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

Show the devil how good you dance


Posted on March 17, 2016 by Eleanor
West




This is where Hollywood cues the delusion,
that everything looked this blue through Sinatra's eyes.



The words felt so strange on her lips. It was true, Eleanor was of fairy descent. But it was something she wasn't so keen on talking about. She had perfected her way of avoiding the Council, perhaps beyond her better judgement. But Eleanor wanted nothing to do with it or the community it offered. By abiding by the Council, that meant she had to play by the rules, something Eleanor did not do very well. And she would have to check in, socialize, be an upstanding citizen of sorts. Just thinking about it all made her mad. So she was on the run of sorts, not like she meant much to to the fae community or posed any real threat. But she drifted in and out of cities, usually taking measly, low paying jobs like tending bar to keep a low profile. For whatever reason, she'd struck gold in Sacrosanct and had an actually career path. So far she hadn't been bothered here. But she was sure to take precautions when she could. After the uncomfortable run-in with Animal, Eleanor actually considered reaching out to the Council for protection. That shows just how frightened she was by the rogue fairy, one that was far older and more powerful than she. But she didn't. And so far, she seemed safe.

She told Tetradore because she was comfortable with him. Even though she didn't know his name. (But he knew hers.) She saw no reason to lie or be withholding here. There was no reason for a were-panther to have any sort of relationship with a fairy council anyway. And for a second, it felt good to tell someone about who she was really was, whether she liked what she was made of or not. Eleanor smirked at his comment, trying to imagine what it was her "kind" smelled like. "I didn't realize we had our own... stench." She said, falling back into the booth and settling down in a much more normal seated position. "Hopefully it smells nice." For a second she wondered if she should ask about which dance club, and if it was one she frequented, but she held her tongue. Could his sister be a fae? What a strange world they lived in.

Her mind bounced around until he told her what he was, and Eleanor almost burst from the booth with energy. "A panther?" She questioned, her eye bright as she stared at him, trying to imagine it in her mind. She guessed if she could be anything she would have liked to have been a shifter. Then she wouldn't have to deal with humans at all. But before Eleanor could begin to elaborate, their waitress had returned.



Eleanor | Fairy | Vinyl

Replies