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

into these animals we grew


Posted on May 21, 2016 by Tobias
West


He dislikes crying at the best of times, such a sorrowful emotion outside his ability to correctly perceive, the boy incapable of understanding it beyond finding the sound of sobbing an irritating noise made to agitate him. It is a result of his upbringing perhaps, the boy never truly exposed to tears in any fashion, his mind unable to relate the emotion to the action and as such all he truly sees is the leaking of water from her eyes and the sobbing sound from her lips that holds no true words or meaning and leaves him simply staring blankly at her. Tetra does not cry, not ever and as such Tobias does not cry, the lanky deviant little more then a formed shadow of his companion- a creature given to mimic those around him in a desperate effort to be like them. His efforts to seize the bubbles seem to bring about a change in her mood however, her soft laughter seeing those dark eyes rove back towards her, the very sound seeming to intrigue him as she attempts to explain the nature of bubbles as his features merely frown.

"I...do not know....soap."

Whether he does not know what the word means or he simply does not know what soap is in any capacity remains to be seen, her explanation seeming to have gained her precious little ground as his eyes merely blink, narrowing slightly, still anticipating that the bubbles may readily appear from somewhere as he proceeds to conceal himself beneath the blanket of her bed in preparation. The manner in which she proceeds to cover herself with a pillow is utterly ignored by the boy, Tobias, perhaps, the least capable of any man within the Ark of either recognising or reacting to her state of undress. He simply does not notice it and yet if he did he would surely ignore it all the same, the shaggy-haired young man so often oblivious to that which other men so readily seem to take notice in, the boy....innocent, in some sense of the word. He is distracted from his hunting attempts only by the voice of the little blonde fae once more, dark eyes turning back towards her beneath the blanket, watching her beneath those tousled dark locks. For a moment his head simply tilts, as if considering the girls words, attempting to place each spoken syllable before he abruptly holds his hand out towards her.

"but....I...can."

His wrist simply flicks, twisting, bubbles appearing within the palm of his hand to float upward in a rapid stream beneath the blanket as his grin widens, clearly delighted with his own trick and yet truly he does not seem to appreciate the full capacity of his own powers at all, swatting at the bubbles he has created until her voice distracts him once more and his features shift again and he turns to face the girl once more.

"I know...who you....are."

He admits suddenly, almost solemnly, though whether he does or not remains to be seen, dark eyes holding her own with some sense of...clarity now as he regards her.

"Tobi."

He repeats the word the way a child repeats a word back to an adult, attempting to understand it, though his head nods his assurance of it all the same before he speaks again in those same youthful, innocent tones.

"Were you....playing the....sex game? I am...not allowed to....play that because.....I get....kittens."




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


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