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

Tie this around your neck;


Posted on June 04, 2014 by Risque
West

SCREAM baby, SCREAM;


The she-devil edges the outskirts of her club as if a cat tight roping along a razor wire, watching like a hawk does over prey, only this time she is watching what is hers. The felines that she had claimed as her own dwelled and guarded her metaphorical castle, at least that was their purpose along with being muscle. Defiant and unruly creatures, especially as of late. Why would they when they had everything they could ever need here? Except for their freedom of course and harsh mistress when wronged.


Her eyes, pale as icy death scope the collective bodies hovering around the bar, needling through she finds her target with impressive ease. She felt her pet's presence like an unspoken bond. As though they were somehow linked, no matter how far he went there always seemed that link that traversed the distance between them. For a short time she watches him and that curious little human interact, watched as the undeniable interest sparked between them. She noticed the caring caress of his deadly fingers, instantly she learned that this one mattered, some strange connection forged instantaneous as if the stars suddenly aligned. Her pet, who usually looked at life with a brooding indifference, actually found something he cared about. Naturally, the malice and excitement rose inside of her, the desire to make him suffer for his previous insolence, pressing boundaries he knew would only get him into trouble. This tender and innocent sign of affection would not go unnoticed inside the calculating mistresses' dark mind. Inside a monstrous snarl ripples from within her throat, festering deep as something ugly and vicious. It was like a poisonous thorny emotion rattling the inside of her ribcage.


The predator soon peels herself away from the submissive shadows, prowling ever closer to the duo just enough to catch the warning of his words. The words were the damn truth, she should not have come alone, especially such an innocent human. But no pity rested within her for the innocent. No that that would not stop this wicked woman's agenda. She took what she wanted and right now at this very clear moment, it was to make a point, a very loud and diabolical point. Oh let the games begin.


She calls to her pet, her voice like a mink coat brushing against his skull, her voice shrill with a command he could not deny. She turns to melt back into the shadows, retreating her to office in which she knows they would come. They would come or she would make them. In his mind calls to him. "She certainly is cute, how about a little meet and greet. Bring her to me Tetradore and make her trust you.. Let's conjure up a little fun my pet." Who said it was too early for a funeral?





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