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

do not waver; the dark approaches


Posted on May 05, 2017 by sorcha
West


I've forgotten how it felt before...


The roars of the crowd drown out whatever attempts I use to sell my potions and one of the Were-men slides away with a shake of his head despite my pestering attempts. I frown at his back but then shrug my slight shoulders - it mattered not really, many of the fighters had come to enjoy the effects of my potions. Why wouldn't they? I had potions that would stall the body from any pain and heal bruises rapidly, potions that got the blood moving and the limbs agile so speed was enhanced, and many more of the like. Not to mention all my extra remedies for those who might suffer headaches or normal ailments, supernatural or not. Before Tetradore had disappeared (and thus returned), he had accepted my presence here and in his absence, Tobias had been fine with keeping things the standard.

My mossy green eyes stray to the ring as the crowd shifts around me; I can sense the way they all tense and flashing eyes of unnatural colors focus upon the ring. They scent the blood, the pain, and it fuels the animals within them into a frenzy. It is a testament to their control, I suppose, or that of Tetradore's, that they do not all leap into one mad pile in the ring. The tattooed male roars as he grips his opponents arm and I can sense the magic rippling off him, hear the cry of pain from the other, and I shiver.

I remember the feeling of ice in my veins. Of frostbite setting in. The way that Frost had threatened me - I had yet to see him since my return to Sacrosanct and hoped that it meant he was occupied elsewhere. Or better yet, dead. It is odd I feel no guilt at such a thought but he was a particularly vicious breed. Turning back to my bag I make a face at another Were who seems to be slinking away, my suspicion immediately going to the way his hand curled around something. "Hey!" I start, indignant, although it is perhaps not wise to accuse one of them of stealing.

At the same time a body crashes into me but I am whirled around and set it rights quickly despite the way my pupils wide and my black hair flaps into my face. I look up into the face of the viking man but the moment he laughs and says the witch my eyes narrow. Then I notice the cut on his shoulder and the blood that slips down over his tattoos. Instinct rises and I reach out to touch it, hearing his growling words and meeting them with a sly smile of my own the moment my fingers touch his wound. Magic pulses through me, sweet and fresh, and I can feel his wound healing as if I am connected to the piecing flesh.

Not once do I remove my eyes from his now, a challenge in my eyes. I know, I should keep my eyes down - these ARE dominant creatures. But I just can't help it. My power had grown and I felt more confident than ever before. "Ah, if magic is cheating then I think you and I may have more in common," I say with a musical voice, singsong almost as I taunt him. "Or am I to believe that poor boy's arm just had a cramp?"

It is only by Tetradore and Tobias's good graces that I am here and yet I feel a kinship with the wereleopard that I probably shouldn't and so I was brave before this man, thinking my back would be protected should I need it. We all had our little methods of cheating.


the world fell at our feet

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