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

and I will love you even when we're dust amongst the stars; karou


Posted on March 25, 2017 by vhalla solarn
West Reopen Thread

you could rattle the stars.
you could do anything,
if only you dared


The faces of the murdered haunt her dreams, each more painful than the last as they flash behind closed lids. Wrenching herself from sleep, she gasps, her lithe form slick with sweat, the blanket a tangled mess on the ground. Pulling herself into a sitting position, Vhalla takes deep breaths to steady her breathing, her head planted firmly between her knees as the nausea slowly passes. When she finally opens her eyes, she's surprised to see that darkness looms over the city, eyes darting to a nearby clock on the wall, it was barely past 11 at night. The assassin didn't realize she had even fallen asleep, perhaps her body was more drained than she realized.

Grunting, she pulls herself to a standing position, looking back at the couch â€" she would have to switch sides again - her imprint was practically framed in the couch at this point. Shrugging away the thought, she rubs at her lower back, relieving the ache, as she strolls casually into her room, shuffling through the wardrobe to retrieve simply clothing. A white shirt that frames her curves nicely, black pants and donning her leather jacket. Brushing her stark white hair from her eyes, she quickly braids it back, the tip of her hair brushing her waist. Retrieving one of her hunting daggers from her discarded suit on the ground, she slips it into her boot, successfully hiding it, and then she's out the door, down the stairs and into the cold air of the night.

The air nips at her cheeks but the assassin ignores it, it was far better than returning to her haunted dreams. She needed to get out and work off her steam. It's only when she is in the heart of the west side of town does she realize she could have been practicing her magic to work off all her restless energy. She had chosen not to wear her suit though. Grumbling to herself, she buries her hands into her pockets even further, a scowl dancing across her features as she pauses in the middle of the block deciding what she could do. Dorian was surely with Sebastian, she couldn't imagine tearing him away from his lover to help her practice and Tetradore... well, she wasn't sure if she actually wanted to see him. She had let him see such an intimate side of her, the assassin was still unsure of what she thought.

Quickly, she pushes the were-King from her mind, suddenly glad the air was chilled. Perhaps, she would get rip roaring drunk. It had been a long time since that alcohol had invaded her body. Squaring her shoulders, she marches for the nearby bar, pushing herself through the doors, and quite thankful that it wasn't empty, it was quite... rowdy to say the least. The devilish smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she prowls towards the bar, slipping herself onto a stool and ordering herself a drink. When that amber liquid arrives, she snatches it away sipping at its contents, enjoying the burn as it travels down her throat and sits in her stomach. Yes, this would help chase away that restless that so prowled her body.

Vhalla Solarn

To the stars who listen- and the dreams that are answered

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