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.

Noah's Ark

Resting upon the harbor, Noah's Ark appears to be little more than an abandoned cargo ship. 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
Manager Raven 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
Vampires Cobain Dalca
Cats Aiden Tetradore
Cats Harlequin Westward

I'm A Satellite Heart - Aiden


Posted on June 18, 2014 by Heidi
West


...To Think I Might Not See Those Eyes...
...Makes it so Hard Not to Cry...

It had rained for the better part of the day and late into the afternoon. By the time I'd gotten home, I had been thoroughly soaked through, along with the bags and parcels I carried with me. I don't know how I managed to keep hold of both my to-go coffees, but upon returning home they were cold. Not that that mattered much. I knew I could reheat them on hot-plate later on when the time was right.

Right then, I was ready for a hot shower and some warm, dry clothes. I slipped out of my jacket and peeled away the layers before my bedroom windows, letting the wet cloth fall to the floor in black rumples so that the circulated air of my apartment could touch my skin and offer some warmth. I sighed, feeling better, less restricted without the clothes to confine me. I went to the bathroom and turned on the faucet in the tub, then went about my apartment putting away my groceries and storing my art supplies while the water heated. I didn't mind walking around naked in my living room. In Alaska, my cabin had been so remote I could come and go in broad daylight without so much as a scrap of lace to cover with. I relished such freedom.

here in the city things were different. I was too modest a girl to be seen in such light even if it weren't considered indecent by proper modern etiquette. But here in my apartment, I was still free to be as free as I wished.

I showered and dressed, donning a soft black petaled night dress that could be worn as easily by day as it could at night in bed.

By then it was about eight o'clock in the evening and the sun was going down. I went to work in the kitchen, creating cooking magick with spices and herbs, baking the salmon filets I had bought earlier in the day with a honey-mapled glaze sauce and a side of red potatoes in lemon butter. I also whipped up an easy dish of green beans and bacon bits, one of my faves and while the meal was cooking I started up the hot plate and began re-warming the coffee.

When all was said and done, it was just a little past 10 in the evening. I stepped out onto the roof of my flat, walking over to the ledge closest to the roof of Syn, and set one plate and the Espresso I'd bought earlier on the neighboring ledge for Aiden to find. Something told me the were-panther would find his way up here at some point or another, and I settled upon my own roof ledge with my mocha beside me and my plate in my lap.

The folds of my dress fluttered between my legs in the breeze, and I nibbled on my salmon, savoring the flavor as eyes closed and I moaned at the exquisite taste that tantalized my taste buds.

"Mmmm..." I murmured with a blissful expression etching across my cameo. "Just like back home..."

And thus I passed the time, eating my meal slowly in hopes that perhaps my friend from across the rooftops would make an appearance.

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~* Heidi *~
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