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

yo ho thieves and beggers


Posted on April 10, 2016 by Tobias
West


He does not perceive, truly, the fear and panic his own actions have caused, nor is he given to care. His mind is near purely animalistic, he understands only the most basal of rules and yet it is this fractured understanding that has seen his agitation fix firmly on the unfortunate ride attendant. The man had harmed him and in turn Tobias is assured a similar punishment is due, he does not perceive the right or wrongness of it, he merely perceives action and reaction and the man before him had been foolish enough to stoke his already flammable temperament- his strength far beyond that of any human and as such he threatens entirely to drop the man from his platform and onto the deck below. If only to see how injured he may be at the end. He is capable of kindness when he should so choose and yet more so he is capable of cruelty too. He is, by equal turns, neither good nor bad nor kind not hateful. He exists as the reactions around him exist, he is what others are, his is what others have made him. Non-judgemental perhaps and yet reactive as those around him are reactive to him. The ride attendant had attacked him and in turn he is simply exerting his own dominance. Tetradore alone permitted to exact such a thing over him in turn and yet it is Birdie's hands upon his arm that seem to draw his dark gaze away at last from the man in his grasp, features softening slightly at her mere appearance.

He has no desire to harm his companion. She is his thing, his belonging and in turn she is afforded his protection, not his destruction- his anger with the man however is a darkly dangerous thing, teeth grating across each other as his mind attempts to glean some understanding from the words the woman offers, attempting to distract his mind from its aggression with the promise of food, his gaze flicking from Raven to the man and back again. He desires, on some level, not to displease Raven, he seeks her approval, holds some intention to please her if only because instinct dictates it and yet his own aggression burns hotly within him as he seems to deliberate further- so oblivious to the scene he has caused. It is only after several long moments that his fingers finally loosen their grip on the shirt of the man, the shaking individual hurriedly stepping back as Tobias moves to fold his arms across his chest with an irritable snort, displeased at having lost his prey, eyes rolling slightly back to Raven once more.

"Did not....hurt him."

He looks to Raven once more, clearly anticipating some form of praise for his actions before moving to step away from the man at last, long limbs carrying him back down and onto the lower deck, people hurriedly moving to let him passed though several have already begun to go back to their activities now that the matter was solved, the boy of no longer any interest to them as he turns to wait for his companion at the base of the stairs.

"I want to....get the food."

He is, it would seem, in a rather prickly mood- though his agitation is hardly aimed at the woman, more so he is simply irritable about the situation, incapable of merely letting go of his agitation so readily as dark eyes narrow on anyone unfortunate enough to look in his direction before falling onto Birdie once more, one hand reaching out to grasp her own.

"Where is....the food?"

madness, as you know, is like gravity: all it takes is a little push


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