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

Caught in clouds of silver ropes


Posted on August 24, 2015 by Amelia Washington
West

Amelia Gale Washington
The words weigh heavy on the heart

Those of the were species were never very familiar to Amelia. She does remember, a few years ago, encountering a few, though. It was an early autumn night at a bonfire party. She was there with a few friends, most of them human. Even though Amelia does not attend parties all of the time, as she is a tad introverted, she was rather excited about this one in particular. Why? Because of the rumors, of course. There had been whispers that a distant relative of one of Amelia's classmates was coming through town that night with some of their own friends. It was said to be a small pack of weres, and that they would go to the bonfire.

In the small town, strangers didn't come often and not many non-humans resided there. Weres were among those that were not usually present. However, when someone shows up that few people have met in the town, they are immediately bombarded with people and questions. Then they are quickly labeled as "friend" or "foe" by each individual. Because many ended up being "foes", numerous residents resented new-comers.

Yet the bonfire was a hit. It was one of the biggest parties Amelia has ever seen. There, she met a handful of weres: a werewolf, a werefox, and a wereleopard. Among them, her first crush (Although she never shared that information with anyone because lovers, or mates, or spouses of different species were looked down upon in the traditional minds of the townsfolk and was the material of gossip, not reality). The night was full of drinking, which Amelia did not participate in, and make-out sessions, which she also did not participate in, but she still had a great time talking to the weres. Unfortunately, after that short night she never saw them again.

Although she was not expecting it at the moment, subconsciously Amelia knew she would run into a were of some sort in this new place. It's inevitable. After she spotted the canine's figure in the shadows and heard the feminine voice of it within her mind, the fairy took a short time to connect the two together as she had never been spoken to telepathically, especially by what Amelia had assumed was a large stray dog before turning to it and taking a closer look. Now that she knows the "dog" is actually a were and that she was interested in the fairy, Amelia hesitated. Talking to a stranger in this place? What would her uncle say? But Amelia never had a problem with it before. Besides, if she kept walking and the were is really interested in her, the girl really isn't a fighting match, or much of a fighter at all, really.

So, instead of walking on, Amelia gives the woman were a small gracious smile, one that tends to work well when meeting new people, perhaps not those of a different species, and stops to look at her with her blue eyes.

"I'm headed to grab some food, but I don't see anyplace around here with it. Maybe it's best if I just head home at this point."

It's starting to get a little dark out and the wind has taken on a slight chill now that the sun isn't warming the earth as it was only minutes ago. Amelia fights the urge to fidget with her long hair, a habit she's taken on when she is nervous. Presently, she is slightly so, but she is no coward and she isn't going to run at this point. Instead, she simply shrugs casually.

I am lost, led only by the stars

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