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 want to play with your evil inside;


Posted on June 03, 2014 by Risque
West

SCREAM baby, SCREAM;


Such a very messy process, the slitting of ones throat. She would not appreciate such a mess occurring in her establishment, not one bit, nor did it contribute to good publicity. She still wished for some fresh meet from time to time, after all. At least now she knew who to punish if such a grisly occurrence were to take place. There was something theatrical about the thought though, a certain flare she certainly possessed when she executed out her plans. "A useful gift, to be able to be the puppeteer. I would hope you do not squander it on just your food." Oh she may have sounded slightly impressed but she too had her ways of getting her point across. The vampire standing beside her could prove useful, or not she wasn't entirely sure. But this fickle creatures interest had been ignite.


"I suppose. That is if you are sated by cheap things. I am not so easy to satisfy." She found the more difficult the prey the more tasty the morsel, the finest of their specimen are the ones she went after. The harder the fight the more she made them suffer. Something about the adrenaline that pumped through their blood seemed to season in such a way she preferred. There was absolutely nothing wrong with playing with your food, after all cats were experienced with such things, especially hers.


He leans in close so that she could feel his breath upon her exposed flesh. So very daring indeed, the man was either far too confident in his own sex appeal or he was simply that stupid. She does not stir, not even for a second, composed but not rigid. So quickly she could strike, blatant, out in the open but she chooses not to, to his bold words soft like velvet, made to entice. The same voice he probably used to lure humans. A molten chuckle forms within her, the very sound was practically tangible. "Quite an offer.." Why ask when she can simply take? She was certainly not one to ask anything of anyone. "But do I really look like someone who asks nicely?" She suddenly moves forward, inhumanly fast, hand snaking forward to reach for his shirt, in attempts to pull him almost too violently close, so close in fact that their noses just might meet. "The answer is no.. I simply take what I want when I want it." A malevolent whisper is uttered, oppressive and yet oddly seductive. Her eyes soon narrow flickering from his lips back to his eyes before releasing him so suddenly from her grasp, a hint of a hunter's grin caressing her lips. She leans back as if she were never there, so long as he doesn't react to her little display.


If a voice could sound like hot wax on flesh, hers did now. "Tell me.." She purrs her voice sultry and low, leaning in closer to him, her eyes locking with his as if she dared him to look away from her intense gaze. "Why so readily offer your prey to me. Are you really that generous?" He hardly seemed like the type. Every word she spoke fell as if there were multiple meanings and questions all interwoven within the spoken word, as though there was never really a right answer, or was there?





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