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

My Own Form of Chaos Risque


Posted on May 03, 2014 by Damon
West


I find myself shaking my head in disdain as I wander the dark streets of Sacrosanct. I ahve run into odd things on my first few nights in town. On my first night, there was the run in with a WereLeopard and a Werewolf on the docks by the river. What an odd coupling since usually different subspecies do not coexist with each other. Wolves stick to packs of their own kind and Leopards...well, they like their solitude, kind of like I like mine. Even being alive almost 200 years has not made me seek out others for company, at least not all the time. Sure, I have my quirks where I want to be sarcastic to someone or even party it up with someone but those are few and far between. Mostly, I like my quiet.


I find myself wandering toward a new place opening up called Syn. I don't know much about it and to tell the truth, I don't even know if it's more like a bar or club or restaraunt or what. All I know is the rumors say it's actually owned by a vampire, an older vampire. I don't have a thing for cougars, don't get me wrong, but it's nice to chat it up with someone who actually remembers the 1800's sometimes and even get a glimpse of what the world was like before then. Like the 70's? Who wouldn't want to relive that? I'm mostly to curious to see what kind of clientele this place is going to attract. Will I run into others of my kind or will humans congregate like they do?


It's not so hard to find. I find myself outside where a large line is waiting to enter. I mostly smell humans but they always swarm to new things like a dog to a squirrel. By the time I reach the door, I've got a girl on each arm and two more sulking behind me. What can I say? A little charm will get you a long way. I pay the way for all three of us and we mosey on in where I play the gentleman and ask my girls what they'd like to drink. Of course there's the infernal giggling as they try to figure out how they got so lucky and then they whisper their choices in my ear. A Cosmo and a Crown and Coke huh? Not too bad for starter items. I'm sure they'll be drinking shots and enjoying themselves by the end of the night. If they're lucky, they might even get a sip of something far more potent...vampire blood.


Of course, that will be after I escort them back to my place and the real party starts. First, I want to make sure I'm okay with my choices. I tell the girls I'll be right back and they make their way to the dance floor, ready to impress me as they start girating against each other like mad lesbians in heat. I dig it. Giving them a reassuring smirk, I head to the bar and take a seat, ready to have myself a few shots before I get into the mix of girl drama that's sure to ensue.


"Hit me up, bartender. Tequila straight and make it a double."


Damon Marcello


My Own Form of Chaos


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