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

:: He'll Only Break Your Heart ::


Posted on June 03, 2014 by Tobias
West
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Her momentary approval of his new outfit brings a ready grin to his youthful features once more, lips pulled upward with the gesture as black locks fall about his face in that haphazard array they always do, the boy managing indeed to have shifted with his clothes in place, a true rarity and yet, one the boy is evidently not incapable of should he be given to truly try, her words met with a tilt of his head, unable to perceive her sarcasm- taking her words to be entirely literal and thus understanding them to be...misplaced if not stupid. Had she not just seen his shift? Why should it be surprising? Features contort into a frown now, evidently content to argue as he scoffs, words muttered beneath his breath before the manner of his levitating bed becomes the centre of his focus. For a moment it would seem he is given to permit the woman's touch, seizing her hand in his own, allowing those fingers to interlace with his as he very near drags her back around the corner and towards the hanging nets and sacks he has moved to collect over the years he has searched for Tetra, having arranged them in a manner quite to his liking- only to find they have been hung from the ceiling in nothing short of a cruel joke- or so he believes. To hear that Birdie is the cause of this supreme dissatisfaction sees him release her hand rapidly, eyeing her with discord now as she attempts to explain. Her efforts however, fall on deaf ears as he points to the hammock bed once more.

"You touched my....things!"

This is clearly an accusation, dark eyes narrowed as a growl rolls within his throat. Pack or otherwise the woman is still beneath him, his bedding his own personal belonging and one he is clearly agitated to have touched in any fashion by anyone other than himself, the woman having hunt it from the ceiling seeming to only confuse him utterly as she moves to lean against him and he moves to step away with a feral sounding snarl, clearly in no mood to be placated as he regards her, the curly-haired woman stepping forward then in an effort to demonstrate as he abruptly reaches forward, seeming to hold some desire to stop her lest she somehow injure herself before his hand withdraws, evidently having decided to simply let her do as she pleases, at least for now. He does not dislike the woman, indeed, has become entirely tolerable of her presence with and around him and as such is willing to offer some slither of trust in her actions in these moments as she moves to scramble up and into the hammock.

Dark eyes simply continue to stare, clearly mistrustful of this entire endeavour as she lays back, claiming it to be comfortable though he seems disbelieving, unsure about the manner in which it sways as she moves to steady it, sitting up before requesting he join her. Arms fold determinedly across his chest, content to be belligerent for some moments still, as if he merely seeks to prove he does not have to obey her, remaining in this manner another few seconds longer before shifting forward, moving to poke experimentally at it once more before stepping up onto the rise, hands pressing into it, assuring it will hold him before he very near vaults in, sending the hammock swinging wildly as he yelps in panic, moving to grasp the girl firmly in his arms in an attempt to steady himself, oblivious to the fact he may very near choke her in the process until the bed stops it's wild swaying, his grip abruptly released from around her middle as he seems to re-examine the situation.

"It is...high. This I....like."

By the very nature of his species he is given to enjoy added height, all cats seeming to delight in a view of the entire space around them, his own view readily noticed now as he kneels atop his bed, turning slightly in a half arc to better view his surroundings, peering down and over the ledge to Lucian and the shop floor so far below before another momentary smile graces his features and he rolls suddenly onto his back, stretching out fully on the swinging bed with a near childish snicker, evidently taking delight in such a thing.

"Birdie....lie down."

It is hardly a question, the boy seeming to demand she share his hammock for this moment as his own head rests against the pillow, long, lean form stretched outward.

"I have never....had a magic...bed before."

That he seems to feel the bed is somehow supported by some magical force is evidently clear in these moments as he folds his arms behind his head in the very image of relaxation before soem thought seems to take his fractured mind, seized upon with ready fervor as those dark eyes roll to look upon the girl beside him as he speaks in a mere whisper, as if concealing some form of secret.

"Are you.....magic too? Is that why....the bed is...flying? Don't worry I will....not tell anyone."


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