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 .:.


Posted on August 09, 2015 by Malia Tate
West


I didn't see the large black cat watching me from the shadows or I might have made up my mind a lot sooner to get back to the woods and the safety of my pack territory. One big cat is challenge enough but two big cats? No thanks, I like my face a little too much for that. The moment he steps in front of me, I look up into his bright green eyes, my own blue gaze seeming to glow from the shadows at the edge of the boat with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity. What IS this place? Why are all these people here and why are they watching animals fight? None of this makes sense to me. Of course I've never been this far into a city before. Usually I stick to the edges, ready to dart back into the safety of the trees any time there's a threat but here I feel cornered and I don't like it one bit. My tail brushes against the opening in the ship, the exit from which I came in through and one I want to stay close to in case I feel the sudden urge to bolt. I'm fighting it, as is, but there are still so many questions in my mind.

Facing the black panther head on, I measure him up. He ahs a stance of confidence, perhaps a leader in these parts? Now that I can smell his thick cologne, I'd say I've caught hints of it on the cat I chased here. A pack of cats? Is that even possible? I've always heard that they's mostly solitary creatures, solo hunters and that's what's made the house cats easier to kill when they go out exploring in the dark alleys. So why are so many grouped up in a boat? Aren't cats supposed to hate water? All just rumors I've heard, of course. It's not like I try to make conversation with my food so for all I know, they could love water. I see fresh battle wounds on the panther, my thoughts wandering to the assumption that he might be weaker than first thought. Maybe I could take him on and then make a clean get away. But what if that other cat comes back and helps him? What if some of the people notice when a fight breaks out and they get involved? I'm not about to get myself shot over some dumb feline.

I growl in my frustration, snarling in warning to the black cat to keep him far away from me. So far he seems to get the hint but he's not budging, taking me in so calmly with those glowing green eyes. I've never liked cats. He growls right back at me, the annoyance clear in his voice and my ears fold back. I not though that his hackles are still smooth. Slightly puzzled, my head tilts just a little but my own hackles remain up and trembling in agitation. I won't let my guard down just because he' not reacting as expected. As he sits, I snarl even louder, almost insulted by the fact that he thinks he can just sit down like we're about to have a friendly chat or something. My ears flatten to my head, my eyes narrowing. That's it, I'm going to eat this cat. But then something foreign brushes against my mind, something I'nve never felt before. It's like someone is talking to me, only not in the way that I can see their lips move. Sure I can reach out to my pack and talk to them but they mostly respond in one word responses, just enough to get their meaning through. I've always considered myself a little more intelligent than the average coyote.

This is different though, like a whole conversation in my head, a full sentence but not from a voice I recognize. Bet on the goat? Panic flares in my mind because it can only mean it's someone here to know that I just watched a goat get slammed to the ground in the middle of those people. I shrink even further against the wall, my head ducking and my lips curling back to show a full set of chompers as my tail curls around my flanks and flicks at the tip to show my growing irritation with this whole confusing situation. I shake my head as if that will rid me of the voice. I can still feel it there on the edges like a presence and I don't like it at all. I bring my paw up, rubbing at my face frantically, trying to paw the voice right out of my head. As I try to refocus, I find the black cat still sitting there as smug as can be. His eyes seem to be watching me expectantly. I'd almost expected him to leave in my sudden hysteria. And then it hits me. Wait...was it..HIM? My gaze snaps back to him, eyes widening.

I react the only way I know how. When backed into a corner and faced with something of the unknown, you fight back. With a menacing snarl, I lunge forward to tackle the cat, aiming to take him to the ground just long enough for me to bolt back out of the hole in the ship I came through. I'll snap at his face a couple times in warning first but not really aiming to hurt him, at least not yet. Right now, I'm more scared than anything, though I'll hardly admit that to anyone. If it's really him talking in my head, that means there are a lot of things I'm suddenly questioning and I don't like questioning anything in my life. It's become routine and boring, but I like it. If I miss the cat, I'll spin back toward him when I land and lunge at one of his legs, aiming to wrap my jaws around his fine bones and jerk his leg right out from under him, anything to put him on the ground so I can get past and out the hole in the boat. I just don't want him chasing me because I have a feeling he can go faster on those long lean legs than I can and he probably knows this city a lot better than I do.

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