming once again as she clapped. Wooo, pizza! "Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees! Okay! Deal!"

Poor pizza man. He never even saw it coming.

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