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

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Posted on June 14, 2014 by Alekai
West
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It was mildly displeasing he supposed, that the girl had little knowledge about the wolf and yet he had hardly expected her too. Were's might run in packs, but even within the 80 years he has existed he has seen few multi-species packs and as such has little inclination to believe the cat may have any information relating to the dog, even so, it hardly hurts to check, his shoulders rolling in a shrug of sorts. He'd have to continue looking for the wretched wolf elsewhere, maybe that witch would know and yet he has little desire to see her again either, displeasure momentarily creasing his handsome features. The stolen shoe, he supposed hardly mattered. It was more.....the principal of it than anything else, Azrael truly a sore loser when it comes to such things and in fact, the thought of murdering the wolf for her kleptomania is an oddly contenting one. One he will deal with later. One side of his lip moved to quirk lightly in knowing appreciation as the girls fingers moved automatically to her neck, tracing the lines of the wounds there. Maybe Were's were emotionless pits of vile animalism but, given their sheer number, he is half inclined to believe they evidently enjoy sexual endeavours as much as the next species- then again, they were animals- it was hardly surprising. Her attempts to zip up her jacket earning her little more then an eye roll, unseen perhaps from his position behind her before she turned.

Long fingers moved to grace against the handle of one of the man concealed weapons beneath his jackets, teasing the cared handle of the saxe knife, a habit perhaps, when he is actually given to take a few moments to pause for thought, regarding the female warily all the same. He hardly likes her species and yet he has only lived this long because he is willing to offer their physical prowess some modicum of respect. Perhaps he is arrogant and yet even that has its limits, the man willing to admit that he is often outclassed by those he meets and yet it is this very caution within his nature, his ability to be adaptive, that has seen him survive longer then most. Her comment in regards to liking his own voice merely sees one eye lift in some vague association of humour. Perhaps, were he a humorous sort of fellow, he may well have laughed- as it was he simply continued to listen, rather intrigued to hear her answer in these moments, her choice not near so surprising as her words s the gold of his amber gaze rested against her own. Hmm, someone, it would seem, has something of an issue with the vampires of Syn. This, he thinks, is a highly useful piece of information and one he can easily exploit- for now though, the girl has become of far more interest to him alive then dead and as such his hand moves away from the handle of his knife, folding back across his toned chest, the toe of his boot tapping at the ground once more- the blonde evidently having rather the habit of fidgeting, a trait he has possessed since his human days.

"I think we should have more of a talk on exactly what you know about this nightclub, let's walk shall we? I have the distinct feeling we're being watched and it bothers me. Seriously, walk, don't make me make you kitty."

He moves to step forward, stride long and easy, waiting for the girl to fall into step, determined to at least wander away from the shadows of the warehouse, content within the same moment to remove her form any potentially lingering pack mates, the Hunter convinced she has them and indeed he is given to hold some inclination for whom at least one of them may be. For now though, Were-cats are hardly his interest, feet near silent against the pavement as he wanders, so many years spent perfecting such a thing to the extent it has simply become second nature- though his gaze never drifts from the woman, holding next to no trust within his new found......assistant.

"Let's pretend, that in some magical world you manage to actually be of help to me, that you manage to get me the information I need- what might I ask, do you want in return? I don't do favours. So what's in it for you kitty?"

80 years of life has taught him far more then how to make a deal, the man assured that there is a rather tasty morsel of information to be found in most situations, the boy prodding subtly at her once more with such a question. Maybe she just wanted money, then again, his own information seems to indicate she lives in a hotel, hell, maybe she wants a place to live, his own excessive funds capable of offering that in exchange for her assistance. He hardly has to deliver on it, perhaps he can simply help her get rid of these vampires then eliminate her and her pack in turn. That he thinks, would be an exceptionally happy ending.

"Go on then, tell me what you know and I'll tell you what else you need to find out for me, presuming you are actually useful enough for that."


Alekai Azrael Evero
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