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

i am the raven queen; sam


Posted on June 10, 2016 by vhalla
West Reopen Thread
&vhalla
don't go inside; that's where my demons hide

The smell of blood permeates the air as Vhalla slides her daggers back into her boots. Wiping a red smear from her face, she slides her hands across her legs as if she were brushing off dirt. Glancing at the destruction she left behind, her eyes flash momentarily with pain. This wasn't the life the assassin wanted but it was her way of survival, she had a debt to pay and she was nothing more than an expendable tool. Clearing away her emotions, Vhalla slips silently out of the window and drops 10 feet to the ground, rolling to break her fall.

Standing, she brushes her black suit free of debris and takes note of any damage she received from her job. When she finishes her inspection she is pleased to find no tears in the special material that hugs her slender frame tightly. However, she knew she had managed to damage the release mechanism in her right sleeve that releases a blade and Vhalla was aware her employer wouldn't be happy with it. It would be another few hundred dollars tacked onto her debt. Sighing, she pushes the thoughts away to deal with another time. The assassin was in need of a fairly strong alcoholic beverage but she knew she was a long way from the closest bar, even the Ark was quite a ways away. Perhaps a stroll would clear her mind.

Setting out with that insufferable swagger of hers, Vhalla moves slowly through the district, the moon was beginning to sink and the witch knew the sun would be rising soon. Her white braid sways behind her, tickling her lower back, stark against her black material with several small red speckles throughout. It wasn't overly noticeable but it could be easily noted if someone were observant enough. Reaching for her hood, she realizes too late that she discarded it earlier that night across her bedroom floor. Releasing a breath, she drops her hands as she walks silently through the abandoned area.

It wasn't surprising to find that the streets were deserted, at this hour even the shadiest of beings were hidden away in their ragged homes. Yawning, she can feel the job she had just completed taking its toll on her. No matter how many she did, it took a little piece of her each time, eventually there would be nothing left. Vhalla knew to keep her front up, it's what kept her alive. Sometimes the witch wished she could lose control completely and let her flames destroy the world, unfortunately, it's a bitch when her own magic couldn't hurt her.

Scowling at the pavement, covered in blood and gore invisible against her black clothing, the assassin continues her walk, gravel crunching under her boots, fuming that her stroll only managed to piss her off rather than clear her head.

i am the raven queen
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