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

if only they knew what we're up to


Posted on July 16, 2016 by Edith Graham
West

The young woman was quite content to settle into the luxurious first class seat beside her Alpha, the promise of shopping and a weekend of pampering by Frost enough to heed off the woman's complaints about the early hour - at least for now. Her mention of the penthouse suite being a completely serious one. The snort the white-haired male to her side brought her attention from the drink menu, her brow quirking up as she regarded him. "I was being serious about that one. I know it's a rare emotion for me, but that one was serious," She offered him a wink before she set the menu down, turning her attention instead to the business at hand. The simper on her Alpha's lips - such a rare gesture and one that brought pride to Edie that she could coax it from him - saw the girl grin. "I am always glad to be helpful. My affinity is certainly useful, isn't it?" Her tone remained eternally teasing, the girl coaxing that fine line between flirting and toying with him.

The girl moved gently, tucking her legs under her as she moved to lean closer to Frost, her fingers toying with the fabric of his shirt. She had no doubt that whatever his grand scheme was, the two of them would pull it off without a hitch. With her own powers of getting people to do what she wanted - it also didn't help that she was a pretty face - and his abilities, they were going to come out of this significantly richer. It was only the man speaking regarding her request for fifty fifty that caused her to look up at him, her fingers moving from his shirt to cross across her own chest. "You'll be doing most of the work? If that was the case, you wouldn't have brought me. You know you can't do this alone. I'll be smooth talking the way I'm so good at. You seem to lack the..." A smirk worked it's way onto her features as she reached up, twirling a piece of his white hair around her finger as she brought her gaze to those violet eyes of his. "How should I say it... amazing beauty and charm that I possess."

The girl leaned back once more, chuckling to herself. "As for my boyfriend..." She found she hardly cared for the amount of food he ate, and Frost hardly had a reason to care about it either. It wasn't about the money, no. Not when the two of them could so easily get more, as they were proving right now. The girl couldn't help the grin that spread on her face. "I think the... pleasure... he brings me is a huge contribution to the pack as a whole. A happy Edie is a much more pleasant Edie. Plus." She smirked, turning to glance over at him. "He's much better in bed than that vampire I slept with." Still, the girl leaned back in her seat. "Sixty forty will suffice, but any of my expenses this weekend come out of your portion. After all, you dragged me here."

The mention again of the gala made the girl's grin falter. Edie quickly looked away from him, the heat rising to her cheeks. She'd hardly expected that he would bring it up again, her own comment about it being hardly more than a tease. The girl reached up, playing with a strand of her own hair as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. She would not respond to the jealousy that he so clearly knew about. He seemed to know everything, after all. Her rash decisions in regards to talking to Dorian was something she expected she would be punished for. When he merely seemed to smile about it, the girl gave a tiny nod. "I was..." She started, though she trailed off immediately. She didn't know how to finish the sentence. Jealous? Upset? None of it was something she wanted to admit to herself, let alone tell Frost. And yet, she was sure he already knew how she'd intended on finishing that sentence.

That he knew of her pinning Dorian to the ground caused a laugh to come from the Beta girl, breaking her temporarily out of her thoughts. "I did," She said pleasantly, realizing here and now that she had never filled in her Alpha on the events that had taken place in the park. "He's... more clever than he looks. Old, naive, but not stupid. I used my persuasion power on him. I tried to convince him I wanted to sleep with him. He took me to a garden, and I thought it was working, but apparently not. It hadn't been an hour, and you asked me to distract him." The girl shrugged. "He didn't see it coming. But... speaking of seeing, he has the power of invisibility. That's how he got away from me in the first place. He just vanished. I thought you should know, in case you want to keep toying with that faerie... Queen was it?" The Beta turned her attention fully to her Alpha, the tone a serious one. "She smells like the Ark. Who is she, and what are you doing with her?"

The appearance of the air hostess had the girl turning her head, offering up that charming smile of hers. "Just a coffee for me right now? One for my companion as well. It is early, after all," The girl waved her hand dismissively before she turned her attention back to the matter at hand. "You seem so confident in my ability to pull this off, considering you've never seen my ability at work," The tone was teasing, of course. Edie had no doubt that she'd be able to do it, just as Frost clearly had not either. The confidence he had in her was pleasing. It made her cocky. "I presume you'll use that talent of yours to speak instructions to me?"

"Now, tell me," She leaned forward again, arm resting on his arm rest instead of her own, the girl once again invading his personal space. "They're not going to let us merely waltz up to this table. What do we have to do to get invited?"

Edith Graham

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