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

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Posted on December 31, 2015 by ASKAREE
West

Askaree Bint Bahar


It is with the timely tromping of his paces at her back that Askaree begins to doubt that this eve shall be as cut-and-dry as she had henceforth been given to presume, though truly the idea is met with no measure of genuine surprise. He had proven himself worthy of denotation as a pest from the very dawn of their interactions and, here, he seemed only all too willing to perpetuate this stigma. However, she would be damned if he was going to put her loosely-planned evening of drunken debauchery to any halt. A darkly titillating chuckle echoes in the recesses of her throat as she trudges on, his assumption that there may come a time when her comings and goings were, indeed, his business seeming nothing short of absolutely adorable. A presumption so terribly misguided that it hardly warrants the validation a verbal response might offer.

At his next comment, though, Askaree is given to arc a pristinely-manicured brow as the tenebrific heft of her gaze flickers once to the pale-skinned man at her side only to then skate over the cargo ship looming in the distance. "I don't find any entertainment value in the thought of stealing some simpleton's lunch money in that little playpen of theirs. I prefer my fights come with an actual challenge," she offers flatly, her tone unwaveringly astute and unhindered by the tracings of boastfulness that might have otherwise accompanied the statement. Hers is an assured confidence, accumulated through years of practice, years of success vanquished by her own hand... not merely the passing of farcical nonsense beyond the pillows of her lips.

"You mean the Kitten King and his faithful stooge?" An impish grin draws its creases into the caramel cream of her face. Indeed she had heard of them, the Were community never failing to make mention of the pair and, more recently, the man at her side. Small minds did tend to find amusement in such things...and Sacrosanct seemed to have more than its fair share. "And how could they not like you? With your charm and genteel manner, I'm taken aback!" A smile works its way shamelessly across her chiseled features. "It wouldn't happen to be because of that little slap-fight you had with them not too far back, would it?" Yes, she had heard about that little incident too; yet another gem gifted to her by some drunken idiot at the dusty bar of some pathetic pub in the morning's wee hours. A festival of testerone ultimately ending in that sad little pissing contest, surely. What latent insecurities had fueled it, however, remained to be seen and, truth be told, Askaree could not admit to giving two small fucks about it.

"Also none of your goddamned business," she muses directly in response to his inquiry, instead choosing to circle back to their earlier conversation. For all of his apparent loathing of the Ark and its tenants why did he hold such interest in their presence or hers for that matter? "Why do you need them to be home? Intent on delivering a little belated housewarming gift?"



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