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

you bring out my wild side


Posted on July 31, 2016 by Edith Graham
West

If there was anything that that feisty little fox had learned to do, it was that flirting with her Alpha - or any male, really - was a surefire way to get exactly what she wanted from them. Frost, for the most part, did seem to be mostly immune to the effects of her affections, and yet with Frost she did manage to get her way even if he wasn't falling for her tricks. It was that alone that had her toying with his sleeve and tracing those patterns on his chest. It was a very deliberate way to not only amuse him, but trick him into giving her more money than she was certainly worth. Unfortunately for her, it seemed as though Frost was very well onto her tricks by now - and why shouldn't he be? She felt the flush of his power, though she made no reaction to show it even bothered her.

Her attention went smoothly to that of her boyfriend, as well as the vampire lover she'd had in that one, brisk night in the alleyway by the bar in the North. In all aspects, it should not have been sexy. And yet when she looked back on it, she couldn't help but think it had been remarkably so. "Actually, Frost, it was remarkable. The whole drinking from me thing seemed a little too kinky at first, but you know what, it was pretty hot." Though her words were true, her voice remained entirely teasing as she played with his clothing. The mention of her nickname - the Icelandic translation one that she had yet to figure out - brought out a smile in the woman.

"Fine. Sixty-forty is fair. But you'll pay for everything this weekend." She reached out, grabbing his hand to give it a firm shake before she leaned back into her seat to continue to look at the menu to contemplate what to order. His mention of the faerie man that she had tormented caused a bit of an uncomfortable squirm to the woman's shoulders. She was certainly sure that he would be angry with her for her minor outburst at the gala, but instead he seemed proud of the way she'd handled the faerie. Proud and... amused. She was remarkably pleased with herself to be able to offer him the unique information on Dorian's power, though that was fleeting as she questioned him about the blonde faerie girl that he had seemed interested in.

"Shaking the boat a little?" Edie chuckled before she turned to the air hostess and ordered for the two of them. If Frost didn't drink his coffee, Edie was sure that she certainly would. Despite her playful nature at the moment, she was still very much aware that it was five in the morning. She turned back to him. "So what are you doing with Tinkerbell? I can be so much more effective with plans if you actually give me a few details. How can I help?" She grinned wickedly over at him. "She looks so... annoyingly perfect. I love fucking with those types of people."

She was remarkably pleased when the hostess brought the coffees over to them. Edie stirred in the sugar and creamer into hers before she passed Frost's over to him. She leaned back in her seat, cupping the beverage in her hands as she sipped at it. "I don't know anything about poker," She admitted reluctantly, reaching up to twirl a piece of her own hair around her finger as she drank. "I suppose that you're going to have to teach me." She let out a soft yawn. "How long is this flight? We have nothing better to do besides you teaching me how we're going to win a few thousand dollars, right?" The girl commented, utterly unaware of how much money Frost was truly hoping for.

Edith Graham

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