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

Maybe Im a Different Breed -Raven-


Posted on May 27, 2014 by L U C I A N
West Reopen Thread

GO AHEAD AND PLAY DEAD




Life is Good.

At least, as good as life gets for a lone wolf. I'd finally gotten matters settled with the shop in the warehouse district. Paperwork's been signed, title in hand, and now I had a crew working diligently to get all the necessary adjustments made to the building.

New signs bearing branded the formidable fortress 'Devil's Den Armory', with security cameras being placed and shelves being stocked by the truck load with ammunition and firearms as well as hand-held weapons. One side room was being fitted with large mats, punching bags and dummies for combat training. The upstairs had six smaller rooms being furnished into living quarters complete with bathrooms and kitchenettes, and the razor-wire lot outback had a brand spanking new shooting range- complete with short and long range targets- gleaming in the sunlight.

Yep. Life was Fuckin' Awesome.

The last full moon proved quite fruitful, and I had a chance to spend more time with Tobias and Raven. Tobi was turning out to be a fantastic asset and I was compelled to believe that making that business arrangement with him on the sidewalk had been one of the best decisions I ever made. A man couldn't ask for a better guard, and in return I planned to see to it the young leopard never went hungry or with clothes and a roof over his head.

It was a brilliant partnership.

Raven, his much more shy compatriot, was also a welcomed face within the Armory. The poor girl was like a beaen pup, given to cower and flee and the marks of abuse upon her heart were as clear to me as if the bruises and welts still lingered upon her skin. Whatever pack she'd been apart of had done a piss-poor job of caring for the girl.

My Alpha instincts dictate I correct this serious error in the young woman's upbringing. She had acted very introverted during the Full Moon, but I could tell it had been more then just modesty that had kept her from howling out her song to the night. I have heard of packs that did not allow their omegas such a priviledge. I found it repulsive myself, and had made a mental note to seek her out and have a little talk with her.

Perhaps she was not Pack, but my role as a natural born leader compelled me to take such action. And so long as she resided under my roof she was also under my protection. And perhaps in time, who knows? It wouldn't be so hard for her to transition into pack-hood should it come to that point.

After seeing that the workers are on task, I wait around the front of the shop about the time I know Raven usually comes and goes. When she appears, an easy smile materializes on my lips, intense gaze meeting her own evenly but not in a domineering fashion.

"Raven, I've been waiting for you to show up. I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to get a cup of coffee?"

I ask, gesturing towards the small cafe I knew to be located about 4 blocks south.

"There are a couple of things I'd like to talk to you about... if you have the time that is."





SOMEDAY I'LL WALK AWAY AND SAY

YOU FUCKIN' DISAPPOINT ME



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