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

my soul has never led me wrong


Posted on August 24, 2015 by sorcha
West
there are as many truths as stars in the sky, and everyone of them different
perhaps that is the only real truth


It was probably a bit brazen of her to ask outright if he was going to the illegal mosh pit that consisted of Shifters but Sorcha didn't mind a little boldness. It kept her spirit up and what did being shy get anyone anyways? Nothing but a pocket full of empty friends. Not to mention that she was an entrepreneur at heart, set out to sell all the potions she could and become a large seller in the city and in order to do that it took a brazen attitude and the willingness to do what was necessary. Besides, since Tetra and Tobias had given her permission to begin selling her potions she had been working on extra ones that would be just for the cargo ship and although she had yet to actually set up during a fight she was preparing in the best way possible for a good turnout. By turnout she meant money. It would ease some of the strain of the bills that had begun to pile, extra things on top of the necessary ones, and she had to grit her teeth often when she paid a bill knowing that she was scarping the bare bottom of her funds.

Selling potions was not the easiest thing nor did it turn as big of a profit as some figured. She was wary about entering the northern district again to set up shop since she had come face to face with a dark hunter and would prefer to keep her lovely head on her shoulders but they paid the most for her potions. It took creative selling to get the general populace to set down their bottle of ibuprofin for a damn minute and take a real look at what she had to offer. The majority of it was holistic, using herbs she had been taught about as a child in Scotland, raised in a manner that many Druids before her had been. She called on her magic only in the making of some of the potions but damn did they work!

Thus is why she is disappointed at the leaking liquid, finding the offending bottle and sighing softly as she dumps the rest out on the pavement (which was cracked with weeds poking through due to constant neglect). Then she shoves the bottle into a side compartment, not knowing if Daerios is some big believer in not littering (besides, she preferred Earth magic, so it did good to not add her own mess to it). There is something off putting about Daerios - maybe it was the way her watched her in that unflappable manner or the stillness that lingers about him - and she catches herself staring closely at him, trying to determine what he is. Maybe some loan shark out to finish up his business? The moment she thinks it Sorcha finds amusement in the scenario - she had, of course, been reading too many books.

"Daerios," she repeats with a beaming smile, shaking his hand. "It is a pleasure to meet you, even under such odd circumstances." Then he agrees with her and she lights up again, pleased to have someone to walk with, even if she looked quite shabby in comparison. "Of course! This way," she says jovially, beginning to walk and pausing only long enough for him to fall into step with her. "So Daerios, what are you? A lion? A Leopard? No, let me guess." She says, tapping a finger on her chin as she grins, not sure if this question is offensive or not. "You strike me as a wolf. I bet you are a wolf. Am I right?" She says, glancing at him, assuming that since he is going to a shifter event that he must be a shifter.

24 - WITCH - NO COVEN
Thanks Vii❣

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