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

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Posted on July 01, 2015 by Rixon Leifsson
West
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He was content enough in his pilfered breakfast, lips running over the meal that had been left so foolishly unguarded. It was not nearly so satisfactory as anything left out by Claire and yet for now the equine hardly finds himself inclined to bother to much over it, his chewing lazy as he rests upon three legs, large, draft like form relaxed in that moment. It is rare he finds himself truly sated, even despite his size his energy is a difficult thing to run down and more energy only results in a restless animalistic form and a craving for the open spaces the suburbs simply do not provide. He is loath to relinquish his control upon his equine form and yet there are occasion in which he simply cannot resist it any longer, his efforts to burn his excess energy having achieved little other then a desire for food as any man surly feels- horse or otherwise. It is the sudden increase in the odour of one particular individual that sees the white stallion lift his large head, lashings of white mane cascading about in all directions as he does, ears pricking forward before nostrils flare in a further attempt to grasp it. Prey species, after all, are by their very nature far more aware then any predator- this part of himself still entirely intact despite his own personal preference for fight over flight, gaze rapidly searching for any hint of the warlock, eyes narrowed slightly upon the interior of the store before him.

For a moment the very shop seems to...waver before his gaze, his own ability given to begin to counteract whatever spell may well be cast before him though truly the equine hardly knows he does it, head tilted slightly in some manner of confusion as the store seemed to place itself once more and yet.....the interior had....flickered still, as if it were merely camoflauge....an illusion of sorts as wariness begins to seep into his system once more, head rapidly pulled from the window as ears lace back against his skull in warning. It is a flicker of darkness however that so seems to ensnare his attention now, head thrown suddenly upward at the blackened thing that seems to skitter across the ground and towards him before disappearing, good eye turned to look upon the sudden addition to his own shadow upon the earth. For a moment the stallion is merely inclined to stare, one eye rolling back to assure his own back remains untouched, assured the weight of no rider exists as his tail lashes in agitation at his flanks. He does not enjoy childish games, some very foolish little person evidently content to attempt to unsettle him, else agitate him entirely as one forefoot strikes suddenly and violently outward to strike at the shadow rider, sledgehammer of a hoof slamming with force into the earth beneath him as he snorts once more and withdraws the feathered appendage.

"You think your funny do you, hmm?"

He holds little concern for the fact his words will not be understood, little more than nickers and neighs to whomever may have been listening as the stallion merely pivots in place, lunging suddenly forward to throw his immense weight upon his forelegs, lauching both himself and his shadow forward in both an effort to dislodge this shadow creature as well as lifting his hind limbs from the earth, kicking suddenly and violently backward- both hooves colliding with the solid door, the sickening cracking sound announcing it's imminent departure from its hinges before it is ripped from its very place to be catapulted several feet within the store before crashing to the floor.

"Well, I think that's fucking funny."

The stallion merely allows himself and single shake, thick locks of mane falling back into place as he does, head inclined sideways to assure himself the shadowy rider has disappeared as well, a rumble of sorts rolling within his chest before his upper lip simply peels back in what is a very clear display of a laughing horse....



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