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

You were stuck inside, I couldn't get you out


Posted on October 09, 2015 by Elenore Dorian
West
all this devotion was rushing over me, and the crashes are heaven, for a sinner like me, but the arms of the ocean deliver me.

Waiting for the intended shipment Davante was expecting allowed my thoughts to stray towards every end of the scape of my mind,. Decidedly bored, my mind was free to indulge in a bright curiosity. I knew little of the business Davante conducted; what I did know? I knew as illicit and generally illegal. What did he care about rules? About regulations? Clearly, nothing â€" but then again, the man didn't care and he never had. Laws were general guidelines to him, and they always had been. Nothing had changed once we moved to the United States; Davante was still dangerous and prone to ignoring authority, except for his actions needed to be more discreet here. That was no challenge for him obviously, as the shop was filled with all kinds of magical wears. From weaponry to artifacts found at all ends of the earth, Arsenaal was a regular market for all things equivalent to living beings that went bump in the night. What could he possibly have a shipment of, now? Drugs and substances were done on his own time, they didn't generally make it into Arsenaal. As an arms dealer, my brother had many contacts that supplied him with weapons that he tampered with to add supernatural powers. The artifacts he was in search for had supernatural powers too â€" from possessed items to rings that allowed the wearer to lie concealed, Davante procured all kinds of things. So what could he possibly be getting now?

Though I'd gotten lost in ideas of what might be lying in wait for arrival, I hadn't missed the shadow that preceded a figure coming around a corner. I'd expected someone dressed in rags (don't ask me why), or decrepit and worrisome. Maybe that's why Davante had worried for my safety, and offered me advice I didn't really need. Instead of letting a wave of anxiety rise from my belly to my extremities, I found calm washing over me. The individual who appeared didn't look dangerous (then again, Davante didn't usually either), and he wasn't decrepit or homeless looking. I guess that's a plus! He'd surprised me, unfortunately, and with a brief sound that announced my surprise I put my sandwich down and hopped off the box.

"Unfortunately, my brother was called away for other business .He's left me in his place for now," I said, offering the admission with a hint of brightness to my voice. The accent was strong still, but that didn't change that I was amused with my surprise and the fact that this man wasn't the picture of a homeless creep. Good. Though he didn't fit my picture of a supplier of illicit wares, I couldn't help the way my crystalline eyes met his striking emerald ones. Eyes always caught my attention â€" the soul was truly visible there. And in his eyes? There was a familiar soulful defiance I'd grown to know all too well.

"Let's go inside, there were some people loitering out here earlier today. The Were-Leopard that lurks around isn't here, so it's safer."

Was it really? Did I actually invite the man who might have as much affinity for violence, danger, tenacity, and anarchy as my knight in shining armor? Davante wouldn't have put me in danger â€" he would never have hurt a young woman if given no reason.

"Besides, I'm super curious to what's in there. Care to give me a hint?"







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