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

this is madness, madness


Posted on April 14, 2017 by calliope
West

Strange, strange, strange. The word rattles around in her head. All at once everything is too bright, too loud and the man walking towards her on two legs (magician, sinner, monster) is too large for the way her vision gets narrower and sharper. She's not ready to know who he is and it's a challenge to translate the sharpness of his voice.

To her his lips and teeth and tongue move in unnatural ways. He's too quick and alive with movement.

Calliope on the other hand is still as marble She's frozen in a dangerous kind of way as his coat irritates her tender nerves. She wants to shrug it off, this strange skin that passes so easily from body to body. Some instinct stills her and she only tugs the sides of it closer to her chest and lets her new, pale skin hide beneath his.

In the silence she ponders him with steely, frozen eyes that are more ancient than anything in this world. Her swaying stills, joints locked by instinct alone. It's terrifying; the way she freezes like some predator and the tender panic fades to fearlessness.

"I'm alone. What place is this?" Her voice is strange, heavy with fading magic and blood-lust. There is a legend flickering in those old eyes as she looks over his shoulder to the towering walls all around her. It's too much, these walls and stones and the way they block out the moonlight. She's trapped by bones and the wrong skin and towers of brick that seem to swallow up her soul.

Calliope should feel the fear again. She should feel something other than the hum of electricity in her blood and a killing type of hollowness in her marrow.

There's a flash of light, muted stardust, in the corner of her vision and she looks down to the strange, sword at her feet. It's black as night and twisted into a long spiral of sharp edges with a hilt of rubies and black glass.

The sword is not a sword at all.

At her feet is her horn, re-made for this new body but it's still crusted with dried blood and charred from star-fire. Calliope bends down to pick and it and a tear leaks from her icy eyes for the horror of feeling it as something other than a part of her.

It almost takes her years to look up at him again and all those years she remembers. Oh how she remembers. "What am I?" There's a lion in her voice, an echo of a unicorn.

And under it all there's still the cold voice of a killer, of a queen, of a hunter who tore apart a world with her brand of justice.

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