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

virtue has a veil, vice a mask


Posted on April 26, 2014 by RAVEN CLOCKSWORTH
West


Light golden-brown curls covered the left side of her face, for a moment as she turned her head away not wanting to stare at his naked form. She heard his snort and gradually she would look to him, focusing more on his face than anything else of him. The scent of vomit filled her nostrils and a grimace appeared. As she touched her side, looking at the bullet's graze, the tender flesh would hiss and sizzle as it slowly began to close. Thankfully the bullet was made of lead and not silver, allowing a Were's fast healing capabilities to take hold. A low snort came from her at his words. It was because of him she got grazed, and truly she did not care for his opinion. She could see for herself she would be find and the wound was nothing to worry about- she didn't care for his opinion on this matter. Ignoring the skin patching itself, she felt his proximity to her for closer than what she was comfortable with. Tilting her head upwards, blue-grey eyes met his dark chocolate ones, her own eyes widen when she felt his long fingers snatch the hem of her shirt. She froze on the spot, for only a moment as fear began to crawl down her spine. She did not like males, she couldn't trust him, and she was slowly coming out of her feral minded state, that said otherwise, and so she couldn't react just yet. It was only when her warm scarred pale flesh felt his fingertips graze her intricate scars that her hand snatched his swiftly. Her hold on his hand was gentle, but firm as she took a step back giving them some room. Her words were harshly whispered, a low growl caught in her throat giving the boy a reminder that she was not his.





"No...you cannot touch...only friends, pack, or mate can touch..."





Once more her eyes remained firm on his, ignoring the fact that he was naked and far too closer for her comfort. Gently she would let go of his hand as her other hand moved to place her shirt down covering it up. As he lost interest in her flesh that fear she felt was replaced with puzzlement. As he stepped back from her, folding his arms across his bare chest, she noticed that cautiously look in his eyes. There were many times when her eyes held that same watchful look, she placed it on anyone and everyone that was near her save for a few that she trusted. Though there was no one in this new city that she knew let alone cared to trust. The tendrils of longing for a companion, a friend, a pack-mate continued to take heed as it pulled the strings that would allow the woman to remain on speaking terms with the fellow. Her scarred arms would fold in front of her, her right hand sliding up and down her left arm in a comforting way, for one to touch oneself, to reassure her that she would be okay. Taking him to the place wouldn't be such a problem with him...maybe. Nodding her head, one hand lifted to pull her golden-brown curls from over the left side of her scarred face. Her tone was gentle, but still horse from disuse. Being in the form for more than 48 hours and not talking to anyone really made it difficult for her to sound normal.





"I will show you, I think you'll like the food. There is a lot...enough to make you not so skinny."





Her pink lips would turn upwards giving him a gentle smile before it disappeared as soon as she caught the scent of the immortal creature. Turning sharply on her heel, her head tilts puzzled as to why such a creature had wandered in. She wasn't one that cared to be in their presence. It was natural for her to carry such disdain about them. There was a time when the stories of old said both creatures used to be allies, or enemies, the stories always changed. The only thing that stayed the same was the fact that both creatures were different, and yet it would seem, that was the only thing she needed to heed from those stories. Out of the corner of her eye, she was aware of the male Were's presence near her once more, this time clothed from the torso and downwards. She could feel her skin prickle as she look towards the vampire, running his mouth as his eyes roamed over her. Uncrossing her arms lips pulled back to show her teeth, a natural habit for her species. Storming towards him, her golden curls bounced behind her shoulders as she swiftly brought her hand up and deliberately smacked his face with her open palm. She was standing far too close for him that she would allow, but at this point in time she was angered. It would seem that when a creature was afraid of something, typically there was a flight or fight response and it was obviously to see which one she chose. Seething a low growl rumbled as her cold tone held a sharp edge to it. Cold blue-grey eyes glaring at his own.





"That was for looking at me...and we didn't ask for your help."





She couldn't recall in her animal form if she asked for help, let alone did she expect any to be given to her. Crossing her arms in a hotly manner she felt the WereLeopard brush his elbow against her own as he showed this crumpled up photo. Narrowing her eyes she looked at the glimpse of two boys, noticing that the dark shaggy haired deviant was the very one standing beside her. Though it was the boy with the piercing green eyes got her attention. It would seem that he was looking for him, why she wasn't very sure. For all she knew he could be on a vengeful warpath from some stupid kids game. Weres were very territorial and it was only natural to see males fight over the stupidest things. Ignoring the vampire entirely her own eyes shifted to him, that ice cold glare never lifting on him, not until she looked to the feline shifter. Softly her hoarse voice dripped out slowly, giving the boy her assistance whether he liked it or not.





"I could help...if you wanted me too, maybe after you get some food?"



I'd Rather Feel Pain Then Nothing At All

Raven


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