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

.:. wild is all i've ever known .:. Open


Posted on August 08, 2015 by Malia Tate
West


The night is young and it's time to eat again. Picking through garbage outside of homes in this god forsaken city can only get you so far. I'm not satisfied and I miss the thrill of the hunt. I think I always liked it more than the other coyotes in my pack. They're survivors, don't get me wrong, but they're so used to scavenging. It's like it's in their blood. They'd rather eat what something else did the trouble of killing than go through it themselves any day. I've made hunters out of them but you can't fix lazy and that's exactly what they've become. With the larger numbers in the pack since we became known as the most powerful pack in this area, we've been able to take down bigger prey, deer and elk and whatever we come across. They feed us for days and then we grow fat and lazy for a few days before we can get hungry enough to feel the need to hunt again. We recently moved closer to the city because we were running low on prey though I think the pack just wants easy pickings on human garbage for a while.

While I could take any one of them in a fight, I can't take them all at once so I have to give in, at least for now. Even as alpha female, I have my limits on the say of the pack. Caesar, the alpha male, is restless tonight but he wants to head further into the city, start hitting dumpsters behind the businesses in town. I don't think it's such a good idea but he takes a handful of coyotes and goes anyway. I huff at them as they disappear, rolling my eyes. I guess it's just me tonight, but that's okay. I've always been more of a solitary creature anyway. Before I met Caesar and the pack we've built together, I was raised in another coyote pack. They found me as a pup and raised me like their own even though they could have killed me. I think it was the blue eyes that held them back. They have a prophecy about them or something and when they saw how much stronger I was than the other coyotes, it seems to have just spurred on their intrigue. It was only going to be a matter of time before the pack rose up and kicked me out though. I was growing and maturing the alpha female was considering me a threat. I tried to keep my head down but I never bowed down when someone stepped up. I was only an Omega as a pup. Ever since I learned I could defend myself, I was never an Omega again and I'm never going to be again.

Tonight I'm venturing into the warehouse district. It's pretty quiet here and there's nobody out that I can see. I sniff around but everything here smells decaying or moldy. Still, food is food so I snack on what I find. But then I smell something alive and fresh, my tail flicking behind me as I move into the shadows behind a dumpster. I peer from behind it and see what appears to be a large cat at the end of the alley. What the heck is that? I've never seen a house cat that big and I've hunted cat before. Stringy but I like the fight they put up more than anything. Still...that's one BIG cat. I can't tell from here but does he have spots? I can smell him and something about him is...different. He doesn't exactly smell natural but that just makes me more curious. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. I haven't met something yet that I can't take on in a one on one fight. Of course it'd be all over with if the pack was here with me but since they're not, I'm going to have to drag this one home by myself.

I sneak out from behind the dumpster, coiling my back legs as I stalk a little closer and then I launch forward, running at him in a dead sprint. But trash litters this back alley and before I know it, the damned cat is running. I thought there was a dead end up here and he would be forced to fight me but I growl in frustration as the cat springs right over the high wooden fence at the end like it's nothing. I hear his yowl of warning but I'm not listening to it, my eyes narrowed in determination as I leap up onto a dumpster next to the fence and launch myself up to the top. I manage to hook my front paws over the edge, scrabbling with my back feet on the fence until I get the upper strength to pull myself all the way over. I land with a yelp but I roll back to my feet and shake out my coat, taking off again. I can just see the tip of his tail disappearing around a building. I dig in, ignoring the ache in my shoulder from landing on it as I whip around the corner after him, only to skid to a stop as I stop and stare. There's a large frickin boat right in front of me, docked at a harbor and the cat's running right for it.

I can smell a bunch of other people...or is it creatures? Something is off. My hackles rise even further, suddenly nervous. Maybe I should call it off and go find the pack, eat some garbage for tonight and maybe see if the pack will come back with me later to investigate. My jaw tightens as I watch the cat disappear into the shadows by the boat, my blue eyes flickering about, looking for movement. Fuck it, I say to myself as I take off, running full blast toward the shadows. This might be a trap but I've got to find out what it is about this boat. I run head long into the shadows, almost waiting to hit a wall but when I don't, I blink my eyes, trying to readjust. And then I put on the brakes hard. What...the...hell? I shrink back with a snarl. There are people everywhere...HUMANS. I've been avoiding them just about my whole life. Why are they all here and where did that giant cat go? The humans here, they smell funny. They don't smell like the humans I'm used to. Is there something different about them? I turn around, ready to go back out and get lost, get as far away from these humans as possible, but then I hear it.

The sounds of fighting. And it doesn't sound like human on human. It sounds like animals. What? I'm curious but is it worth risking going past the humans? They all seem to be watching in the other direction, some cheering and others booing. What are they watching? No one even seems to notice me. I slink closer to the ground and try to peer around their feet, my eyes widening when something slams to the ground where I can see it through the multitudes of feet and legs. Is that..a goat? It sounds an awful lot like one, snorting and pawing as it gets back up to face it's opponent. I try to reposition myself, still as far against the wall as I can get so I don't touch anyone. I can just make out paws with claws that retract and extend as the creature walks. Could it be the cat? I narrow my eyes, squinting as I try to get a closer look. But then someone steps in front of me, blocking my view and I shrink back against the wall instantly, hackles rising as I snarl menacingly at the person or creature that now stands facing me.

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